Another update :) Late again, I know. I'm sorry. This one is just simple and sweet. Please enjoy :) xx

September 12 1998

Fleur stepped out of the bathroom in her towel, to find Bill sitting at the dresser with his head in a book. His hair was tied back in a long ponytail and his eyebrows were knitted together in concentration as he poured over the text. A groan of frustration left his pursed lips and he rubbed the back of his neck with his hands.

"Qu'est-ce que c'est, ma cherie?" asked Fleur, flipping her damp hair to one side and approaching her husband.

"Why is this so difficult," he muttered. Fleur flittered to his side and rested her dainty hands on Bill's shoulders, slowing easing the tension. She kissed his cheek as she read over his shoulder. He quickly shut the book and stood up, as though hiding something.

"Iz everzing alright, Guillaume?" asked Fleur. She watched Billchanged out of his robes and head into the bathroom, as she sat on the dresser, brushing her long hair.

"Bill?" Fleur asked again, feeling slightly worried. But her husband ignored her and soon the rushing of water drowned out Fleur's questions. A frown marred her features as he delicately rubbed some moisturiser on her face and changed into her silk nightgown. Running her fingers through her hair to disperse any stubborn knots, she perched herself on the edge of the bed and waited for Bill to finish his shower. Why had he been so harsh with her? She had only wanted to know what was going on, since he looked so frustrated. Maybe she could help him?

The sound of the water came to a halt and soon Bill's face peeked out of the door. The rest of his body followed, his only item of clothing a towel hanging loosely from his hips. Fleur couldn't help but admire him. Bill noticed this and grinned.

"Like what you see?" he winked at her, reaching her in two long strides and kissing her fiercely. Fleur was utterly confused and pushed away.

"What iz with you, Bill?" she snapped, crossing her arms and pouting up at him. "First you ignore me and now you want me? Je ne comprends pas!"

"Sorry," he mumbled sheepishly. "I was just having a moment. I needed to cool off."

"Merde," exclaimed Fleur, frowning at him. "I am going to bed."

Bill waggled his eyebrows at her again and went to kiss her again. She evaded his advances and slid under the covers, sticking her nose haughtily in the air.

"Fine," said Bill, dropping his towel and changing into his grey pyjama pants. "Two can play at this game." But he turned back around, expecting to see Fleur poking her tongue at him playfully, he saw his wife curled up on her side, hugging her pillow. Her blonde hair was spread out next to her and her lips were slightly parted with her deep and heavy breathing. He smiled and slipped next to her, wrapping his arms around her waist. Her hair tickled his face as he kissed her cheek softly.

"Je t'aime," he whispered. A smile tugged at the corners of Fleur's mouth and her dark blue eyes flew open.

"You 'ave been practising?" she whispered in excitement.

"Oui, j'ai été," he said proudly.

Fleur's eyes swam with adoration and she threw her arms around his neck. "Oh, Guillaume," she sobbed, kissing him fiercely. "Vous serait vraiment faire ça? Pour moi?"

Bill chuckled and pulled Fleur into his lap. "Honey, I'm only learning. Don't expect me to be fluent yet."

Fleur laughed and traced her fingers lightly over his scars. "But you are learning, Guillaume," she said. "Zat is enough for me. Mais, pourquoi?"

Bill tipped her chin and kissed her softly. "I don't know how to say this," he murmured sheepishly, "But I want to embrace your heritage. We're married and having a baby and I want our children to speak French and communicate with their French cousins and be proud that their mother is French. I certainly am."

"Vraiment?"

"Vraiment," said Bill, pressing his forehead against hers.

"Good night, Guillaume," said Fleur tenderly, sinking back under the covers and laying her head on his chest.

"Bonne nuit, mon chere," said Bill, reaching for his book and reading it in the light of his wand. "Crap," he mumbled, frowning as his mouth tried to form the words on the page. Bloody French. Why did it have to be so difficult to pronounce. What was with their obsession with not pronouncing the ends of their words? Bill sighed and looked down at his sleeping wife. He was doing this for her, for their baby. If that meant he had to struggle with learning the language under the covers at night, that's what he would do. Kissing her forehead one last time, he turned back to his French book and began muttering a string of French greetings under his breath.

Aww Guillaume :) so cute! I really wanted to write this because I always thought that Bill would embrace Fleur's heritage. I mean, he lets his children have French names so that must be something. But having a French wife... he really needs to learn French. So he does. Please read and review :) xx