Peanut Butter

By Montley

"Oh, Bill! Eet's terrible!" Fleur Weasley shouted at the top of her lungs, and Bill Weasley could hear her beginning to wail. He inwardly groaned as he began trudging away from his work books. Today, and for the rest of the week, he was staying home to tend to Fleur to provide her with every single necessity she needed or desired. Each day since they found out she was pregnant with their first child she began growing bigger, and more emotional. In a way, he dreaded this time, she was dramatic to begin with, and the time she's a pregnant and hormonal woman could only be worse.

He entered the kitchen of Shell Cottage and noticed his wife weeping at the table with an empty jar perched next to her. Her silvery-blonde hair was held up in a messy ponytail, and she was wearing sweats, which she had every day for about nine months.

"What is it, dear?" he asked gently.

"Eet's terrible!" she moaned, her watery eyes looking at him in distress.

"What's terrible?" he questioned, suddenly growing a tad afraid.

"Ve are out ov peanut butter!" she cried and flung her face into her hands. All fear evaporated away from Bill, and he held the temptation to complain inside.

"Do you want me to buy some more?" he asked, and Fleur nodded her head. "Any special kind?"

"Just get eet!" Fleur requested desperately. Bill began walking towards the kitchen door to leave Shell Cottage when Fleur spoke again, "And don't forget your scarf, eet might be cold."

Bill tried to ignore the fact that it was the first day of May as he grabbed his wooly red scarf that Fleur had knitted for him months ago. He wrapped it around his neck and left the house, apparating away.

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"Vat is this?" Fleur muttered as she held the jar of peanut butter in front of her face.

"It's peanut butter, dear," Bill answered carefully.

"And vat is zee brand?" she questioned, holding the jar in front of his face.

"Uh, Jif," he responded, confusion bright on his features.

"I vanted Skippy!" Fleur yelled, throwing the jar back at Bill furiously as she tears filled her eyes up again.

"Isn't it all the same?" Bill said in an attempt to assuage her opinion.

"No, no! Eet is not!" she yelled, throwing her hands in the air as she then sat back down at the kitchen table. "Skippy ees better because I love Skippy, not Jif."

"I understand," Bill responded.

"Jif 'as a slightly more robust flavor, and vee 'ate eet," she continued, "vhich is vhy I like Skippy." Bill sighed and sat down next to his wife, rubbing circles around her back soothingly.

"It's just peanut butter," he assured her.

"No eet's not!" she said, lifting her head up from the table.

"Why not?" he asked.

"Because, eet, vell, eet, zee baby doesn't like eet," she answered solemnly, a lump growing in her throat as she kept sniffling. "And eef I keep feeding eet to 'er, she vill 'ate me."

"Fleur," Bill began, "the baby loves you, and when she arrives she will love us, this house and if you so desire, peanut butter."

He reached over towards her and pecked her on the lips, wrapping his arms around her, feeling her very pregnant belly up against him. He pulled back slightly and pressed his hand against her belly, and felt the baby kick against her stomach.

His eyes lit up with joy.

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