For just a moment, Bill's mind froze at his mother's words, and he could see their wedding, his and Fleur's. She would be beautiful in white. He could see forever with Fleur, children and a future and a million smaller things, and it scared him speechless.
He loved her. He hadn't told her that, hadn't even thought it in so many words, but he did. And he wanted the ring on her finger; maybe not this second, but eventually.
Bill blinked at his mother, feeling as if someone had hit him over the head with something hard. He had the unpleasant feeling too long had passed without his response, but his revelations had left him without anything to say. He cleared his throat. "I want pie."