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[leplusbeau]

In some healer's office in wizarding London...



Fleur is sitting on the cold examination table in her thin hospital robe, her bare feet swinging back and forth.

"You know. I even wore pantiez today to make them think that I wore them often. Thiz destroyz my entire plan to make a good impression."

She keeps tapping the table. It is day number six without smoking entirely.

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[leplusbeau]

She slides her hands up his wrists and offers a small but lovely smile. "I love you."

"I worry about you. Very much. But you are mine now. For the rest of your life. Iz all I want. We can. We will make thiz work. Will be like new adventure, oui? You will just be changing dirty nappiez instead of opening tombz some dayz."

She tugs one of his hands down touches her stomach. "Even with all thiz...we are having a baby. We really are. Iz real. A person!" Her smile has just gotten a tiny bit bigger. A little watery but bigger. Because it could be a tiny Bill in there!

[thecoolone]

"It feels like... like a miracle." Every time she places his hand on her stomach, his heart jumps. "Just thinking about it... it... I..."

Words fail him and the tears that threatened earlier get swallowed back once again. A series of images race through his head; he smiles so very quietly: they will have a beautiful family.

He kisses her right on the temple. "I've seen a few tombs that would be better served as repositories for the nappies, love."

It makes him laugh, that thought, and the laughter feels wonderful.

[leplusbeau]

"See? You will have fun with thiz."

Now she's cuddling against his chest.

"We will find our way. It may be hard. But," she pats his butt, "I have thiz...thing for you. So, you are stuck with me. Iz impossible to say no. There iz no escape for you, minet."

[thecoolone]

For most of his professional career, Bill's made a habit of escaping: from tombs, from Sphinxes, from traps, from age-old hexes and curses. It's been rather a specialty of his, in fact, and one he's very pleased about. Escape of sorts has been a motivating factor, a skill, a source of great pride.

But this thing is one he's got no desire to escape from. It's no trap: it's really pretty much a dream come true. She's got a thing for him; he's got a thing for her. It's why he married her.

Without a word he dims the lights, sending a locking spell to the front door of their flat. What happens next... well, it's between himself and Fleur, but none of it -- not even a bit -- has anything to do with either saying no or with escaping.