Sorry for not updating in awhile. I know, I know. Please don't be mad. I worked really hard on this chapter, just for all of my readers. I hope all of you review, as this is the final chapter of this story. It is complete.

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A/N: This is 3 years after their wedding day, so they're both in their mid to late twenties.

Chapter 21: Happily Ever After?

"Oliver, I DO NOT want to have this conversation right now. I've had a very long day at work, and I just want to relax!" Katie said sternly.

"Don't you think I work hard all day too?" Oliver retorted.

"Oh right, I forgot about the hard life of a pro Quidditch player. Flying on a broom all day is TERRIBLY difficult, now isn't it?" Katie said sarcastically, "I spent 7 years at Hogwarts studying my ass off. You flew around on a goddamn broomstick. I spent the next 5 years at a university studying my ass off to be a Healer. You flew around on a goddamn broomstick. So I thoroughly apologize, you're job is definitely more stressful then mine."

"You have no idea how hard it is!" Oliver replied, oblivious to Katie's sarcasm, "I have to do a lot of physically training, and that really wears you out."

"I was being sarcastic Oliver!" Katie yelled.

Oliver looked offended. "I'm just saying that our jobs are equal."

"How so? I rush around saving people all day, and you get paid 10 times more then I do!" Katie snapped back.

"Sorry. But back to what I want to talk about. When are we going to have children? I really want child Katie," Oliver said, being his usual pig-headed self, "I think we should start. Maybe you should take sometime off your job to start."

Katie stared at Oliver in half disbelief and half 'I-hope-you-erupt- into-flames'.

"You want me to sacrifice the job I love, the job I've worked so hard for, just to sit around and raise your children?!"

"Yes. That's EXACTLY what I'm saying. Finally, you get it. Listen, I know you love your job, but I want to have a child. My salary would easily support us, you would never have to worry," Oliver said in what was supposed to be a comforting voice.

"I DON'T CARE ABOUT THE MONEY!" Katie exploded, her anger getting the better of her, "Money doesn't mean a thing to me! I want a family, I really do, but I just started full time! I love my job nearly as much as I love you. But I want to work. No children yet!"

"I want children now Katie! By this time, my mother had already had 2 children, and pregnant with another," Oliver retorted.

"Well maybe you should go find someone more like your mother then, because I'm not ready," Katie said and turned to walk away.

"Fine. I will," Oliver hissed to her back, causing her to stop and turn.

For a second, her eyes filled with pain. But that quickly disappeared.

"Fine. Good luck. Not that you need it. You have any girl at your disposal. You're the famous Oliver Wood after all! You could probably walk out that door and have a girl ready and waiting! So good-bye Oliver, have a good life!" Katie yelled, stomped to their bedroom, and slammed the door as hard as she could, locking it behind her.

Oliver stood in disbelief at the entrance of their apartment, the spot of the fight. His wife just said good-bye to him, telling him to go find someone else. He hated the nauseous feeling he was getting in his stomach. He also hated the sharp pangs of guilt for saying that he would go off. He blinked back tears and walked into their den.

Katie fell onto the bed crying. She didn't even bother to change out of her uniform. She waited for Oliver to come up, but he never did. It appeared that he had actually gone off. Maybe she didn't know Oliver as well as she thought she did. Maybe they shouldn't even by together. Katie cried harder. She raised her face from the pillow it was buried in, in search of a tissue to wipe her eyes, but only found herself staring at a picture of her and Oliver on their wedding day. She grabbed it, and threw it against the door. It shattered.

Oliver heard the picture frame shatter. He fell into an overstuffed black leather chair with a bottle of firewhiskey in his hand. A tear fell down his cheek as he took the first swig of many. He loved Katie with all of his heart, but at the moment, all he wanted to do was forget about her.

---

Katie woke up the next morning, puffy eyed and miserable. She was still in uniform. She had no clue when she fell asleep, nor did she care. She checked the clock. It was 6 a.m. She had another 2 hours before work, but she got up, used some magic to clean herself up, and left for an early shift.

