With the tip of her finger, Melinda counted Bill’s laugh lines. That look in his eyes, that joy, that sparkle, then genuine excitement about his children made that amazing warmth in her tummy heat up. Not unlike the warmth that one of his heated glances to spark in her, but… different.
“I have some recollections of Weasleys from back in school,” she chuckled and scooted a little closer until she could nudge him to roll over onto his back. She slipped her leg over him and pushed herself up so she was resting on his chest. “I’m not familiar with large,” she admitted, combing her fingers through his hair as she looked down into his eyes. “But crazy doesn’t scare me.”