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04 August 2008 @ 12:25 am
Drabble One: Bedtime  
From the drabble meme, here is my first, for drumher, who requested Teddy and Remus with the prompt 'bedtime'.

Imaginatively titled, Bedtime, and rated PG, you'll find it, not quite at drabble length, beneath the cut.


Bedtime has never been a mundane affair at the Lupin household, though naturally, with a nine month old child in the picture the chain of events run somewhat differently to the routine they'd established early on in their marriage -- not, Remus thinks, the image of his wife's naked body flickering in his mind's eye (as it is wont to do on occasion), that they don't still do fairly well in that department.

While Dora prepares for bed by undoing in her magic the mask she wears by day, Teddy invariably prefers to mark bedtime with a string of morphs that seem to be a reflection of the day. Tonight, in the bath, he sports a shock of downy pink hair, as Tonks has done all day, though in more robust and vibrant spikes, until Remus brings out the rubber duck, and within seconds, Teddy and his bath mate are a matching pair. He's Weasley red and gurgling happily while Remus slips on a babygrow of pale powdery blue; grass green as Remus reads the tale of Gwynod, the Welsh Dragon, the shade perfectly matching the grinning, and friendly-looking dragon on the cover of the book.

Where other children learn to imitate sounds, Teddy is learning earlier the tricks of his talent in the mimicry of colour. Those beautiful blue eyes never change, though; as Remus is watching Teddy's lids grow heavier with sleep and tiny baby fingers loosen their grip on the light blanket that covers him, Remus hears, from behind him, a sigh that echoes his own sense of contentment.

"It's amazing watching you two together." Dora's voice is but a whisper in his ear.

"I love him so much. I--" He's frequently at a loss to describe how this feels. 'This' being fatherhood, finding himself so much more of a family man than he'd ever thought to dream.

"I know." She reaches for his hand and for a few minutes, they watch their little boy sleep, his chest rising and falling so gently. And then they retreat, leaving the door ajar, and warm light spilling in from the landing.

When they're safely in the bathroom and out of baby earshot, Remus turns the taps on then puts his arms around his wife and tells her how much he loves her, too. They forgo the rubber duck, and instead tell each other stories of their day: Remus of the visit from George, his voice as bright as the red of his hair and his eyes dull as the winter clouds of the rainy day; Tonks, more cheerfully, of Kingsley's latest project, which might soon mean Remus has a choice in whether he remains a stay at home father. Though, at this point, the freedom of choice means far more in theory than in might do in practice because if domestic bliss exists, then this is it, and he can think of no reason to change it.

They've been through a lot -- but who, in this post-war world, hasn't? -- and life now seems easy, though he doesn't take it for granted, that would not only be foolish but dull the joy it brings him. He's a son who is a source of pride that is sometime so strong it seems his chest will burst, a young and beautiful wife who whispers of her love in the dark and shouts it in the light.

It's two o'clock in the morning when Remus is awoken by the soft cries of a sleepy baby; Dora stirs beside him but he quickly hushes her and slips out of bed. It's not strictly because Dora has a shift early in the morning that Remus rushes to Teddy's side to calm the cries that have increased slightly in pitch and volume, though it is a factor; but when Teddy's small body is gathered in his arms, sleep warmed and red faced, Remus knows he can calm him, and they'll pace gently round the room with a rocking step; he might sing softly. It won't be long before Remus will place Teddy back into his cot, pull the blanket up loosely around his little body, and then he'll slide back into bed, fold his arms around his wife, sink like a sigh into the contours of her body beside him and the mattress below him, and it'll be as though he's had bedtime all over again.

The End
Sasha: pridesasher_copy on August 4th, 2008 12:48 am (UTC)
Oh, I liked that a lot!

I could see Remus being completely amazed at fatherhood.
godricgal: Canon ends at Shell Cottagegodricgal on August 4th, 2008 06:57 am (UTC)
I'm glad you like!

