"Mmm, that's nice," Tonks replied noncommittally, making herself comfortable while giving Remus as much access to her shoulders and middle as he wished. "Do I really have to choose?"
Her question wasn't one she necessarily needed an answer to, her own hands circling his. Tonks had no more anticipated being a mother than Remus had fathering a child, but it had happened and Tonks found herself daily responding with as much anticipation of the event as he did fear. And it wasn't just her body she wanted returned to her, it was the baby she wanted to see and to hold and to rock ('n roll) to sleep.
Assuming that Remus was privy to her thoughts, Tonks launched into her favorite topic of late.
"So which is it going to be? John, Paul, Ringo, or George? Or Yoko?"