She walked out of the room, and into the den, where the fireplace was, as well as a sleeping Oliver. She sneered at him, grabbed floo powder, threw it into the hearth and yelled, "St. MUNGO'S!"

Oliver roused from his drink-induced sleep unhappily. His head was pounding from the entire bottle of firewhiskey he had drunk the night before, which was still in his lap. He noticed the green flames dying down. Katie had just left. His lip trembled. She ALWAYS said good-bye before she left, even if they were in a little fight. He'd really blown it this time.

---

"Katie!" the receptionist exclaimed, "You're in early! Why is that?"

"I was up early, and was bored. What do you have for me?" Katie asked Elizabeth, the receptionist.

"Umm... There's a few cases of dragon pox upstairs. Pretty severe. You should check it out," she replied, flipping through several papers.

"Thanks," Katie said and walked away.

---

Oliver walked to the bathroom and took some headache cure out of the cabinet. He wanted to scream in frustration and pain, but held it in. Instead, he took a hot shower. After, he dressed in his sweats, grabbed his broom and apparated to Puddlemere's playing field. He needed to be free.

After a long, tiring day of working out and flying, he returned home. Katie wasn't there. She was still at work. He sighed and headed to their bedroom. The picture frame still lay shattered on the floor. He removed the picture from the shards of glass and used magic to put the frame back together. He placed the picture back in, set it on the nightstand, and crawled into bed. He stared at the picture until he finally fell asleep.

Katie arrived home at some point between 1 and 2 in the morning. She went to her bedroom, only to find Oliver asleep on the bed. She stood in the doorway for a moment, contemplating whether or not she should climb in beside him.

"Katie?" Oliver asked softly, elevating his head to see if it was her.

"Yeah," she replied.

"Come to bed. Please," Oliver pleaded.

Katie shook her head and walked away. She was still too mad.

Oliver let out a loud sob, not caring if she heard it. He needed to let go.

Katie's heart nearly broke, but she reminded herself of the stubborn jerk he was being. She walked to the den and fell asleep on the couch.

---

This behaviour continued for the next week. Katie left and returned before and after Oliver every day. He was sick of this. He just wanted his wife back. He wanted to hold her, to tell her he loved her, but he never saw her. That hurt him more then anything else.

Katie was hurting too. But she was so angry with Oliver. Where did he get off thinking he could tell her to quit her job just to bear his children? He knew that she loved this job, but why couldn't he respect that? She'd have children when she was ready.

---

Oliver was in the middle of a rigorous practice when he noticed his coach signaling him to come down.

"What is it? I pulled that play off perfectly!" Oliver complained.

"It's nothing like that Oliver. An owl just came. It's about Katie. Something happened to her, but it didn't say what. But it's something bad though. You need to go see her," he said gravely to Oliver, "Now."

Oliver nodded and apparated on the spot, broom still in hand.

---

"Oh my God, it's Oliver Wood!" he heard a shrill female voice call.

"Oliver, I love you!" another woman yelled.

"Oliver, come here, it's me, Elizabeth!" she called to him.

"Elizabeth, hi. What happened, where's Katie?" Oliver said urgently as the girls kept screaming and grabbing at him.

"Come with me," she said and used magic to push her way through the crowd of fans.

They walked down a narrow hall, and entered a totally white room. Katie was sleeping on a bed, with a Healer by her side, checking her vitals.

"What happened?" Oliver asked sadly, dropping his broom.

"She's had some pretty serious things happen to her, but she'll be fine," a familiar looking Healer told him.

"Aren't you...?" Oliver started.

"Mackenzie. I was Katie's Maid of Honour," she said softly.

"What's wrong, what sort of things?!"

"She's severely dehydrated. She's physically and emotionally exhausted. And it says here that she's suffered from malnutrition as well," Mackenzie said, reading off a sheet on her clipboard.

"But she'll be ok?" Oliver asked, extremely concerned.

"Yes. In a few days, she'll be as good as new. She should be waking up soon too, so I'll leave you two alone, and Liz and I will do crowd control," she said and left, closing the door behind her.

