LbN: Tonks and Ginny are back!!!! As much as I hate having a bunch of stories open at once, these two were calling to me. Then I was listening to Lifehouse today and had to name a story after this song. This story's going to be a little (okay, a lot) darker than the other ones, but it won't be unrelenting angst. I promise! Also, it's going to be told at different time shots, because I want to focus more on our lovely leading couple than on their...situation. Read on!

Tonks waved her wand and another stack of books went flying onto the shelves. Ginny had wandered off early that morning without waking her, so to keep from worrying Tonks was reorganizing their library. She wiped off another empty shelf and threw the dust rag on the table as she heard the door open. She walked to the living room to find her girlfriend hanging her cloak on one of the hooks.

"Wotcher, Ginny," she said. "Where have you been all morning?" As Ginny turned to her, Tonks saw she'd been crying. "Gin, what's wrong?"

"I was at the doctor's office…ah…we need to talk, okay?" She sat on the couch and held her arms out to Tonks.

The events of the past week came flooding back to Tonks. Over that time, she'd come to hate the doctor's office. And St. Mungo's. "Okay…what's up?"

Ginny curled up on the couch and leaned against her. "You know how I've been feeling sick right?"

Tonks' panicked brain went into overdrive at this point. She tightened her hold on Ginny and nodded.

"I…." Ginny trailed off, beginning to hyperventilate.

"Ginny, breathe. Whatever it is, just tell me."

"I'm pregnant."

Tonks' mouth dropped open. "I thought they gave you—"

"They did."

"And I thought he—"

"He did. But, you know, he wasn't exactly…gentle."

Tonks pulled Ginny closer. "Well, at least you're not sick. I really would've gone to Azkaban to kill him."

"I know this is going to sound crazy…." Ginny stopped talking and looked down at her hands.

Tonks gently took Ginny's face in her hands and made the redhead look up again. "Nothing you tell me will sound crazy. Not after this week."

"I want to keep the baby. I just…I can't…." Ginny trailed off.

"You don't have to explain."

"Good, because I can't." Ginny smiled up at her. "I really don't have any good reason, I just…do."

"Okay. So we're about to be mommies then."

"Just like that? You're okay with this?" Ginny asked. "This isn't something where you can just let me have my way because you're idea of a good time is spoiling me."

Tonks chuckled, but explained, "Whatever its dad is, the baby's still a part of you."

"You're really okay with this?" Ginny asked, sounding hopeful.

"Absolutely."

"Then I need your help with something."

"What's that?"

"We have to go tell my parents."


Tonks looked out the kitchen window to where Ginny and Arthur were sitting in the garden. She glanced over at Molly as the older woman dried a plate. "Er…Molly? Could I talk to you about something?"

"Of course." Molly said. She nodded toward the table and she and Tonks sat.

"It's ah…it's what Ginny's talking to Arthur about, actually."

"Is something wrong?" Molly asked.

"Ginny's pregnant. She's due in November."

"Due?" Molly almost shrieked. "She can't seriously be considering—"

"She is, and we are. November 27th."

"Talk her out of it! This isn't right!"

"I can't talk her out of it," Tonks said, shaking her head. "And even if I could, I wouldn't. This is her decision, and I happen to agree with her."

"But you can't! Not after what happened. I mean…it's his."

"I know that, but it's hers as well." Tonks looked out the window to where Ginny was hugging Arthur. And crying, by the look of things. "You're not going to hate the baby for what he did to her, are you?"

"Of course I won't. But the child will be a constant reminder of what happened."

"I know. Before we came over we talked about that. Ginny's got this insufferably spiritual outlook about it. She said something like it will be a sign that good can come from bad."

"What did you say to that?" Molly looked like she was trying not to smirk.

"I told her we're cutting down on her meditation classes…"

At that point, Ginny and Arthur walked into the kitchen. "Hey," Ginny said.

"Wotcher, Ginny." Tonks smiled as Ginny hugged her. "Are we all on the same page?"

"I'm assuming so," Molly said, smiling. "You two are sure about this?"

"Yes," both girls said.

"Then it looks like we have an interesting year ahead of us," Arthur said.