"And if we named the baby George, Fred would be positively heartbroken," Tonks mused, wrinkling her nose. "And I can't bear naming the baby after my least favorite Beatle. Back to the drawing board, I guess."
She groaned softly as Remus' fingers found a particularly tense, sore muscle, stretching out her legs and wiggling her toes nearer to the fire than was probably entirely safe. Tonks titled her head back, smirking up at her husband.