"Does 'e not look 'andsome?" Fleur said, leaning up on her toes to kiss Bill's cheek and ruffle his hair, letting her fingers linger there just a little longer than necessary. Her heart felt like it might pound out of her chest to see him smile and speak the way he was. She could see the subtle signs of stress on his face, but he was fighting it. For her.
"'e is perfect, but 'e is also 'ungry," she said, moving away from Bill and giving Nicky another bounce. Such a little miracle, to have been so sick and yet now be so full of life. With one last look and smile between the brothers, she started off toward the kitchen. "Come, mon petit. We will get some pudding and then find your grand-mère so that she can 'elp me spoil you."