How did Bill and Fleur name little Victiore? They did it before she was born...

This is the first time I've written Fleur and a really hope I pulled off writing the accent. I am planning a little bit of Bill/Fleur fluff again actually so you may get more.

Disclaimer: This lovely couple and their whole world are J. K. Rowling's

In Bill's opinion Fleur was the most beautiful pregnant woman he had ever seen.

Her bulging belly and waddling walk were sweet to him. He looked at her, eating double helpings every night, her table manners suffering, and found his own appetite wanning. It was hard to remember how to chew with her sitting across from him.

Of course, when she caught him looking she would blush and cover her mouth with her hand.

"Don't stare, I'm just 'ungry," She protested, as if he was frowning upon her. This always made him laugh, and mostly she would join in. It depended on her hormones at the time.

Right now she had paused in the door to the living room, stretching her back.

She waddled over to the loveseat, and Bill smiled warmly in greeting. He was still stunned she could move with the baby so near coming. He was sure he wouldn't be able to with a belly that big.

"You're amazing," He told her.

Fleur wrinkled her nose, obviously annoyed.

"Bah!" She exclaimed. He loved the habit she had of using that sound. "I am 'uge! I cannot see my feet!"

Bill caught her hand as she flicked back her hair and held it gently in his.

"You are still the most beautiful woman I've ever met."

Fleur rolled her eyes, but nevertheless leaned into him. Her hands began to trace absentminded circles on her stomach. Bill smiled.

"And how is our little baby?" He asked, leaning his head on her shoulder to watch her move fingers. Fleur jumped, as if she'd forgotten he was there.

"I 'ave just been theenking of the war!" She said, turning around with a grunt so that their noses were almost touching.

Bill crossed his legs on the couch in front of her and tilted his head to one side thoughtfully. Fleur smiled fondly, she loved his little head tilt. It was cute.

"How come?" He asked.

"I 'ave been theenking 'ow lucky she," She gave her stomach a pat so he knew she meant the baby. Not that he needed it, they talked of little else. "Will be to be born now,"

Bill smiled at his wife.

"'E will only know of this time. 'E doesn't 'ave to face the time we 'ave known. 'E will know only of our-" She faltered, annoyed as always, when she couldn't think of an English word.

"Victory?' Bill supplied.

"Oui! Our victory." She said with a nod. Then she leaned back a little, resting on the pillow behind her.

"Victory," She repeated. "Veectory... Veectory..."

Bill looked confused as her face lit up.

"Victiore!" she said loudly. Bill still looked puzzled.

"That's eet" She said satisfactorily. "That's 'er name!" She pointed to her stomach again, slightly put out by his slow uptake.

"Her name..." Bill repeated, his hands moving to caress her bulging belly. "As you say, it is absolutely charmant"

Fleur laughed and leaned back in.

"Look, the baby. She ees kicking." She laid his hand in the right spot and laughed as he whispered.

"That's it little one, do you like that name?"

"Oh Bill," she whispered, calming down after her epiphany "You will be the best papa!"

Bill's scarred face lit up.

"You will be a perfect mother." He told her.

"Then what a lucky baby she will be!" Fleur laughed.

Then they sat in silence, feeling the bay kick.

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