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Bill couldn't help the twinge of jealousy that crept to him. He knew that he had no reason to feel jealous, Fleur loved him. And only him as she often said, but seeing that man, who was more handsome than he had ever been smiling at her and making her laugh.
He turned away and left the room, not wanting someone to notice his jealousy or bitterness. The poor nan wasn't to blame on how looked.
"Why did you leave the party?" came the voice of his wife.
Bill didn't answer, but continued to walk.
"Bill, stop! Please, tell me what has happened. Why did you leave? Was it because of Gerald?"she asked, her voice wavering.
At this he turned and his eyes told Fleur everything.
"He is just a friend. One I haven't seen in years, ever since I moved to England. Please, you got no reason to be jealous. I love you. Not him. Never anyone else, but you."she stated and went to hug him.
He wrapped his arms around her and held her tight.
"I know," he whispered, "but I can't help it. I saw how he looks at you. You are not just his friend, or at least he doesn't wish for you to be. Also I saw how he looks at me."
Fleur sighed.
"I know. But I love you. I would never choose him. Never."she repeated, hoping that this time he would believe her, that he would understand.
"I know," he said echoing her words."It had always been my fear that you'll find someone better. More handsome. More wealthy. Someone who could offer you everything you wish."
She shook her head.
"Oh, Bill! I already have everything I need. I have you" she whispered and kissed him softly on the lips. "So please, can you stop with these insecurities? You're beautiful to me. I don't need more money. I have enough. You and our baby are enough."
"Baby?"asked Bill.
Fleur smiled.
"Yes, baby. You're going to be a father."