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[leplusbeau]

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.

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[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.