I think Remus would be constantly amazed by it all.
sspring92sspring92 on August 4th, 2008 01:27 am (UTC)
Sweet!! Made me all warm and fuzzy! This is how it should have been !
godricgal: In To You - Preludegodricgal on August 4th, 2008 06:59 am (UTC)
Thank you! It was lots of fun to write. :)
Glory For Evergloryforever on August 4th, 2008 02:54 am (UTC)

Well done, my dear
godricgal: Holding hands quotegodricgal on August 4th, 2008 06:59 am (UTC)
Thank you!
Jess: The Lupinsjessickuh on August 4th, 2008 05:10 am (UTC)
Iz ded from cute
I want to snuggle this fic on *my* bedtime. It's so sweet. Teddy's bedtime morphings are adorable, as is Remus's routine to get him ready for bed.
godricgal: In To You - Preludegodricgal on August 4th, 2008 07:00 am (UTC)
Re: Iz ded from cute
Thanks! I'm glad you enjoyed it. It was really enjoyable to write. Hope you had a good night's sleep!
mssarajevomssarajevo on August 4th, 2008 05:45 am (UTC)
I liked the mention of George, and what a great and subtle way of describing his life w/out Fred. I also really liked the rhythm in this piece, almost like a lullaby.
godricgal: AU is THE Ugodricgal on August 4th, 2008 07:01 am (UTC)
Oh, I'm glad you liked the little George bit, I just tossed that in there on a whim. Thanks for commenting! :)
Jackie: Remus!fantasticjackie on August 4th, 2008 03:51 pm (UTC)
This is exactly what I needed after waking up from a nightmare! A very nice, peaceful snapshot of Lupin family life after the war. :) I love Teddy's bedtime ritual.

This meme is too tempting with all of you guys doing it, but I really don't have the time! I might have to adjust it for my own abilitiess. lol
godricgalgodricgal on August 4th, 2008 11:11 pm (UTC)
Nightmares seem to have been in the air last night! I'm glad this little post of fluff was good to wake up to.

Don't feel pressured to do the meme, it's just a bit of fun. Though it's been an interesting and rather freeing exercise to sit down to just write and post, rather than working to perfect something for a bigger idea.
Jackiefantasticjackie on August 5th, 2008 02:22 pm (UTC)
Really? Mine was really pathetic to be considered a nightmare, involving traffic and about 20 overpasses. Now we were ramping between said overpasses, and then lost Ter in our convoy... LOL

Too late!

I actually did the whole prompt thing with no direction for a little while, only I gave myself the prompts which is where most of that list comes from. I just didn't have any specific reason to finish them, so I didn't.
drumher: one last kissdrumher on August 5th, 2008 02:51 pm (UTC)
fav line...

"a young and beautiful wife who whispers of her love in the dark and shouts it in the light. "

I imagine Remus' inability to put into words how he feels about fatherhood, would stay with him throughout his life (His long life in AU, of course). He would never take for granted his wife and child and the wonderment he feels would be as fresh and poignant in the far future as in the present.

Nice read. Thanks!
godricgal: A little more lovegodricgal on August 9th, 2008 12:47 am (UTC)
I can't imagine Remus ever not finding fatherhood and husbanddom just a bit amazing. However much I might try to detach myself as a shipper, it's just so likely that it's something he's never imagined for himself and yet, here he is, living it in happily ever after AU land. ;)

I'm glad you like. Thank you!
gilpin25: Sleepgilpin25 on August 5th, 2008 10:19 pm (UTC)
I've been saving this as my last, before-bedtime read, and it doesn't disappoint...

It's so nice to read Remus revelling in being both husband and father, and still never for one second taking any of it for granted. I love the idea of Teddy in the bath echoing what he's seen during the day with his morphs, while his mum takes off her magic like we do make-up. And I like the part about George and Kingsley, which is a timely reminder of both suffering and progress in the post-war era.

My favourite line was the one drumher highlighted, but I did love the humour of They forego the rubber duck... LOL.

Lovely! :)
godricgal: In To You - Preludegodricgal on August 9th, 2008 12:55 am (UTC)
Thank you very much! This was my first foray into the realm of AU, and I may be a bit addicted, lol, it was a lot of fun to write them happy as a family, and unshamedly pulling in other characters, such as George, for the post-war angst value. ;) It's given me some ideas, which I'm looking forward to having the time to think about when I've completed the 264 other fics I'm working on! Thanks again for the lovely comments. :)
shimotsuki: rtshimotsuki on August 10th, 2008 09:46 pm (UTC)
(Sorry to be so late commenting!)

This just made me grin over and over again, seeing Remus being a wonderful father and enjoying his family so much, plus seeing Remus and Tonks so happy together as well.

I like the parallels between the different senses of bedtime, and was going to mention the forgoing the rubber duck, too. ;)

The description of George with his bright voice and dull eyes is really vivid -- a lot gets communicated there in a few effective words.