Drabble Meme Present: Woolgathering (Remus/Tonks, PG-13)
Title: Woolgathering
Rating: PG-13
Pairing/Characters: Remus/Tonks, with a wee hint of Molly
Notes: A drabble meme present for mad_queen_mab, who asked for Remus/Tonks and a Muggle arts and crafts project. This took an unusual turn from there, so I hope you don't mind. Oh, and uh… it turned into a series. Like, a story. Yikes, I just couldn't compress this into 100 words. I'm sorry!
In general, Tonks wasn't a domestic sort of girl. She was pants at keeping a tidy flat, couldn't boil water without burning something and frankly wasn't fussed by her failure.
However, the knowledge that she would soon be somebody's mother had awakened an unexpected restlessness in her-a desire to do something, or at least to try. Shouldn't a good mum be able to offer all those warm, homely things that mums did? The best she could really offer was advice on how to excel at hand-to-hand combat.
Molly urged-as she often did-that Tonks should take up knitting.
So she tried.
Molly had insisted that knitting was a soothing activity. She'd claimed that it was as good as meditation for relieving tension.
Tonks was not relaxed.
Her fingers wouldn't cooperate with her brain and the needles wouldn't cooperate with the yarn; it kept tangling round them in a pastel-coloured knot. She'd stabbed herself with the needles twice, and the itty-bitty jumper she had to show for all her work was a misshapen disaster.
"Bugger!" she bellowed, after sticking herself for a third time. "Bugger, bugger, bugger, fuck!"
Remus poked his head into the room. "Already? It's not even noon yet."
Remus picked up the miniature jumper and examined it dubiously, turning it about. "It's-well, it's…"
"Don't be nice, be honest," Tonks warned.
"It's really horrible," he admitted. "Why does it have so many… erm, appendages? How many limbs will this child have? Have you been cheating on me with the giant squid?"
She burst out laughing, smacking him lightly on the shoulder. "You git! Like you could do it better!" Suddenly, she felt the laughter give way to tears, great heaving sobs that arrived unannounced, along with a sudden upsurge of despair.
She really hated hormones. Especially pregnancy hormones.
Remus, bless him, gathered her in his arms, waiting out the storm of emotion. She burrowed close to him, breathing in the scent of chocolate and dusty books from his robes and taking strength from his steadiness. He worried, too-she knew he did-but she appreciated his level-headedness now more than ever.
"What if I'm no good at any of it?" she wondered. She blew her nose indelicately.
"You'll be fine," he promised.
"How do you know?"
"Just do," he said, kissing the top of her head. "I've got faith in you."
Tonks smiled, feeling her hair turn pink with pleasure.
Rating: PG-13
Pairing/Characters: Remus/Tonks, with a wee hint of Molly
Notes: A drabble meme present for mad_queen_mab, who asked for Remus/Tonks and a Muggle arts and crafts project. This took an unusual turn from there, so I hope you don't mind. Oh, and uh… it turned into a series. Like, a story. Yikes, I just couldn't compress this into 100 words. I'm sorry!
In general, Tonks wasn't a domestic sort of girl. She was pants at keeping a tidy flat, couldn't boil water without burning something and frankly wasn't fussed by her failure.
However, the knowledge that she would soon be somebody's mother had awakened an unexpected restlessness in her-a desire to do something, or at least to try. Shouldn't a good mum be able to offer all those warm, homely things that mums did? The best she could really offer was advice on how to excel at hand-to-hand combat.
Molly urged-as she often did-that Tonks should take up knitting.
So she tried.
Molly had insisted that knitting was a soothing activity. She'd claimed that it was as good as meditation for relieving tension.
Tonks was not relaxed.
Her fingers wouldn't cooperate with her brain and the needles wouldn't cooperate with the yarn; it kept tangling round them in a pastel-coloured knot. She'd stabbed herself with the needles twice, and the itty-bitty jumper she had to show for all her work was a misshapen disaster.
"Bugger!" she bellowed, after sticking herself for a third time. "Bugger, bugger, bugger, fuck!"
Remus poked his head into the room. "Already? It's not even noon yet."
Remus picked up the miniature jumper and examined it dubiously, turning it about. "It's-well, it's…"
"Don't be nice, be honest," Tonks warned.
"It's really horrible," he admitted. "Why does it have so many… erm, appendages? How many limbs will this child have? Have you been cheating on me with the giant squid?"
She burst out laughing, smacking him lightly on the shoulder. "You git! Like you could do it better!" Suddenly, she felt the laughter give way to tears, great heaving sobs that arrived unannounced, along with a sudden upsurge of despair.
She really hated hormones. Especially pregnancy hormones.
Remus, bless him, gathered her in his arms, waiting out the storm of emotion. She burrowed close to him, breathing in the scent of chocolate and dusty books from his robes and taking strength from his steadiness. He worried, too-she knew he did-but she appreciated his level-headedness now more than ever.
"What if I'm no good at any of it?" she wondered. She blew her nose indelicately.
"You'll be fine," he promised.
"How do you know?"
"Just do," he said, kissing the top of her head. "I've got faith in you."
Tonks smiled, feeling her hair turn pink with pleasure.