Happy late birthday Livvi! This is really fluffy, sorry

Disclaimer: I do not own the brilliance that is Harry Potter.

He loved her, as cliché as it was, with the burning passion of a thousand suns, the shining brightness of a thousand starry nights, the fearsome strength of a thousand waves in an ocean.

She was, truly, the most beautiful woman in the world.

He didn't care if people said her mother was more ladylike and elegant, or if her sister had purer blond hair and gentler eyes. To him, she was the most beautiful. But she was not perfect. Definitely not. He knew, that no matter how she looked on the outside, she could be a mess on the inside. And she was full of flaws – a fiery French and Weasley temper, for one. Which he was experiencing the brunt of right now.

"TED REMUS LUPIN! HOW COULD YOU DO THAT?" his pregnant, hormonal, wife shrieked. He caught her wrist and kissed it, and she broke down in tears. He took her in his arms and grinned at Harry over her shoulder.

"Oh, Vic honey," Ginny said, coming closer and rubbing her niece's back. Victoire promptly stood up straight – or as straight as she could while carrying twins.

"Well, I know one thing," Teddy said.

Victoire raised a pale eyebrow. "Only one? I thought you were smarter than that."

Harry and Ginny laughed. Teddy glared at her and then said, "These babies are definitely going to be born deaf."

"YOU – YOU!" Victoire shrieked furiously, suddenly reverting back to anger. Teddy wrapped his arms around her and Harry winked at him.

"You're beautiful when you're mad, you know," Teddy murmured to his wife.

"Am I?" she asked, oblivious to anyone else.

"Yes," he said, caressing her cheek. "You're the most beautiful person in the world."