A/N: A big jump into the future. Adding this one in at the front here a long time after I started the rest of the collection, just because Spell Casting is my hold-all for short one-shots and it seemed like an appropriate place to put this little piece.

Remus lay with his head cushioned by his wife's soft chest. Their baby was tucked into the crook of her arm, for his were too tired to support Teddy's weight this morning, gurgling happily. Remus felt so happy himself that he almost wanted to gurgle along with their son.

Dora's wristwatch beeped and she jumped in alarm, sending Teddy into a fresh fit of delighted gurgles. Her hand that was smoothing through Remus' hair reached behind his head for the nightstand, picking up a small vial of potion.

"Open up," she tipped Remus' head back gently, and he felt the potion slide down his throat. The taste was bitter, but made a lot sweeter by Dora's soft kiss that followed it.

"Who's got a kiss for dad, Teddy?" She tickled his tummy and swooped Teddy across the bed to press his impossibly soft and delicate face against Remus' cheek. Remus was sure if Teddy knew how to move his mouth into a kiss he would have, for his son seemed pleased to be bumping faces with his dad. He reached out a delighted finger to poke Remus in the eye curiously.

"Ahgd," he said; the closest he'd come to saying dad yet. Dora was thrilled.

"Clever boy, Ted-o!" she swooped him back to the crook of her arm looking pleased as punch. "Ahgm," he said, pulling one of Dora's fingers towards his mouth eagerly, which Remus took as his attempt at saying mum to play fair.

Remus already missed the smell of his son's head so close to his; he found he couldn't get enough of it. He burrowed into the blankets around their middles, and further into Dora as she resumed stroking his hair tenderly, sending waves of relaxation through the thick lead of his headache and tired body. She hummed a little tune to herself, Teddy contributing with accompanying gurgles and Remus sighed into her middle in pure bliss.

He'd never been a man of great aspirations, and in this moment couldn't believe he would ever get any luckier.

Dora pressed another kiss to the side of his head, her gaze moving over him with lazy concern as it always did when she gave him epic cuddles the morning after. He felt as safe and comfortable and soothed as when he was a little boy and his own mum would take care of him, his parents letting him sleep in their bed, the days after his very first terrifying transformations.

"Mum," he said, "What will it be like when I grow up and have to look after myself on my own?"

His mum hummed softly as she tucked the blankets up tight around him and slipped in next to him, guiding his head to rest on her chest while she stroked a loving hand against his headache.

"One day, Remus," she said, "You'll have a nice kind wife to take care of you."

"No I won't," he replied earnestly, frown lines that were far too old for his young face creasing his forehead, "Nobody will want to marry a werewolf, mum."

His mother's heart broke at the quiet acceptance he spoke with. Remus was a good delicate considerate little boy and she'd always thought he'd make some lucky girl a perfect husband. Lycanthropy or not.

"You'll see," she insisted, with that fierce optimism that only lives in a mother's love, "You'll find yourself a lovely young Witch and then you'll see."

He didn't respond and his mother knew she hadn't convinced him, but she couldn't make those promises to him; all she could offer was hope.

Remus pressed a kiss into Dora's chest, approximately above her heart, curling himself more completely into her. The comfortable solidness of her warm body supporting his made all the difference between feeling like a man and a trainwreck. She always seemed so old in these moments, older than him, so capable, her bright insistent love so very much more care full with him than the trips and jolts she usually made in her youthful exuberance.

"You have no idea how wonderful this feels, Dora," he murmured lovingly, gratefully into her abdomen, where he rested his head and closed his eyes.

"I have a pretty good idea actually," she said to Remus. And to Teddy added, "Silly dad, I'm here too, aren't I?" He glanced up to see her wink at him, feeling her hand run up the back of his neck and deft fingers massaging through his hair again, then back to his neck and stroking his earlobes soothingly.

His eyes grew impossibly heavy, and he just had time to smile at her in what he hoped was an endearing way and glimpse Teddy gummily chewing on a strand of her purple hair.

"Mmyyaaahhmmmted'sgoingtohaveahairballmm..." he managed to mumble through a yawn, before he fell into a blissfully heavy sleep.