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𝕽emus feels it.
He feels it in his bones, his heart, his soul, his spirit. He feels it. He feels that this day would be one he could mark as one of the most happiest days of his life.
And he feels it deeply.
Friday's child is loving and giving.
That's what Willow had said, the first words she had spoken when we had woken up from his night's sleep, then learning she had gone into labour. It was almost laughable, he thinks, repeating the quote in his mind, wondering if there was a corresponding one because he sure as hell feels it.
Friday's child's father is loving and giving. Determinedly, inspiredly, ambitiously — those characteristics he'd almost been sorted into Slytherin for, they're all there, in addition to his bravery, his courage, his loyalty. He would be loving and giving, he's vowed to be all loving and giving with everything he has for their tiny being.
He wasn't just Remus Lupin anymore. He wasn't Remus Lupin, Casanova of the Gryffindor Tower. Not just Remus Lupin, Moony or Moons the werewolf. He wasn't only Remus Lupin, devoted husband to Willow Lupin. He was now also Remus Lupin, a dad. Of all of the titles he's been given over his twenty years of being, 'dad' has to be on the top tier.
Now, Mia and Scarlette had fled the room downstairs with zipped lips, promising not to give away anything for them to do it when they'd had a moment. Their first moments as a family of three. His body feels as though it's thrumming, arm banded capably around his buttercup, in her arms, swaddled and snoozing following their first cries, their baby girl. Their daughter.
When Scarlette had declared with the silencing charm around the bedroom it was a girl, he'd nearly fainted in disbelief. A girl. Then, when he'd looked to his exhausted, yet peaceful Willow, he immediately recognised the mischievous glint in her coloured eyes. Sneaky veela.
"You knew, didn't you? You had a feeling she was a girl so you had me say it, so you could hear me say it. So you could watch my reaction when I was right"
A soft hum wavered from my throat, stroking my forefinger over her cheek gently, thoroughly captivated by our little being. Here. Here in our arms. I did have a feeling she was a girl, but that wasn't because of my Weird Witchcraft, no, this was different. Something far stronger, something powerful, something unbreakable. A mother's intuition, i'm sure.
My cheeks still flushed tinted pink even more when he pressed his lips to my temple speaking a thousand meaningful, silent words we could both say, nose nudging as he squeezes my hip before I rested my head on his shoulder, murmuring with a tremble,
"Mum was right, she's adorable. We did good, Re"
He couldn't agree more, laying his head on top of hers, fingertips tracing the heart figure on her hip, both gazing down to their daughter with unconditional affection in their eyes. He didn't dare suck back his tears, this moment was too overpowering. Willow Lupin, his wife, holding their baby. The tear drop ran down his cheek when he blinked, his voice throaty agreeing, "We did, really good"
