Fleur grinned at her genius of a husband and pressed a quick kiss to his lips. "You know, zere are not so many Veela 'oo 'ave babies. Zere ees not a lot known about zeir pregnancies. We can pretend zat zey are wretched and zat I need to be in bed."
Reassuringly, she added, "My muzzer was fine, but zey do not need to know zat."
With one last stolen kiss, Fleur felt at ease. She would never truly relax as long as Bill was in the midst of Death Eaters, but was it any different to being in the Order and facing them at their most deadly? "Promise me you will keep your 'ead down while zey are 'ere?" Fleur asked, "Take me 'ome."