Pairing: Bill/Fleur
Time: Post War
"Bill?" Fleur called out.
Bill poked his head around the corner. "Yes Dear?"
"Bill, I need you to change Victoire's diaper." She said, a shy smile on her face. Victoire was five months old, and Bill had yet to change her nappy.
Bill coughed. "You see… well…. I actually have to run back to Gringott's. Forgot something very important!" He made to run to the floo, but Fleur stood in his path.
"Bill Weasley, you are going to change your daughter's diaper, whether you want to or not." Fleur said, her eyes angry.
Bill grinned shyly. "It isn't that I don't want too… it's just.. I don't want to. Fleur, I've changed the diaper of all my brother's and sister. I've seen enough dirty diapers to last me a lifetime."
Fleur huffed. "Well, you have a daughter now, so you'll just have to get over it. Bill, dear, I love you, but you need to help me out here."
Bill crinkled his nose. "She's smells though."
She rolled her eyes. "Do it now, or I'm calling your mother."
"You wouldn't," he narrowed his eyes.
"I would, and I will. Now change her nappy!" Fleur shrieked.
Bill frowned. "Fine." He approached little Victoire with caution. He gently undid the nappy. His eyes widened in horror. He quickly cleaned her bum and handed her to Fleur. "There, done."
"Was that so hard?" She asked smiling.
Bill nodded. "Yes, it was."
Fleur glared at him while Bill laughed.