Fleur had been waiting for them as patiently as she could which wasn't very patient, even if you couldn't tell by looking at her. The perfect veneer that made her who she was: the carefully arranged blonde locks, the cerulean blue eyes, and effortless smile that so easily enchanted people (especially the men) was good at hiding almost anything she wanted. Impatience was one of them. Yet there were cracks to be found if one knew her well enough to look for the anxious flexing of her fingers or the slight chewing on her inner lip.
Hearing that her daughter had showed up had awoken a great many feelings inside Fleur's head and heart. Mostly excitement but there were others floating around, some of which she would never admit to. Still seeing the shadows moving on the walk made her smile and hurry to the door so she could greet them.
Her greeting died on her lips as she found herself on their porch looking from her husband to her daughter, back to Bill and then back to Victoire. Merlin, she had prepared herself for a lot of things but her daughter being pregnant wasn't one of them. Though without missing a beat she gave her daughter a hug before shuffling the three of them inside where it was considerably warmer.