Oliver sat down beside Katie, taking his guards off his wrists and forearms in the process. He took one of Katie's pale, frail hands in his. He sat and looked at her, not knowing what to say. She was pale, her lips white and cracked. There were dark circles around her eyes. Her hand was limp. He opened his mouth to speak, but nothing came out. He took a hand and gently brought it up to her face, just touching the soft skin. Tears flooded his eyes, and he softly said, "I love you. Katherine Natalia Wood, I love you. I'm so sorry. We'll wait as long as you want. Just don't be mad at me anymore. Please." Oliver blinked and tears fell onto the sheets surrounding Katie's sleeping body, "I need you Katie. You're the only woman for me and I would never run off on you. You're my soul mate, the one I was meant for. I would be nothing without you, or your love and support. I love you."

Oliver stared at her for a few more moments, and then slowly her eyes opened. Her eyes looked dead. Oliver thought his heart would shatter when he looked into them. The normal sparkle was completely gone. The life was gone.

"Oliver?" she asked slowly.

"Yes, love, it's me. I'm here for you. I'm right here," he said holding her hand.

"I want to go home," she said tiredly, "I want us to go home."

"Alright. I'll take you home. Hold on just for a few minutes," Oliver said standing up, "I'll be right back."

Katie nodded with a slight smile. "Ok."

Oliver cautiously walked out of the room and back to Elizabeth at the front desk. He didn't feel like being mauled by a bunch of screaming girls at the moment.

"Hey Liz," he said quietly, as not to attract any attention, "Katie wants to go home."

"Hold on, I'll get Mackenzie," she said and pressed her wand tip to a name on a board, "She'll be here in a moment."

"What's up Liz?" Mackenzie asked cheerfully.

"Oliver here would like to know if he could bring Katie home," she said to the Healer.

Mackenzie turned to Oliver. "She can go home, but make sure you feed her a lot, and make her drink water like a fish. And she'll need plenty of rest. I made sure that she couldn't come into work for the next week so don't worry about that. Just take good care of her, and make sure she comes to the hospital next week for a check-up. I'll write that down, so you won't forget. We'll see you later," she said and walked off.

Oliver went back to Katie's room. She was sitting up now, and her eyes were wide open.

"Can we go now?" she asked weakly.

"Yes. Let's go home love," he said and helped her out of bed. He picked up his broom and guards and took the floo network home.

They landed in the den and Oliver immediately picked her up into his arms. He took her their room where she changed into a pair of comfortable black track pants and a deep red tank top. She pulled her hair up into a messy bun on the top of her head and lay down in the bed.

"Did you want anything, love?" he asked as he stripped off his Quidditch robes replacing them only with a pair of gray track pants.

"Water would be great, thank you," she said, her voice still very weak. She was still lying on the bed, but her eyes were shut.

"Not a problem," he said, and conjured a large jug of water, and a large cup to go with it. He poured some for her, and watched her drink down the large glass in a matter of seconds. She held it back out to him to fill up again, and again, she drank the whole glass quickly.

"Thank you," Katie said to Oliver gratefully as she fell back into her pillow.

He sat on the edge of the bed, near her, and gently kissed her forehead. "Anything for you," he told her, "Go to sleep. You need it. I'll be in the office next door if you need anything."

"Don't go Oliver. Stay here with me. Please," she said, grabbing his hand, "I need you here."

He nodded, too happy to say anything. He stood up and climbed onto his side of the bed. As soon as he was lying down, she slid her way into his arms, pulling up a blanket up around them. She buried her face into his bare chest, and stayed there for a few moments. Oliver watched her do this, and watched her look up at him, into his eyes.

"Oliver, I love you. I'm so sorry about this whole mess," she said, her chin and lips trembling, "I love you with all my heart."

Oliver looked down into Katie's eyes. The green was starting to sparkle again. "I love you too. But this whole thing is my fault; I tried to push you into having a baby when you didn't want to. None of this is your fault, Katie. I love you so much. I want to be with you and I'll wait for as long as you want. I promise," Oliver said, wiping several tears off her cheek.

