Say You Won't Let Go || Bill Weasley

Eighty Six: Almost Christmas

Within the next two weeks, Isabelle decided that it was time for them to begin celebrating Christmas, having already asked Bill multiple times to start bringing decorations down from the attic that they saved from last year.

This morning, though, she decided to give the asking a rest, just wanting to enjoy the time with her husband while Ron was still asleep in the guest bedroom.

The morning was cold, with it now being December, so she happily wore Bill's most comfortable jumper with stretchy pants. They sat together on the sofa, drinking hot tea (decaf, unfortunately), cuddled together in a careful tangle of arms and legs under a thick blanket with the fire going, talking quietly.

"I hope she has your eyes," Isabelle said.

Bill set down his cup on the table and rested a hand on her belly over the jumper with a wide smile. "I was actually hoping she would have yours."

"No, definitely not. Mine are ugly," Isabelle said.

"No they're not. I think they're rather nice and unique," he said.

"Hazel isn't unique, it's boring."

Bill laughed quietly as his hand moved along her belly. "Let's just hope she's not nearly as stubborn as her mum."

"I'm sure you could handle two of us," she smiled. "And I'm keeping my opinion. Your eyes are just so pretty and blue."

"So you want her to have my hair and eyes. Is there anything she's allowed to get from you?" Bill asked.

Isabelle pretended to think for a moment. "I don't think my nose is too bad. She can get that."

"Well, I think everything about you is beautiful and would be more than happy if she looks like you," Bill said.

"I would hope she looks at least a little bit like me, since I'm doing most of the work here, but I think some little red curls would be so cute," she said.

"That would be perfect," he said. "Though we'll love her no matter what she looks like."

Isabelle nodded in agreement and rested her hand on top of his. "She'll be absolutely incredible."

"Just like her mum," he smiled and kissed her quickly. "I love you."

"I love you," she said, pulling him into a longer kiss.

He was the one to break the kiss and pull away from her just enough to lean down to press soft, quick kisses to her bump next to his hand, making her giggle.

"That tickles," she managed through her laughs.

"It's just nice hearing you laugh," Bill said.

"But you know what happens sometimes when I do," she said.

Bill chuckled. "We wouldn't want that. I'm entirely too comfortable with you here right now."

"Me, too," Isabelle agreed, cuddling back into his chest as he adjusted the blanket.

"How is it going with your knitting?" he asked after a minute.

"I'm nearly finished with the gift for your mum and that'll be the last of it," she said.

"I know that Mum is going to love it," Bill said. "And I'm sure she probably has piles of things for the baby that she's waiting to show us for Christmas."

"Well, she's Molly's first grandchild, of course she's excited," Isabelle smiled.

"Dad is, too. He can hardly wait. When you mentioned feeling her kicking last time we visited, I thought he was going to lose his head," Bill said.