Will looked up from where he was finishing up the household books. It would appear that his beautiful bride had returned from her appointment. While he was more than willing to be as supportive a father and husband as there was in the Wizarding World, he was just as glad that she didn't expect him to go to every Healer's appointment and possibly have to listen to things that would make him squirm.
He stood and headed toward the sound of her heels snapping sharply against the well-polished wooden floor. "Just ice cream?" he said as he neared her, "are you sure you don't need pickles with that?"