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[bill_weasley]

In his life, Bill's lost a lot of things. He's lost gemstones and portkeys and girlfriends and directions. He's lost keys to doors and telephone numbers and ideas and clothes and business cards and money, but he's never lost family, and elderly little-known aunts or uncles don't count

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[leplusbeau]

Fleur looks up slightly at his face.

"No, Fleur. Wife." Placing her hand over his on her belly, she says, "Bebes. They say 'ello, Papa." The kick line in her stomach goes thump, thump, thump.

[bill_weasley]

Oh, the movement makes him laugh and it feels better to laugh than he remembers.

Papa. No staid British Dad for these babies; they've got the mum to make all other mums all over the world jealous. For her, he'll wear the moniker Papa so very proudly.

"For a name, silly. What do you think of Charlie for a name?" He goes ahead and makes a fool of himself with a pathetic attempt at French. "Pour un des bébés: Charlie. Pour le garçon." It would be too fresh to use Fred or George. No, they need to be held sacrosanct in his memory for a time before he'll do that, no matter how tempting it would be to pay tribute that way, but it's too soon. He can't do it.

[leplusbeau]

"You want to...?" She had thought he might one to name one or even both of them after his brothers. But she had thought it would be the twins. "Charlie," she tries that on for size. "Charles, ma p'tit Charlie."

And she smiles her own tiny smile that has stayed in residence since Black Sunday.

"I like that. Your brother, he would like that. May be it will convince him to have some of hiz own so your mother will drive him crazy, too."

[bill_weasley]

"Mum doesn't want dragonets for grandchildren." With a soft smile, he lets one hand fall over her silvery hair. "And you know that's what Charlie would have. Either dragonets or little snitches."

We have to carry on, says the stubbornly British voice in his mind. We have to be strong and we have to be stoic and we have to carry on. "If they're both boys, Charlie and... Ben. Benedict, for your father. What do you think? And if either or both are girls..."

Well, he was hopeless with girls' names. He could only think of one, and he doubted at this point that Fleur would want to name a child of hers Gabrielle any more than he was ready to name one of them Fred or George.

"...then you pick. So long as it's not something horrid." His hand goes back to her belly. "They can give us a signal if they like the names."