August the Third... and important day in Bill and Fleur's life. Find out why :) xx

August 3 1998

For the fifth time that night, the bathroom light flickered on. Bill stirred as he felt his wife leave their bed and rush to the bathroom. The sound of Fleur hurling into the toilet roused him and, concerned for her, he followed. Fleur was bent over the toilet clutching her stomach. Curtains of silvery-blonde hair fell in front of her face.

"Are you alright, love?" asked Bill tenderly, kneeling beside his wife. She turned to look at him and he swallowed. She looked awful. There were large, dark circles under her eyes and her face was pale and sweaty. Strands of hair clung to her forehead and her lips were slightly dry. She opened her mouth to reply, before leaning over the toilet again to hurl. Bill patted her back gently.

"It's alright, honey," he said, wiping the bile off her chin with a towel. She slumped into his arms, her breathing heavy.

"Maybe we should take you to St Mungos," Bill suggested as he pressed a hand to his wife's forehead. She was a little warm but nothing too drastic, so why was she spending so much time with her head in the basin?

"Non, Guillaume," she said weakly, shaking her head. "It iz just a little stomach bug. It iz nothing too serious."

"But Fleur, this is the fifth time you've thrown up. That can't be normal. We should see someone," Bill insisted.

Fleur smiled and trailed her fingers along her husband's cheek. "You worry about me too much, Guillaume."

Bill caught her fingers and kissed them softly, his eyes never leaving hers. "That is because you are my wife. I am allowed to worry about you."

Fleur didn't respond, simply content to lie there for a while. Bill held her securely to his chest, watching fondly as her eyes fluttered shut. He didn't blame her. She must have been exhausted after being disturbed five times during the night. Bill ran his fingers through her long hair. It was so silky beneath his callused skin. He enjoyed the feel of it; he always had.

Suddenly, Fleur's eyes sprang open, a look of horror on her face. She leapt up off the ground and ran into the bedroom.

"Bill," she said, pacing back and forth and wringing her hands together. "Bill, what is ze date?"

"The third," said Bill, following her and tilting his head to the side as he watched her. "Why, love?"

Fleur didn't answer for a while. She began counting on her fingers- for what, Bill had no idea.

"Oh, sacrebleu!" she cried, coming to a halt. "I'm late, I'm late, I'm late," she muttered.

"Fleur? What's wrong?" he grasped her arms and forced her to look at him, worried for her health. "What do you mean you're late?"

Fleur stared at him seriously, her lips trembling and her eyes swimming with shock and excitement.

"Guillaume," she said in a whisper. "I zink zat I am pregnant!"

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"Yes," said the mediwitch, looking up from the cauldron at the young couple. "You are definitely pregnant."

Fleur gave her husband a watery smile. Tears leaked out of her eyes and she gripped his hand tightly.

"I'll leave you two alone for a moment," said the mediwitch, disappearing behind the curtain to the backroom.

Bill was speechless. A baby. He couldn't believe Fleur was pregnant; with his child. He was overwhelmed with so many different emotions that he didn't know what to feel. So he merely sat, stunned, his eyes on Fleur's non-existent baby bump wherein lay his child. He knew it was going to be a boy- he just knew it.

Fleur brought his hands to her flat belly.

"We are going to be parents, Guillaume," she said in a rasp. He looked into her tear filled eyes and returned her ecstatic grin. "Izn't it amazing?"

"It is indeed, love," said Bill, kissing his wife tenderly.

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