I'm a mother.


Valerie Brielle Delacour (Weasley-Tonks?)
Born 12 August at 7:28AM
13 lbs, 2 oz
Human, veela, werewolf cub

I could not be happier.

Do not fuck with me, Bill Weasley. I'm angry, I'm pregnant, and I'm RAGINGLY emotional.


If anyone cares for the aformentioned idiot male, keep him far, far, FAR away from me.

Tonks and I have just returned from the mediwitch with absolutely delightful news. In between visits, my wonderful darling mediwitch decided to contact a magical creature handler, one with expertise in lupine creatures. Having done so, she got advice on which potions would hurt a wee wolfie and which wouldn't, and has concocted a series of potions which, as of yet, haven't hurt me or the baby. I'm feeling much, much better, and think I might actually clean the house today, which would honestly be nice.

Now that I'm feeling better...can everyone send Tonks some flowers for being the absolute best partner to me and mother to my, no, our baby that she could possibly be. I love you, darling, and yes, that was a PDA.

Well, now that I'm nearly at the 7 months mark... any suggestions on a name? It's definitely a she, definitely half-wolf, but Tonks and I are both open to either Celtic or French names.

I know that babies are supposed to be a joy... but at the moment I'm less than thrilled. I'm 6 1/2 months now, huge as a whale, sobbing constantly, and I can't keep anything down.

Anything, that is, but croissants. So anyone who'd like to bestow some good French croissants on my darling partner is more than encouraged to. She's officially my babysitter.

Oh, and you can kill Bill for doing this to me.

So, yesterday I had an extremely plesant lunch with Nymphadora. Work had been quite stressful, it seems the French and English Ministries will never get along, but we are making progress. I was able to propose a solution to the original problem, so I think with time we'll be able to put this behind us. The translation bit was getting quite stressful. Oh, and I have a date with Tonks on Friday and I think I'm about to orgasm in my skirt from the thought of it.

Cérémonie :

• Orateur (Madame Maxime)
  
• Fleurs (roses bleues)
  
• Cercueil
  
• Porteurs
  
• Musique (Peut-être Gaby a pu chanter ? Je voudrais un harpist.)
  

Réception :

• Endroit (Manoir de Delacour)
  
• Nourriture
  
• Alcool
  

...oh, I'm sick of doing this and I'm exhausted...

I just realized I forgot to tell my mother about the baby. Mon dieu...

Work has been more time consuming than ever.  My apparation skill have certainly been practiced, I assure you.  Not any wizard could apparate between here and Paris six times a day, I tell you.  Seems the French Ministry is hell-bent on passing a few laws the English refuse to agree with... doesn't look good, so I've been trying to mediate.  I can't go into too much detail, of course, being that it's official top-secret nonsense.  Ridiculous, all of it.  I've been away from my friends so long I think I've begun to forget what rest is.

While in Paris, however, I did see my mother just before she passed.  I'll be owling funeral details to those who knew her.  She passed peacefully yesterday, early afternoon, we'll be holding a formal funeral in Marseilles next week.  It hasn't quite hit me... we did finally acheive closure, though... I think I'm at peace, finally.  About time.

-Fleur

Ah, how things change in a matter of days.  I received my sister's owl, Augustine, today, confirming that ma mère (my mother) is not just knocking on death's door, she's pounding.  I may or may not go to visit her before the end comes.  She may not appreciate my presence, not to mention I may not handle having to see her in that condition well. 

I wrote Bill today, informing him of my condition, to which he responded "Oh, I knew that already.  Have fun."  I reported his actions to Molly, and my dear ex-husband should be expecting one hell of a howler sometime soon.  It's wonderful that my ex-mother in law likes me more than her own son.  For those out of the loop, I am pregnant, and I intend on raising the child myself.  I'm ready for the problems, I'm ready for the hardship, but I have no doubt I'll be able to endure it.  I have too strong a support system.

I've decided to take up horticulture.  I've taken a great liking to muggle flowers.  Maybe at some point Harry can help me with... um... I think they're called orchids?  Delightful little plants.  Kind of boring, but beautiful.

For those who haven't seen me recently, I've changed a little.  Thought chopping my hair off and adding some blue streaks would do me some good. :)

Avec amour,

Je suis retourné aujourd'hui de Paris, où je passe le semaine avec ma soeur. Après ma brioche et café finis de conversation, elle est venue à la conclusion que je deviens mou. Elle pense que le Fleur qu'elle a par le passé connu aurait reveled dans le singledom et a ri face au rejet. Je pense qu'elle jamais ne m'a très bien connu. Je, cependant, essayerai une nouvelle approche à la vie. Je ne vais plus vivre pour d'autres du tout. J'ai essayé de renforcer l'amitié avec une femme que j'ai adorée et ai fini vers le haut de la perdre toute ensemble. Je ne suis pas sûr ce qui se produira dorénavant, mais je sais que les choses vont changer. J'ai une nouvelle garde-robe, une nouvelle coupe, et une nouvelle attitude. Peut-être les choses seront meilleures maintenant.

Amour,
Fleur

PS: Bill m'a envoyé une carte postale de Grèce. Hybride.


(I returned today from Paris, where I spend the weekend with my sister.  After my conversation over brioche and coffee, she came to the conclusion that I'm becoming soft.  She thinks that the Fleur she once knew would have reveled in singledom and laughed in the face of rejection.  I think she never knew me very well.  I will, however, try a new approach to life.  I'm no longer going to live for others at all.  I attempted to strengthen friendship with a woman I adored and ended up losing it all together.

I'm not sure what will happen from now on, but I know that things are going to change.  I have a new wardrobe, a new haircut, and a new attitude.  Maybe things will be better now.

Love,
Fleur

PS: Bill sent me a postcard from Greece. Bastard.)

Bill's divorcing me.

I have no words.



Who knew he was going to do this?