All About Loving You

Nine Years Later

I sighed deeply. This has been another crazy day at work. I had to run up and down the Ministry building to find my Editor in Chief. I finally found him, near to a nervous breakdown. He was yelling that he was resigning. He had packed his bags and hadn't returned all day.

An hour later, the Minister of Magic himself had turned up at my desk and said that I was now Editor in Chief. I had already opened my mouth to protest, but that bloody man wouldn't take no for an answer.

So here I am, in a special office having the responsibility for hundred people. The door of my office swung open and Jeffrey Jenkins was standing in my office. He was tall, had a dark skin and the darkest eyes I had ever seen. I smiled at the sight of him. "Good, I thought that Betty had returned to yell at me again."

Jeffrey smirked. "Let me guess. She's angry because you got this position?" He took a seat at the other side of my office.

"Jef, you're one very smart wizard. I should think about giving you a pay raise." I flopped down in my chair and ran through the articles that had come in, ready to be printed for tomorrow's version of the Daily Prophet.

Jeffrey smiled. "If you do that, you'll be the best boss ever." He took the articles out of my hands. "There's someone here to see you." He said, his almost black eyes were sparkling with pleasure.

"Oh no, don't tell me it's MacKenzie?" I said, standing up and walking towards the door. "I really can't handle another drama queen." I opened the door and stood face to face with Oliver Wood, smiling widely.

"Hi darling." He said simply. Several female employers sighed. "She is so damn lucky" several people whispered.

"I heard you got a promotion." Oliver continued, ignoring the whispers. He kissed me fully on the lips, I tried to push him away (I'm not too keen about kissing in public) but lost my mind halfway through the kiss. "Congratulations," he said while his lips were still on mine.

"What are you doing here?" I said quietly. I didn't want the whole floor to overhear our conversation.

"I'm here to come and pick up my fiancée to have a lovely dinner. Because I have also some fabulous news!" He said, stroking my cheek. He took my hand and lead me out of the Ministry.

We were sitting in a little Muggle restaurant. Oliver was so popular these days, we couldn't go near places where there were lots of wizards and witches. We'd be stuck for hours handing out autographs and signing bellies of young witches.

"So, what's the news?" I said, swallowing a piece of fabulous fish.

"I've been asked for the English National team."

I nearly choked in my dinner. I squealed and in my hurry to hug him I pushed over my chair. "That's fantastic!" I picked up my chair and apologised to the couple sitting behind us. I had accidentally spilled the lady's wine over her dress.

I sat back down. "I have also some more news." I said, playing with the broccoli on my plate and staring at it. I looked up and I saw him looking at me. I took a deep breath. "I'm pregnant."

Oliver dropped his knife and stood so quickly beside me. I didn't even see him move. He pulled me off my chair and hugged me. He cupped my face with his hands and looked me deep in the eyes. "I love you so much," he said a little hoarse. Hormones taking over, I cried. "How far are you?" He asked, still holding me.

"Two months and a half, I think." I said. "I should've known, I'm never late. But I didn't realise until this morning. I was vomiting so badly and went to a Healer and he told me I was pregnant."

"And what's frightening you?" He said after releasing and eyeing me. "I can see something's bothering you."

"The wedding…" I started. "It's in two months and I'm already swelling like a balloon."

Oliver laughed. "Oh Kate. That's not a problem!" He said, sitting back down. "We have two options. Or we postpone the wedding until the baby is born or we get married next week."

This is why I love him. He keeps his head cool in every situation. Okay, a baby is not life threatening, but still is a major experience in a human's life. "I don't want to wait," I said looking at my plate again. "I wanted to marry nine years ago when we came back from France. Let's get married next week."

"I was hoping you'd say that." He took my hands in his. "Let's go home and have some dessert."

The party was excellent. Everybody was laughing and having dinner. They were all a bit surprised when they found out the wedding was going to be much sooner then expected, but didn't ask nasty questions. Oliver and I wanted to wait for the right moment to tell everyone that we were with child. And today, on our wedding day, we would announce that I was pregnant. I was three months pregnant and there was no more danger for a miscarriage.

Oliver was sitting next to me, holding my hand. He gave it a little squeeze and looked me in my eyes. He nodded to me, answering the question that was burning in my eyes. We both stood up. I sighed with relief, my dress was a little too small around my waist.

The crowd fell silent. "Good evening everybody!" Oliver said, looking at everybody who had shown up. "We would like to thank you all for coming. I know that many of you had to change your schedule to be here."

"I hope you have a damn good reason!" George yelled.

Oliver chuckled. "Yes, we have George." He looked into my eyes again and I nodded to him. He could tell the big news. "We have changed the wedding date because otherwise Katie's dress wouldn't fit anymore."

Katie looked at him in shock. "Do have to say it like that?" The crowed laughed when I slapped him on his arm. "All he's trying to say is, that my mother and his parents are going to have a grand child."

My mother screamed. She got up so fast and hugged me tightly. "Mother, you're choking me." She released me, her face wet with tears.

"I hope you can all understand now why we pushed the wedding forward." Oliver said, smiling like mad. "And while you are all here," he continued. "We'd like to announce godmother and godfather."

My mother went back to her own seat, helped by Seth. "As godmother," I said, "we'd like Celia, my mother-in-law since a couple of hours." Mrs. Wood already face was already wet when she found out she was going to be a grandmother. But now that she found out she was also going to be a godmother, more tears were falling down her face. She nodded, because she couldn't speak anymore.

"And as godfather," I continued "I immediately found the perfect man. My brother Seth." Seth, who was holding a glass of wine, dropped it and his mouth fell open. "Me?"

"Yes, you." I said, giving him a smile. "You don't want your nephew to grow up without your wisdom, do you?"

