In his mind, Bill couldn't stop thinking it over and over again: Mr and Mrs Bill Weasley. He would've said it out loud a dozen or more times, but he was afraid there were far too many people around and he might look a bit nutty. There wasn't one thing that could wipe the large smile from his face today.
They really couldn't have asked for a more beautiful day and Bill was impressed by the amount of detail that had been put into the wedding as a whole. His mother had really outdone herself this time and Bill was making a mental note to thank her as soon as possible in some way. He imagined that his mother would only ask for him to have children as quickly as possible and Bill was also quite anxious to begin filling out his part of the family tree.
Snapping back to reality from his daydream about children with Fleur, Bill watched as people had a good time and then looked around to find where his wife had run off. Not far from him, Fleur stood talking with some wedding guests. She looked marvelous. Simply breathtaking. Bill didn't think it was possible for her to look more beautiful than she did on a daily basis but he had been very wrong.
So as not to disturb their conversation, Bill casually made his way over to Fleur's side and placed a hand on her shoulder to let her know that he was there.