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Prompt: Hands
Pairing: Fleur and Bill
Hands
"Fleur, come in here!"
Fleur walked into the nursery where Bill was changing their new baby's nappie. They had only recently moved Dominique into Victoire's very, very pink room, as befitted a princess or two. This room was still the same as all three Weasley babies passed through it: sunshine yellow, decorated with starfish.
"What is it, mon cher?" she asked.
Bill grinned at her, his eyes flashing with love and pride. "He smiled."
Fleur gasped and rushed over to the changing table. Little Louis was looking up at her with cloudy blue eyes, flailing his fist in the air. She took one little hand in hers. Louis had Bill's hands, she had noticed it immediately. As well as Bill's red hair and a fair scattering of freckles too, but those were her ears and eyes.
"Oh, no, monsieur," she scolded playfully. "You were supposed to save your first smile for your maman. I worked very hard to bring you into zis world, you know."
Bill reached around Fleur to place a large, scarred hand on the baby's tummy and tickled it. The baby smiled up at his parents, flailing his fists excitedly.
"Oh, my," Fleur gasped again, tears coming to her eyes.
That was Bill's smile. The one from before Grayback attacked him and left his mouth damaged. Fleur had loved that smile and she had never thought to see it again. But there it was, on her infant son's face. She scooped the baby up, kissing his precious head, inhaling his sweet scent. It felt as if her heart was growing for it ached with the joy she felt in that moment.
Bill wrapped his arms around the two of them, pulling Fleur against his chest, one hand cupping the baby's head. "Why are you crying?"
"We have made zee whole world over, mon Bill," she whispered.
He blinked at her. "Women," he scoffed, the one corner of his mouth quirking into a smile, the other remaining stubbornly in place. "You're all mental."
She reached up to cup his ravaged face in one hand. "I love your smile."
"Yeah? Yours is pretty nice too," he quipped. "But while we stand here, the rest of the house is unnaturally quiet, which can mean only one thing."
Fleur groaned. "Zee girls are probably burning it down as we speak."
Hands entwined, they left the nursery to find out what fires needed to be put out now.