"Nothing," Tonks repeated to reassure him. "Now, I'm not going to guarantee that he comes out with some sort of normal hair colour, because I know that I didn't, but there's nothing wolfy about him. I wouldn't have minded, you know, but I suppose we'll both sleep better at night, aye?" It was for the best, she knew. As much as she'd always told him that she didn't care about his monthly predicament, she was perfectly aware of the fact that having a child not afflicted with the same was simply easier. Not to mention better off for the child. It would have been loved either way, but this was one less thing to worry over.
One less thing to worry over had to be a blessing in this place. "If you didn't stay here with me, I think I'd be insulted." Tonks poked her tongue out at him. "Like I'd want to be alone here if I don't have to. Granted, we're lucky, compared to some. We've Harry, Ginny, and Ron, and at least others whose names we can recognise. Most people who end up here don't even have that." Sometimes it seemed as if an inordinate amount of people had been pulled from their world. It at least helped with the homesickness, and she wouldn't complain about having Remus.
Tonks reached over and poured her own cup of tea before settling back completely on the couch. She felt much better this way, probably better than she'd felt in quite some time with Remus' hand resting on her stomach. "I was about two months along when I got pulled in here," she said, resting her hand atop his. "Hadn't even told mum what I thought yet. Then I got here and it was if he was kicking three weeks later. Well, a month, maybe. Either way, it all happened quickly."