I do trust you -- 2000 (DONE)

I was glad that Dean was home.  I just put Sedona down for bed and it was nice now that she slept all through the night now... she was nearly a year old now.  I gave Dean a kiss.  "How was your visit wiht Remus?" I asked, sitting down on the couch, wiped out.  Our daughter really wore me out sometimes.

I sat down next to her and put my arm around her, letting her rest her head on me.  "It was... interesting," I replied honestly.  I never knew this part of Uncle Remus.  It was kind of scary, yet cool.

I looked up at Dean.  "Interesting?  How so?  Is he okay?" I asked, getting worried about my old professor.  I felt horrible for everything that was going on with the Lupins.  It was really hard on Lucy... she was seven months along and she was extremely stressed.  I feared she would stress herself into labor.  Her dad barely spoke to her like a father and her mother was in St. Mungo's barely here.

I saw the panic on my wife's face and kissed her forehead, chuckling.  "He's fine.  He's just finding his own way of coping wih the way he feels after the full moon," I responded.  Aunti Chloe had always made him tea.  He had tea, but instead of adding honey or sugar... he made it Irish.  And then he also found the excuse for medical marijuana... it was kind of entertaining.

I raised my eyebrows, rather intrigued.  "REally?  Like what?" I prodded.  I loved the way Dean was beign so secretive aout everything.  I was nearly bouncing with anticipation.  I hardly got any fun, interesting news anymore.  It was always about babies -- which was still great.  All I did was work and take care of Dona.  I enjoyed it, I really did... but I wanted more adult time.  I hung out with Lucy and Lenni, but again it was all just about our babies and pregnancy lately.

Addison was cracking me up.  "Well, there was alcohol in the tea he made for me," I said, shaking my head.  When Addie looked like she was going to interrupt, I held up my hand and shook my head.  "It gets even more interesting... he offeredme some weed," I explained, shaking my head again.  I could not believ my uncle did that to me.  I knew he did not remember my previous drug problems, but still... he was an adult and I was a id.

I sat up straighter.  Puhing hair away from my face, I asked, "What'd you do?" I did not want to accuse my husband of anything, but still.  I just did nt want to get into that whole discussion.

I shrugged.  "I didn't know what to do," I answered honestly.  "I laughed a little bit at him.  Wed isn't addictive, but no, Addie, I did not take any.  He really tried to get me to try some -- even after me telling him of my past."  I shook my head and ran my hand through my hair.  I knew weed was non-addictive plus everything else Uncle Remus told me.  I just was not going to take any risks like that.

I was relieved that was Dean's answer.  It was not that I did not trust him to make good decisions, but these were tough times again.  I really hoped that Dean talked some sense into him.  "What happened after you told him you'd pass?" I questioned.

"He laughed and waved me off like I was lame," I said.  I just hoped he would not always go towards that to try to help ease his pain from changing.  "Addie, I don't recall the change ever causing him this much pain before.  I' concerned he's not taking Wolfsbane."  I could nto broach that subject with Uncle Remus, though.

No, that would be a bad thing.  "Honey, he was undera  lot of duress before... the Cruciatus Curse did a toll on him both mentally and physically.  He was tortured, babe.  That could be all it is," I tried to explain.  I spoke softly because I know how close Dean was to his godfather... and now all of that was gone.

I squeezed my wife and kissed her forehead.  "Yeah, I know.  I think I'll talk to Dad and see if he can figure it out," I said, making the plan.  I needed to figure this out... It would bother me until I did.  One way or another, we would find out.

I nodded at my husband.  "That is probably the best idea, babe," I agreed.  Sirius would definitely be a great help.  He had been through all of this before... and it seemed to really be a good thing in the past.  Why would it not help now?