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[leplusbeau]

It is a lovely and hot day in Luxor. The windows have been thrown open over their bed to let in the small breeze and scents of the market blow.

Empty bed, though.

Fleur is stretched out on her back on the hard wood floors. With several hand fans magicked above her to angle the breeze down. Her humming almost drowns out most of the noise from outside.

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[thecoolone]

"Here, let me help." His hands slide under her shoulders, making that sitting up a bit easier.

"I love it when you call me minet, Fleur. When I'm away from you, missing you, I think of that and it never fails to make me smile. I'm not certain you knew that."

[leplusbeau]

She tweaks his nose. "Iz a little old fashioned but. You are. A pussycat, I mean. I mean." She rubs at her face. "You know what I mean. English. It goez away if I do not think now a dayz!"

Fleur finally manages to get herself turned about to face Bill, and she is sitting cross legged and will probably never move again. "Iz juste. You are okay with thiz, oui?"

[thecoolone]

Reaching over, he strokes her hair. "I think it would be safe to say that I'm more than just a little bit in love with the whole concept, Fleur."

Surprised but happily so, in fact. "Though we should probably see the Healer again. Maybe a different one this time, though; I wasn't so very keen on Dr Watson."

If it were up to Bill, he'd modify Watson's memory. However, it's Fleur's choice. It is her body, after all.

"And I think you're ravishingly beautiful."

[leplusbeau]

"Iz good idea. I will look someone up. That widely advertisez. Will probably be more. Open."

She leans her into Bill's hand with a giggle. "You are biased, you know. You are stuck with me. You have to think I am pretty, or you will have a very cross wife."

She thinks about it, then. "I have not told my mother yet."

[thecoolone]

His parents don't know either, and they should. In fact, he hasn't told so very many people himself... but he should. "First, my dear, I do think you're very, very pretty. I'd have to be made of stone not to react when you walk into the room." Caressing her cheekbone, he smiles softly. "Second order of business: I think we should tell your mother and sister together, and then tell my parents. Then we won't be holding secrets from family."

The one reaction he's most worried about though he's not sure why is Gabrielle's; he'd like to be there when she and Fleur's mother hear the news.

[leplusbeau]

"...do we have to?"

Of course they do! But she can pout.

[thecoolone]

"Yes, love." He says it with a laugh. "We have to. They'll find out eventually, and if we don't tell them, they'll be angry and make the baby cry, and then I'll flush as red as my hair trying to stop it, and you won't want that, and you'll leave me over it, and that will be a sorry end to our story."

Besides, she's very cute in a bad-girl sort of way when she pouts; he smooths the creases away from her forehead.

"We don't have to tell them just this minute, though."

[leplusbeau]

Pout! POUT!

"Fine. You have made a convincing argument."

Oh, that's a funny pout. Her eyes are a little crossed. "Oh. Fuck. Help? I need to." She makes a helpless face at Bill.

[thecoolone]

"You need to..."

His eyes widen.

"Oh! Right!" Quickly, he helps her stand, hoping that he's read her mind adequately. Either of the likely options lead to the bath; he moves her that way.

[leplusbeau]

"Sorry!" is heard through the bathroom door. The joys of pregnancy.

And the sound of. Ew. It eventually stops.

Then, very muffled rant from the bath. "We are not having another one. Nevah. No more. I am doing thiz once. Thiz one will be the most beautiful and perfect because will be only one!"

[thecoolone]

At the moment, he's inclined to agree.

[leplusbeau]

The door opens. Fleur looks a little pale.

"Iz good idea. I rather like thiz idea. Procezz? Not as much."

She hugs the doorframe and thinks, yes. This is the perfect place to just fall back asleep.

[thecoolone]

He rather thinks it's a grand idea with a terrible process himself. "Can't they just... speed it up by magic? One day oh, we're expecting! and the next day, look! our perfect bouncing baby!?"

Of course it doesn't work that way and he knows he's being silly. It only takes him a moment to get to her side, where he picks her up in his arms and carries her to their bed.

"Now. All good mothers-to-be need their rest. Is there anything I can get for you?" Gently, he sets her down; he's almost afraid to touch her stomach.

It makes things so very real.

[leplusbeau]

"Iz good idea. Someone should invent that potion." And she is tugging at his arm. "You. You should get you in bed and nap with me. I need a nap partner."

He gets a sleep pout.

[thecoolone]

Being a nap partner is definitely something he can do; he climbs into bed next to her.

Tomorrow, they can worry about finding a Healer, or they can worry about outworrying one another, or they can worry about all the tea in China. Whatever the next day and the next day and the next day bring, they can rise to meet it.

But now, as she says, is time for napping. With a flick of his wand the window shades flutter to a close; Bill sets his hand on her forehead.

"Sleep." As his own eyes close, he thinks he's going to have to start remembering lullabies.

[leplusbeau]

"Mush mush mush."

One of his arms gets tugged about her shoulders, and she throws a leg over his thigh. When she falls asleep, it is with a silly, happy smile on her face. Because her husband has no problem taking naps.