"Thank you. You have no idea how much it means to me to hear you say that," she said and kissed his chin, "Thank you."

He captured her lips with his. It felt absolutely amazing to finally kiss her again, after what seemed like forever.

"Oliver, I missed you so much. I never want to be like that again," she said quietly as she cuddled up to him.

"Me either. Now go to sleep, Katie. You're exhausted," he said as he played with a strand of her hair.

She nodded, smiled and closed her eyes. Her breathing slowly got heavier. He looked down and saw that she had fallen asleep with a smile on her face. He smiled, kissed her cheek softly, and got out of bed. There was something he needed to do.

---

Katie's eyes fluttered open at 6:07 that evening. She smiled to herself and sighed happily. Her and Oliver were all better, and that sleep felt amazing. She sat up, swinging her legs out of the bed. She was rubbing her eyes and stretching when she noticed a little envelope addressed to her was sitting up against the lamp on her night table.

She looked at it for a few moments and reached out to grab it. It wasn't very thick, she noticed, and hesitantly pulled it open, and pulled out the little slip of paper inside.

Katie,

I've set something up for you! Just a little surprise for you so you know how much I care for you. It's all over the house, so I hope you're up for a little walking.

Love, Oliver

She turned over the piece of paper and read,

I love you because you always make me smile, no matter how bad of a mood I'm in.

Katie smiled widely and brought the paper closer to her face to read the miniscule writing on the bottom.

"Go to my side of the bed," Katie read out loud to herself. She turned around and found another envelope on Oliver's pillow.

She opened it, and it read,

I love you because you are the sweetest, most kind person I've ever known.

She flipped it over. It told her to go to the bathroom. There was another one on the mirror and in the bathtub. She then had to go to the office, where there were 4 scattered amongst Oliver and Katie's papers. She then went to the den and found 3 and lastly there was one stuck on the door of their apartment. She ripped it off and opened it.

I love you because whenever I see you, my heart wants to explode with happiness and love.

It then instructed her to go into the kitchen. She entered the kitchen, and saw Oliver standing in the middle of the room, holding another envelope in his hands. She smiled at him and wrapped him tightly in a hug. Katie looked around the kitchen. It was lit entirely by candles, and Oliver had made them dinner. It was Katie's favourite, pasta and sauce with a Caesar salad on the side.

"Oliver... This is... This is amazing. You didn't have to do this," she said, the unopened envelope still in her hand.

"But I wanted to," he said and kissed her deeply.

She smiled and opened the envelope.

I love you because you're you.

Tears flooded her eyes, and started to fall down her cheeks. This was too good for her. She stared down at then 13 cards in her hands. 13?!

"Oliver, why did you do an odd number like 13?" she asked him as she wiped tears off her face.

"Well, 13 is the number of years I've been in love with you," he said.

This was too much for Katie. She fell into a chair and broke into tears.

"Katie, what's wrong? You don't like it?" Oliver asked worried.

"I love it Oliver! It's just too good for me," Katie replied.

Oliver got down on his knees in front of Katie, taking her hands into his. "Nothing is too good for you. You deserve every bit of this. Now let's eat. I made your favourite."

Katie smiled. "Thank you so much Oliver."

"Anything for you love," Oliver said as he watched Katie take the first bite of her meal.

---

Katie woke up the next morning, very naked, lying beside a very naked Oliver. She smiled as the events of the previous night flooded her brain. She leaned over and kissed him softly on his forehead. Then, without warning, Oliver's eyes shot open and pulled Katie down into a deep kiss.

"Don't ever do that again Oliver! I thought I was going to have a heart attack!" Katie exclaimed smiling.

"Sorry, I couldn't help myself," he said, grinning. He was still holding Katie against him.

"Can you let me go? I'll be late for work," she said, kissing him gently.

"You're not going to work for the next week, didn't I tell you? They want you to take a week off and relax. So I decided that I'd take a week off so we could spend time together," Oliver said.

