He would never admit to the pathetic little whimper that left him at Fleur's frankly brazen flirting, but the noise left him nonetheless. After a moment, Bill cleared away his own dish and the tea set, pausing only long enough to clean them and put them away. And then- it was was undoubtedly a world record time- he dashed off the invitation, duplicated it, and then went out into the cold sea air to fetch their owl.
After directing it to take most of the invites to the post- along with the requisite amount due for handling the rest- he came back inside and stood in the living room for a moment, listening to the falling water upstairs. That was his wife. His pregnant wife. And they were going to try to adopt right away, not as a contingency, but in addition to.
He sank back against the door, knocked momentarily breathless at the happy turn his life was suddenly taking. He thought of George and Ginny and Percy, thought of everything they were going through with this wretched disease, and he hoped they could garner some small bit of happiness at the news- or at least the part that he and Fleur were going to share for now.
He heard the water shut off, and pushed himself away from the door. Bill smiled to himself, and then walked to the stairs, already pulling off various articles of clothing as he ascended. They were back home, together, and he fully intended to christen their return to Shell Cottage properly.