leplusbeau: (2nd term - boy or girl?)
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Fleur feels like a house. Even though she isn't even vaguely house shaped. A very mild beach ball might be the closest term. She isn't as big as she should be for 12 weeks.

But here they are. Finally back in the Healer's office. A new Healer. That deals with "special magical needs".

Fleur is trying to see her feet over the top of her tummy. She is in a midriff baring top and long, long skirt. Because she is going to show off her nice skin even if it sticks out in funny places.

"I can still see my toez." With sparkly nail polish!

The healer, doctor person took blood and haven't returned yet.

Date: 2006-05-12 05:01 am (UTC)
thecoolone: (smile)
From: [personal profile] thecoolone
His eyes are rather riveted to her abdomen: they've only known for what seems like minutes but the changes aren't to be denied.

"I can still see your toes, too." That's a good thing; Bill sits next to her on the table, moving her hand to his own stomach. "I'm going to eat to match your size. We can both look as if we're expecting; how does that sound?" Laughing, he let air fill his lungs; he puffed out his stomach. "Now you won't have to go through it alone, and we can have a contest to see who loses their baby fat first."

Already, he likes this Healer better than the last one. Perhaps he's just more comfortable with the whole idea. The reason behind his comfort doesn't really matter. What matters is that Fleur gets what she needs from a concerned and caring Healer.

Date: 2006-05-13 11:13 pm (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] thecoolone
"I'm sure there's some spell or other we can find to help out. Lactosis or something." There's a hugely mischievous grin on his face. "If I'm to have triplets, I suppose this means I need to stop borrowing the orange thong. It won't fit for much longer."

Laughing, he sneaks in a kiss to the side of her face, letting his stomach relax. "You don't really care what Mum thinks, do you? After all, I've not starved yet. And you are a very very pretty wife, and I love you a great deal." One hand moved to smooth over her silvery hair.

Baby. It's all a bit surreal.

Date: 2006-05-15 05:11 pm (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] thecoolone
Mr Weasley hops off obligingly, but his wife's hand stays held tightly in his own. He'll have to answer the question about his mum (and stealing the linens) later; right now he's alert and aware and, like Fleur, he far prefers this Healer.

"What kind of odd, might we ask?" The underlying werewolf/veela question isn't so very far from being asked, but he won't do it. For once he can be less impetuous and more patient and bite his tongue, hold his thoughts, not rush to the anger everyone seems to expect from him.

Red hair has a way of bringing that expectation out in other people.

Date: 2006-05-18 07:33 pm (UTC)
thecoolone: (hands over mouth)
From: [personal profile] thecoolone
"I thought..."

Well, of course he thought that "something unusual" with the tests meant something negative, not just something... unusual. Still, he can finish his sentence without giving that fear away. "I thought twins tended to skip generations." Not that it matters, not in the least: cupping Fleur's face in his, he gives her two of the biggest public kisses ever.

One for each twin.

"Two." Salve and all, he gives her a huge bear hug. It's a good thing his face is buried against her, because that way this new doctor doesn't have to see the tears of joy streaming down his face.

"Two babies. Two perfect little children. Oh, Fleur, I..."

Date: 2006-05-22 05:28 pm (UTC)
thecoolone: (content)
From: [personal profile] thecoolone
"Let's don't name them Fred and George. One set of twins with those names is more than enough."

The relief flooding through him is almost unbelievably refreshing, like a dip in a cool pond on a hot summer's day. Slowly pulling away, Bill wipes his eyes, plants a kiss right on Fleur's lips, and finally moves away.

"Right, Doctor. Tell us what we need to do next, and tell us that apart from the wonderful news on twins that everything else looks fine?"

Date: 2006-05-23 09:19 pm (UTC)
thecoolone: (contemplative)
From: [personal profile] thecoolone
"But she's all right: good." Bill gives Fleur a kiss on the cheek. "Mum will be happy to see you with more meat on your bones... so to speak." Gathering up all the pamphlets -- his and hers -- he tucks them away into a pocket.

He turns to the Healer, though. "When you say you doubt my wife will be able to carry the babies full term, how early do you suspect she'll be or can't you tell yet?" There was so much to consider. "And for how long will it be safe for my wife to travel? Is Apparition contraindicated?"

Life is always complicated, but with his job it's doubly so. He sees a switch back to the London office in his very near future.

Date: 2006-05-29 07:23 pm (UTC)
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Veela have short gestation periods? Who knew? Not Bill, and one more question springs to mind. "Doctor... with the baby -- no, babies -- being only part-Veela... Fleur's only quarter-Veela herself... how does the Veela shorter gestation factor into this? And is there any special preparation we need to do for them, in terms of differing from babies without Veela heritage?" His brain is absolutely spinning: he's gone from being certain there were problems to finding out about the twins to deciding to give up Egypt to...

"I'm a bit overwhelmed," he confesses. But happily so; he leans over to give Fleur a kiss to the top of her head. "But I promise these are my last questions. For today, that is." He knows he'll come to the next visit with a whole list... if Fleur lets him tag along.

Date: 2006-06-03 05:12 am (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] thecoolone
He can't not smile at her: she's his wife and he loves her, and she's so young and so beautiful and her eyes are a blue he never sees anywhere else. "Yes, love. We are. Really. Come, let's get you dressed so we can go home."

Once she's done dressing, he brushes back her hair and touches her tummy. "Two. We're twice blessed." The pamphlets the healer gave them already fill his pockets and he can't imagine needing more things beyond that, but she does return with a little booklet, more informational items, and some samples: bottles, coupons for diapers, things of that nature. And once she's dismissed them and they find themselves walking through the door, Bill can't resist pressing a kiss to Fleur's temple.

"Let's go home, love. We've got a lot of homework to do."

Only some of it is the healer-assigned reading material. The rest is something he hopes will be far more pleasurable for the both of them. "I love you, Fleur."

Twins. It shouldn't be as much of a surprise as it is; a bit of manly pride floods his veins. Twins. We're having twins.

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