"It's a boy?" Seth asked me. He looked at me, with big eyes, not believing what I was saying.

"It's a boy," I said. "And we already got a name." I felt Oliver's hand squeeze mine and I smiled up to him. "There is one important man missing at this party. My mother, Seth and me were devastated the day that he died. But he shall be remembered when our son gets born. He will receive the name of my dad, who died fighting You-Know-Who. He will be named Tristan Wood. Tristan Brian Wood"

My mother sobbed even more and I saw a tear fall down Seth's cheek.

I was laying on my back. I tried to shift my weight, but I moaned instead. I was nine months pregnant and the baby could come any day now. Walking and sleeping was impossible for the immense weight I was carrying. Oliver had heard me moaning and jumped out of bed.

"It is time?" He took his jeans and pulled them on. I tried to tell him to relax that nothing was happening, but he had already ran out of our bedroom to fetch my bags. I smiled and pushed my large belly. I got a push back and a kick to my liver. "Well, thank you Tristan Wood." I said smiling, stroking my belly with much affection. "I'm sorry I woke you."

Oliver ran back into the room, with a t-shirt on and two different shoes. He had my bags in his hands. "I'm ready to go!"

"I'm not," I said, suppressing a yawn. "Come back in bed, Oliver. I'm cold."

"But, the baby is coming!" He said, waving with the bags.

"No, he's not." I said, smiling. He was rather cute standing there. His hair was messy, two different shoes and he was wearing one of my t-shirts. It was too small for him, I saw his bellybutton. "I tried another position and it hurt a little bit and that's why I moaned."

"Merlin, Kate." He said, rubbing his face. "I thought I had to deliver the baby myself." He looked at the clothing he was wearing and quickly undressed. He slid back into bed. "Shall I rub your back?"

I sighed happily when I turned my back to him. He gently pushed his knuckles along my spine and I moaned with pleasure. I heard him chuckle.

"Don't laugh, Oliver Wood." I said. "When you're carrying four kilos of human inside you, we'll talk again."

"You're just so cute, Kate." He said, giving me a hard push on the right spot. "And when you make those noises, you're irresistible."

I laughed, but stopped immediately when I felt a wet sensation between my legs. My water had broke.

"Oliver," I said slightly panicking. "Grab the bags and put some clothes on. It's time."

"Oliver William Wood, I hate you!" I screamed while I had to push again to give birth to our first child. "This is all your damn fault!" I squeezed his hand so hard, I heard him gasp.

"Don't let her words hit you," a Healer said to Oliver. "It's quite normal for a woman to hate her husband when she's pushing." His attention switched to me. "One more push, Mrs. Wood!"

I yelled loudly when I felt Tristan come into the world. I cursed Oliver a few more times and suddenly there swept a relief over me when I felt Tristan leaving my body. I fell back in the cushions and breathed heavily.

"It's a girl!" I heard Oliver say. "A girl!"

"What?"

"We have a baby girl!" Oliver had our baby in his hands, and it was unmistakable a little girl. He gave our daughter to me and I cried.

"We have to find another name!" I said.

"Mrs. Wood," the Healer stood next to me. "I think you need to push again."

"What do you mean?" I said, feeling confused.

"You're having twins." The Healer said, happily. "Isn't that fabulous?"

"Oliver, hold my hand!" I said, while I pushed. I felt my second child escape my body and it started to cry right away. The Healer gave my son, Tristan Wood, to me. "Is it over now?"

The Healer chuckled. "Yes, it is. Congratulations!"

I woke up in the middle of the night. I turned around and saw Oliver sitting next to me with our kids in his arms. Lizzie was drooling all over him and Tristan was deeply asleep.

"Hi darling," I said to my daughter. She greeted me back with some extra drool over my husband. "Aren't you the cutest? And a very cheeky girl, hiding behind your brother for nine months." I softly took her out of Oliver's arm and looked into her hazel eyes, just like her father's. "You gave us quite a scare. But you're so welcome, my beautiful daughter. I was wondering why I was so big." I stroked her perfectly shaped nose and counted twenty dark hairs on the top of her head. "Ten fingers and ten toes, that's the most important, isn't it?" Lizzie yawned and she fell asleep. "Sleep well, little Lizzie." I looked at my family and when my gaze fell upon Oliver, my heart leapt up. He was wearing a t-shirt he had bought when he had found out I was pregnant. "Best Dad Ever" it read. He had kept it for this very day.

"Yes, he is." I said stroking his head. He woke up when he felt me touch him.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to wake you up." I said, feeling slightly guilty.

He gave me a warm smile. "That's ok." He looked at me and than at his daughter in my arms.

"She's just like you." I said stroking her head gently. "She's got the same eyes, nose and lips."

"And our son is just like you." He said, watching Tristan. He got up and put the twin in their crib. He came laying next to me and took me in his arms. "Thank you," he said.

"No, thank you."

"Five more to go for my Quidditch team."

"Oliver Wood, I'm not bringing five more kids into this world. I thought I was dying when Lizzie en Tristan were born."

The bed shook when he laughed. "I was just kidding, Kate."

We didn't say a thing for a half an hour. We listened to the breathing of the two creatures we had made. "I love you," Oliver whispered before he drifted to sleep. I smiled and kissed the top of his head. "I love you too."

This is it, people! The end of All About Loving You. I hope you like the ending, I have re-read the chapter several times, and I'm happy about it. About the sequel, there might come one but I'm not sure yet. First of all, I need a plot and my inspiration is a little low lately. I'm having a writer's block. Don't worry, it will pass. :-)

And I would like to thank all of my reviewers. There are so many so I can't thank everyone individually. And for everyone who PM'd me: also thank you very much. I don't know how to answer a PM (I only can work with e-mail and Word :-) ).

I'll see you all soon!