Chapter Ten: Month Nine- How did we ever doubt ourselves?

After nine and half hours in labor, I could finally see his daughter. I walked in and the first thing I saw through a crowd of nurses was a very tired Fleur.

"How do you feel?" I asked, rushing to her.

"You push a balloon zrough a straw inside yourseelf and zee 'ow you feel." She muttered darkly. I laughed.

"That's my girl. Speaking of, where's my other girl?" I asked looking around.

"Right here, Mr. Weasley." A nurse called from across the room. I bounded over in three quick strides.

"Can I hold her?" I asked cautiously. The nurse nodded, handing me a small pink bundle. I carefully nestled it in my arms, and pulled back the blanket. In it was one of the most beautiful things I had ever seen, tied only with Victoire. She had blue eyes, just as we had said. Big round eyes, sloped nose with little freckles… and red hair.

"I won." I murmured absentmindedly. Fleur laughed.

"Ginny ees going to kill me." She whispered.

I didn't pay attention after that. All I could think of was teaching this little bundle to climb, and fly a broom, and play pranks on Ron. He could see questioning her dates, and stopping arguments with Victoire. He could see her getting married, going to Hogwarts… everything seemed so fast, and so slow. The only thing in the world for just a few moments was that little bundle.

"Vat do you theenk?" Fleur rasped.

"Perfect." I said, choking on tears for a moment.

"I told you nothing would go wrong."

"Victoire Appoline and Dominique Gabrielle. Our little girls. So, so perfect. You were right. Again." I smiled, bringing Dominique to the bed by Fleur.

"How could I ever have doubted us? Could I have ever doubted her?" I asked quietly.

And in my heart, I knew I never really did.

A/N: Please review! You make my day more than rain, and I will get pneumonia someday from spending too much time in it. Please. Also, tell me if you'd like a one-shot on Fleur's payment and Ginny's reaction. Thanks so much for reading!