SORRY. I ACCIDENTALLY UPDATED THE WRONG STORY! HERE IS THE CORRECT ONE.
Disclaimer: I don't own Bill Weasley.That's Fleur's job.
Bill Weasley was sitting at the kitchen table of his home. A hat that looked oddly similar to what graces Mary Poppins head was placed on his own, which displayed the words 'World's cutest werewolf' across it, with the added word of 'partial' in between 'cutest' and 'werewolf' to signify a werewolf half-done.
Sitting at the table was Bill's adorable one year old daughter: Isabelle. She had shinning golden hair the combination of dazzling oranges and silvers. She'd been parked down by her father, currently making gurgling noises of childlike amusement.
"Hey, don't pick my nose! That's rude. Do you know what you will be known as if you go around picking people's noses?" Bill asked, wiping his daughter's finger with a napkin. "A nose picker! And you don't want to be known as that, do you? And don't pick you nose either," he said, gently pulling away the finger that had threatened to escape up a nostril.
Reaching out with adorable tiny hands, Isabelle knocked the hat off Bill's head and put it on her own. Of course, for a hat that size, it was much too big and covered her eyes,
Bill used a mix a of 'Serious Father mode' and a baby voice when he addressed Isabelle.
"You took my hat. That was my hat. Your mother gave me that hat. You ought to be ashamed of yourself."
Isabelle stared on.
"I demand my hat back."
Isabelle laughed.
"I'll tell you what. I'll sell it to you for a kiss," Bill compromised, smiling. "Give me a kiss. Go on, give daddy a kiss." Isabelle showed no means of response. "That's not fair. Daddy works hard all day loving you and kissing you and changing your nappies. You owe daddy a kiss! Daddy demands his kiss."
With much determination on her face, as though she could understand what was going on: Isabelle planted a kiss on Bill's cheek.
That was the first time she had ever done that .
As tears of joy fell down Bill's cheek, he heard the sound he had been waiting to hear for so long.
With even more determination and willpower, Isabelle said, "Dada…"
Bill felt as if he were on top of the world.
"Merlin, you….you just said your first word!"
He picked up Isabelle and ran up the stairs with his daughter in her arms, nearly tripping over his own feet.
"Fleur!" He yelled. "FLEUR!"
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