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Victoire was smiling.
She wasn’t a year old yet, and this is what she seemed to do most of the time- whether it was because she’d enjoyed her breakfast, found the face Bill was pulling funny, or because she just shit herself, it was never immediately clear.
But she was always smiling.
Not smiling, Bill corrected himself. The dimples in her cheeks, the light in her eyes, the giggle escaping her throat…
Victoire was beaming up at him, and all Bill could think was how lucky he was.