Bill gazed down in wonder at the tiny bundle cradled in his arms, speechless at the sheer amount of joy and pride and love he was feeling. It was by no means the first time he had held a baby – as the oldest of seven he had held his brothers and sister countless times when they were young. It was, however, the first time he had been able to hold, really hold, his baby. His beautiful, perfect daughter. Victoire.
He had joked before she was born that she would have him wrapped around her little finger in no time at all because of her Veela blood. But now…. Bill would admit that he'd already fallen for her, left right and centre. However, he would protest the influence of her mother's blood. Victoire had captured his heart because she was his.
As Bill studied her sleeping face, finding Fleur instantly in her soft, white-blonde hair, perfectly shaped lips, and delicately formed nose, he reflected on all the "firsts" in his life. He was the first-born of his family, and, therefore, the first to attend Hogwarts and to graduate—beginning somewhat of a Weasley dynasty. Somewhat apart from something defined by birth order he was the first to get married; although, the terror surrounding the fall of the Ministry had somewhat dampened the joy of the occasion. It should have been a wonderful beginning for him and Fleur, and yet their married life had been born in war. And now he and Fleur were the first to have a child.
Bill suddenly felt inordinately smug and silently defied any of his siblings to try and have a baby as perfect as his surely was.
"What are you smiling at, mon cher?" a sleepy voice inquired tenderly from the hospital bed.
Bill looked up at Fleur, and the force of the love he felt for her hit him with such a shock that it stole his breath and tears welled in his eyes. He swallowed around the lump in his throat and answered thickly, "I don't think I've ever been this happy in my life." He paused a moment, taking one of her hands in his, gently rubbing the back of it with his thumb. "Thanks, love."
"She eez our new beginning, non?"
Bill smiled sweetly down at Victoire. "A new beginning."