Fleur's expression was exactly what Molly had hoped to see. She'd been hoping for some proof that the girl loved Bill, some word, some story that would point out that Fleur really was sincere in her feelings... and that the baby really could be Bill's. It had seemed so far-fetched before.
Now, though, with that gentle smile, that inability to verbalise what made a special man special, Molly could see Fleur really did love Molly's son.
She reached across the table and patted Fleur's hand. "I'm glad I got to meet you, Fleur."