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He would pick her up and carry her over the threshold, but that's for newlyweds.

He would bring her tea and sandwiches, but he suspects she's not hungry.

He would shower her with kisses.

I can do that. But first, he closes the door behind them and walks her over to their bed and pats the spot beside him as he sits. "Tell me, love: tell me everything." Already, in his mind, he's seeing the world's most beautiful, radiant child. Of course he is: his little girl in his mind's eye looks just like her mother.

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"But you have nevah seen me fat! I have nevah seen me fat! Oh, Merlin hopping a fucking broomstick! I will be the size of a hippogriff! And stretch marks! You will hate them!"

"But they'll be your stretch marks and I'll love them. You'll see."

If she thinks he only loves her for her body, she's wrong. She's beautiful and exotic, yes, but there's more going on than meets the eye. Much more. She's the world to him.

Still, he tries to imagine her the size of a hippogriff. "Although I have to say, if you do grow to the size of a hippogriff, we'll need a bigger bed."

She pinches him. "That iz mean! I am nevah having your love child again!"

That made her look down. She pokes at one of her breasts and cups it. "These will be huge. And, and. All the stretch marks and scars. I will know they are there. And they will be there. Waiting. Until I take my clothes off again."

She rubs her eyes with the heel of her palm. "No wonder people spend so much time planning these thingz!"

Well... she's got it right there, right there in her hand, and what's he supposed to do? Be the epitome of restraint? He's not a monk, he's a curse-breaker. A man of action.

Reaching forward, he moves her hand out of the way before pulling off her shirt.

"If there are going to be scars and stretch marks, then I'd like to fix a good image in my mind of what they're like right now. So we can have a before-and-after sort of thing. I'll just go borrow a camera."

He's never been good at keeping a poker face; he's absolutely miserable at it now. Besides, the smile on his face betrays any seriousness.

Fleur blinks.

"...huh?"

"I'm teasing. You're so lovely. You'll continue to be lovely." He wraps his arms round her, stroking her back. "I'll love you through stretch marks and scars and hugeness and discomfort and cravings and whatever else this might serve up for you."

Unexpectedly, his eyes fill with tears.

"What? What? Did I say something? You can take dirty picturez of me all you want!" She hugs him, her face tucked under his chin. "You are having mood swingz too! Thiz iz what happenz when you are a good daddy. You feel thingz too. We will figure thiz out! We will! And we will be scared and I will cry too, but we will find a way! And we will be good at thiz because he--she--they will be like us, so it will not be so bad!"

"And. And. I will try not to smoke once--they are here! Oh Merlin. Fuck."

Blinking fiercely, he rubs his eyes. "It's... this is... all of it, it's..."

Oh Merlin. Fuck.

She said it.

"It's a little overwhelming just now. And thrilling."

And his arms go right back around her and he holds her as closely as he's ever done. "And I love you."

"Oui. Love you. Alwayz."

Beat.

Into his chest, "You are going to be a daddy."

And she's going to be a mum: his eyes well up again.

"Our own child. Imagine that." Leaning forward, he kisses her.

And hands her back her shirt: he doesn't want her to catch a chill.

"And you wanted to... go shopping?"

She takes it in an absent minded sort of way.

"Healer shopping. To find one we both like. I am a little picky about who pokez about under my skirt, you know."

She finally looks at her shirt. "Why did you give me thiz?"

"Because it doesn't fit me?"

He wonders absently how long it will continue to fit her.

"I don't think we need to interview Healers right this moment, do we?" One finger traces the line of her jaw: he'd rather prove her wrong about 'nevah.'

He'd like to prove her wrong about it right now, in fact.

"Oh!"

Then, "Oh."

She actually blushes when he leans down to kiss her. Because she is pregnant and he still wants to.

Fleur wraps her arms around his neck. "Oh, Beel."

"I love you, my dear." With a flick of his wand the curtains close and the door locks. This, of all things, is just for the two of them.

No onlookers necessary.

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