That had always been the one large difference between them: Dora had always been able to get along just fine without worrying what others thought of her. It was something he had always found so utterly endearing. He, on the other hand, would never be able to push that feeling aside. Too many years of watching over his shoulder as a werewolf to change now. "No it doesn't," Remus said softly, even though his tone belied his true feelings on the matter.
Remus grinned, slipping an arm around her shoulder and pulling her in close. His mind was still having a hard time wrapping around the fact that this morning he had seen his wife and now he was seeing her about seven months pregnant. "He's a he?" Remus asked. "You know that for certain?"