"You didn't have to do that!" Katie said, although she was happy he did.

"Yes, I did. We need this time together," he said softly, rolling Katie onto her back, underneath him, "We need to catch up."

---

(One week later)

"The Healer said I'm fine, and that I can go back to work on Monday," Katie said as she slipped out of the examination room.

"Excellent," Oliver said and hugged her tightly, "I'm happy to hear that. So no more over-working ok?"

"I promise. Now go! You have to warm up for your game tonight. You're already late," Katie said, holding onto a Quidditch clad Oliver.

"I just wanted to make sure you were ok. The game is at 7:00. I saved a special seat for you, here's the ticket. I'll see you then," Oliver said and kissed her intensely.

"Again, I promise," she said and Oliver disapparated.

Katie settled into an overstuffed golden chair in the box situated halfway between the golden hoops. She kicked off her shoes and pulled her feet up underneath her, wrapping a dark green blanket around her shoulders. She cheered as the game started.

She watched Oliver, and the many spectacular saves he made. She smiled widely when Oliver turned to her and smiled after each of the saves.

Two hours into the game, it was tied 100 to 100. Katie was tense, as was the rest of the stadium. Oliver flew in front of the hoops, his jaw clenched, hands gripping the broom handle and a determined look in his eyes.

Katie stared intently at the Seeker, who had just plunged into a dive. The stadium erupted with cheers as he pulled out of the dive and high above the crowd, Snitch in hand. Puddlemere had won! They were in the finals! Katie stood and cheered until her voice could do it no more, watching Oliver the entire time.

"Oliver! OLIVER!" Katie yelled to him as he walked out of the change room. His hair was still wet and he was dressed in dark green robes, with the word PUDDLEMERE embroidered in light blue on the back. He turned.

"Katie!" he exclaimed and dropped his bag. He ran to her, sweeping her into his arms, "Did you enjoy the game?"

"I loved it. You were absolutely amazing!" Katie claimed, hugging him back.

He leaned down to give her a kiss when they both heard a crowd of people calling, "Mr. Wood!"

"It's the press," he muttered, slightly annoyed. He turned to the crowd of reporters, a fake smile on his face. He gripped Katie's hand, and she stood half behind his shoulder.

"Mr. Wood, how do you feel about Puddlemere's chances of winning the finals?" a reporter asked.

"I feel our chances are great. We've had a great season. The team has really been working well together. I think we have a shot at the National Quidditch Cup," Oliver replied

"Mr. Wood! You've been playing for over 6 years. How do you deal with the pressure and physical exhaustion?"

"That's simple. My wife," Oliver said, smiling down at Katie, "I just have to look at her and all my stresses are gone. She takes really good care of me."

"Mr. Wood, so the report that you and your wife are separating are untrue?"

"Absolutely untrue. We've never even come close to separating. It was just made up by jealous woman," Oliver said, obviously angry.

"You two have been together for quite awhile. How do you make it work?"

"We talk about everything, and we're completely honest with one another. We have our occasional fight, but what relationship doesn't? I still love her with all my heart no matter what. After 13 years, my heart stills skips a beat when I see her," Oliver said, tightening his grip on Katie's hand affectionately, "She's the most amazing person I've ever met."

"Mrs. Wood, would you say you feel the same about your husband?"

Katie looked up in shock at being called on but replied, "Completely. I absolutely adore him."

"You two have been married for some 6 or so years now. Will there be any children in the near future?"

"We're not..." Oliver started.

"We're not expecting quite yet," Katie interrupted, "but we're currently trying."

Oliver looked down at Katie in shock. Did she just say what he thought she did?!

"How many would you two want to have?"

"We'll more then likely will have enough for our own little Quidditch team," Katie said with a laugh.

"That's enough! We have to leave," Oliver stated sternly and cleared a path for the two.

"Ok Katie, what was that about?" Oliver said to her as soon as they were outside.

"What do you mean?" she asked innocently.

