Remus' family had never approved of your relationship. Probably because you were a Muggle, and because they feared that his condition might make your future together difficult.
You both got engaged two months before the end of the Hogwarts year.
By the time Remus' family found out, you were already out of Hogwarts, and you were both officially adults.
You eventually settled with him in a quiet village along the coastal parts of Switzerland. It had been almost seven months since you got married.
You were lying in bed when you slowly opened your eyes. You felt a faint tickling against your cheek. You blinked sleepily and turned your head.
Remus was sitting beside you. He had only recently returned from his werewolf form after the full moon. His sandy-brown hair was messy, and he looked more exhausted than usual.
There were several thin scratches and small wounds left from the transformation across his arms and shoulders. Most of them had already begun to heal, but a few marks on his shoulder were still noticeable. As usual, Remus acted as though they were nothing to worry about.
When he noticed you looking at his wounds, a small, sheepish smile appeared on his face.
"Morning."
You continued looking at him for a moment, your eyes drifting back toward the scratches.
Remus sighed softly.
"Don't worry. It's the same as always."
He ran a hand through his messy hair before giving you a tired little smile.
"It'll be better after I get some rest."
He leaned closer and gently brushed a loose strand of hair away from your cheek.
"I suppose I woke you up."