"Finding a lamp," he said, offering it as he crossed the threshold of their bedroom to the fireplace and the softly golden shape of Dora, her arms wrapped around her stomach. "Are you okay?" he asked, for the fear that the baby was going to one evening show its true nature and wreck her in an attempt to get free - it was not an easy thing to shake. He knelt beside her, setting the lantern down and peering into her face for signs of pain.
He was back, and Harry had been right to direct him here, but for all that he wanted to be with Tonks, and all that Healers had told them both, Remus could not help but be dubious in regard to the little creature, a bit of both of them, but what part of him?