"Do you mean what you said in there?" Oliver grabbed her by her shoulders, looking at her directly in her eyes.

"Yes. I really do love you," Katie said, not as innocently.

"Katie!"

"Yes! I want to start a family. I've been thinking about it for the last week, and I want to have a baby!" Katie said.

"So why are we just standing here? Shouldn't we be at home trying?" Oliver asked, a warm smile spreading across his face.

---

(4 months later)

"Oliver! Look at me! I'm MASSIVE! Why am I so fat? I've seen women who are at the same stage I am, and they're not this big!" Katie complained one morning while looking into a mirror.

Oliver came up behind her and placed his hands on her growing belly. "You're beautiful Katie. You're just exaggerating. Every woman is different. You just think you're big because you were practically a pixie before. But just think about what's growing inside you Katie. Our child, our baby. Something we made together. I'm so in love with you, I don't care how big you get."

"I love you too," Katie said smiling. She placed her hands on Oliver's, "I can't wait to have out little boy or girl."

"Me either. Now go to your appointment. I want to hear that our baby is perfectly healthy. I have to go play now," Oliver said and pulled her away from the mirror.

"Do you have to? I really wanted you to be there," Katie said. They both left the bedroom and walked into the den.

"I know. I want to be there too. But the reserve Keeper is sick and we can't forfeit this game. I'm so sorry love," he said lovingly.

She kissed him deeply. "I know. Don't worry about it. I'll see you after the game ok? I'll be right here, with the news on the baby."

---

"Alright Katie," Dr. Morgan told her gently, "Lay back and relax. I'm just going to check on the baby and it's progress.

Katie lay back and the Medi-witch lifted up her gown. She started to prod Katie's stomach with her wand, which tickled slightly. After a few minutes of this, Katie asked why she was so large.

The doctor smiled widely. "This is why," she said and handed Katie a photo.

Katie studied the photo for a few minutes. Her smile grew and her eyes started to water. "I can't believe this."

---

"Hello Katie! How are you feeling today?" Robert Burns, the head coach of Puddlemere, asked her as she walked onto the sidelines.

"Excellent Robert, thank you. Winning again I see," Katie said, hand on her stomach. She looked up at the green robed players, watching them fly around. She watched as the Snitch was caught (in Puddlemere's favour) right above her head.

After several minutes of cheering with his teammates, Oliver landed on the sidelines. He was surprised to see his wife stand there by the coach.

"Katie!" she said smiling, "What are you doing here?"

"I had to see you, I couldn't wait," Katie said happily.

"For what? Is there something wrong?" Oliver said holding her.

"No, I just found out why I'm so big," she said biting lip. She handed over the photo to Oliver.

Oliver stared intently at the photo for a few moments. "Katie, why are there two..." Oliver stopped mid-sentence. "Are... are we having twins???"

"Yes!" Katie squealed in excitement.

Oliver took several deep breaths. "Twins. We're having twins. Not just one, two. Are they boys or girls?"

"I didn't want to know. I want to wait until they're born," Katie replied.

Oliver wrapped his arms around her. He had a gorgeous, loving, and amazing wife who was bearing two of his children and he had an incredible Quidditch team who was ready to win. Life couldn't get better.

---

(5 months later)

"Oliver," Katie hissed softly.

"Go back to sleep. I have the final tomorrow," Oliver replied.

"I know, but my water just broke," Katie replied, her voice as calm as before.

Oliver shot up. "What?!"

"My water just broke. The babies are on their way," Katie said, turning on a lamp.

"Alright, we just have to stay calm. I'll grab your stuff and we'll head over to St. Mungo's," Oliver said frantically, rummaging through her closet.

"Oliver, I've had my stuff packed for the last month. It's in the bag by the bedroom door. Right there," Katie said laughing and pointing to a black bag by the door.

"Oh alright. So let's go," he said, and helped Katie out of bed. She threw on a green Puddlemere sweatshirt over her gray T-shirt and black sweatpants.

"I'm ready," Katie said and turned to a very frantic looking Oliver.

"Alright, let's go," he said and they walked into the den and to the fireplace.

"And Oliver?" Katie said as green flames rose in the hearth, "Calm down."

---

"Alright Katie, push!" Dr. Morgan said soothingly to her.

"I am pushing!" Katie yelled.

"Just a bit harder, I can see the first ones' head!"

"I AM PUSHING!" Katie screamed as pain shot through her lower body.

"Ok, rest for a moment," the doctor said.

"I hate you Oliver. I really do. I'm going to kill you as soon as this is over," Katie said through clenched teeth.

"Push again Katie!"

Katie screamed.

A few moments later, a cry was heard throughout the delivery room.

"Katie, you just gave birth to a baby boy," Dr. Morgan said softly.

She looked up at Oliver. "A boy. We had a boy Oliver."

"I know, he's beautiful," Oliver replied and kissed Katie.

The kiss was shortened by the fact that another child was trying to come out. The pain intensified and Katie pushed; the only thing she could do. And again, within a few moments another cry was heard.

"We had another boy Katie," Oliver said gently to her, "We have twin boys."

Katie smiled and the doctor placed one in Katie's arms and one in Oliver's.

"This one looks just like you," Katie said to Oliver, "I can't believe how much he looks like you."

Oliver smiled in pride. "This one does too."

"What about names? We'll have to name them," Katie asked.

"I know, but I have no idea. I've never put much thought into it," Oliver replied.

"I have, but now that I look at them, all the names I liked just don't seem good enough for them," Katie replied.

"What about Ryan? It was my great-grandfather's name. He was the first in our family to play professional Quidditch," Oliver suggested.

"I love it," Katie said sincerely, "I think we should name the other one Oliver. After Scotland's greatest Keeper."

Oliver beamed. "Wonderful. Absolutely wonderful."

---

Over the next few days, Katie and Oliver had endless visitors. Her parents and twin brothers came to visit, his parents, and all of his siblings and nieces and nephews, not to mention all of their friends. After two exhausting days, Katie was allowed to leave.

They took the floo network, but didn't end up at their apartment.

"Oliver, where are we?" Katie asked, holding Ryan in her arms.

"This is our new home," Oliver said.

"What? You didn't tell me this because?" Katie said.

"I wanted to surprise you." Oliver switched on the lights to reveal a stunning living room.

"Oliver! This is magnificent!" Katie said in awe.

"I know. 3 stories, 10 bedrooms, 6 bathrooms, 2 living rooms, hardwood floors in most of the rooms and tons of space for everything," Oliver said as he rocked Oliver Jr. slightly.

"But what about all of our stuff?" Katie asked.

"Our families said that they'd help us move all of our things in tomorrow. So we don't have to be cramped up in that tiny apartment. Now come look at the back yard. It was it's own Quidditch Pitch," Oliver said and they walked toward the back door.

The next day, everything was moved into the Victorian house in Eastern Scotland. They now had enough room for Katie, Oliver, Ryan, and Oliver Jr. The house also proved to be useful over the next ten years. Katie and Oliver had 5 more children, all boys. Katie still got to be a Healer. Oliver still played professional Quidditch. He was offered an international contract to play for the Scottish team, but he turned it down. He wanted to be with his wife and the 7 boys that were following in his footsteps, and who looked identical to him. Except the last one. He had Katie's green eyes.

THE END

A/N: I'm really emotional! This story is like my baby! I don't want to let it go, but I suppose it would get boring if I did continue. So review and tell me what you think. And be on the look out for my next story. I hope to have it on here by mid-August. I know it seems like a long time, but I've become very, very busy. Thank you to everyone who reviewed. I know I said previously that I would put down everyone who reviewed, but I wanted to get this up as soon as I could. I'm sorry, but all those who reviewed know who you are and I will never be able to thank you enough. Your support meant the world to me and I know that this story wouldn't have gone this far without you all. So thank you again.

Love,

Spexy.

P.S. Puddlemere won the National Quidditch Cup the day the twins were born. Just in case you were wondering. : )