a/n: ZOMG EPILOGUE?! yeah, forrrealz.

This is not happening. This is so not happening.

"So what is it again? You do a semi-squat and hang onto the bed-post?"

This is not happening!

"Come on, mum, let's have this conversation another time." On my right sits Oliver, clearly as embarassed as I am.

Eliza makes a tsk noise at him. "It's the perfect time to be talking about this sort of matter. It's beneficial to you kids as well!"

"No, no. No, mum. Not really."

"Alright then. If not now, then when? Or are you so slick that you don't need any tips and can just please your wife all night long? I don't think so, son."

I can hear myself groaning inwardly. I can see my mother out of the corner of my eyes, nodding fervently along. I can see my father is probably at a higher level of embarassment than I am.

I cannot believe Oliver's mother is this open. I really cannot.

"Well, he is a Wood and whatnot," pipes Alex. "I did not raise a fine young man who would fail at exciting his wife now, did I?"

"Seriously!" Oliver cries, and about a gazillion people glance out way. Okay, maybe not a gazillion. But is sure feels that way. "You both just need to stop - "

"Oliver dear, there is no need to raise your voice to your mother," Eliza says, ignoring him. "Now, Vecita, you need to be well turned on at this point, got that? And Paulo, you know how to do that, don't you?"

You know, being married is great. The fact that my parents and Oliver's parent get along fantastically was something way beyond what I dreamed. But shit this, I didn't sign on for parental sex talk.

"Mum, come on!" Oliver exclaims, throwing down his napkin in dusgust. "They've both been married for years, of course he would know how. Stop asking him! And stop talking!"

"Don't talk to your mother that way," Alex says, a threatening tone in his voice. "If it weren't for you upsetting her all the time we see you, we wouldn't have flew off to Scotland!"

"You moved there because you wanted to! It's why you move everywhere, so don't go and blame me - "

"All of this... intercourse talk is really making me uncomfortable," dad mumbles, rubbing his temples together.

"Oliver Winslow Wood! Behave!" Eliza shrieks, causing more people to look. And murmur because Oliver Winslow Wood is in the house.

Haha. Winslow.

"Stop laughing at Winslow!" Oliver says, raising an eyebrow at me. "It's been two years, get over it!"

Shit. I can't believe I laughed out loud.

"Okay everyone just stop!" I yell over the argument that starts between the five of them. "We all came here for a lovely lunch. No bickering!"

Eliza gives her son a sharp slap on the chest. "See that, boy? You're upsetting your wife! Stress towards the pregnant never yield healthy results." She rolls her eyes as Oliver mouths silently some words that no one makes out.

"Fine. Fine!" Oliver exclaims, putting his hands up and shaking his head. "Whatever. Go and embarass yourselves infront of everyone and a bunch of people sitting around us that we don't know. Go ahead and ruin my reputation. Oliver Wood's parents are sex maniacs who like to share with the world. Go ahead."

"There's no need to be so dramatic about it," Eliza replies, once more rolling her eyes at him. "Children! So inconsiderate sometimes!"

"I know," mum replies, tapping Eliza lightly on the hand from across the table.

Oliver and I sigh in unison.

- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -

"You're just going to adore children, Katie. And I know this is your first one and you may be doubting yourself, but you'll just love them!" Fred says, sipping tea on our back porch. His own two kids are running around like devils in the backyard, chasing Oliver on his broomstick, while my he laughs like a maniac.

I question his age too.

"Hey, remember that time when you freaked out because you had a kid?" George says, snapping his fingers at his brother. "Because I do, and god, did you look like a complete idiot."

Fred shoots a glare at his twin, and sits back on his seat on mock anger. Angelina laughs beside himm nodding along with George.

"Well, I agree with Fred." This is from Alicia, who has a kid of her own. One little girl named Lucy - Lulu for short - who's absolutely smitten with Richie. "I mean, I know that partners aren't forever, but children are." She smiles at her daughter, who's happily sitting on her lap knawing a cookie.

I think Alicia's matured a ton in the past five years. After being a big, bratty fashionista, she's come a long way after discovering she was pregnant and being left by her then boyfriend. Judging by the way she dresses now, you'd never guess she was the total it girl back in the day.

Okay, maybe you can. She hasn't lost all of her touch. Lucky bitch.

"I doubt it," George replies, shrugging his shoulder. "I love all your kids and all, but could you ever picture me with one?"

"No, not really," Nasuada says, looking at him with doubt. She flashes him a smile which he returns.

Speaking of people coming a long way, I also think that George and Nasuada have come a long way as well. Having broken up over a year ago, due to the fact that George doesn't want children while Nasuada does, the two have remained friends. And even Alicia and Nasuada get along too. I have a feeling it's because neither women are with George, and have found common ground.

"Ah well, who knows," George tells us, reaching for a cookie of his own, but isn't quick enough as Lulu takes it first. "Hey! That was suppossed to be mine!"

The little girl giggle of hers makes the entire table giggle too. "I'll share wif you, Uncle George," she says, breaking off half the cookie and handing the piece to him. "Friends."

"Friends," he says, knocking his half with hers. "Well, this kid seems rather cute."

"Oh yeah, now you say so," Nasuada says sarcastically. "A little too late there, Weasley!"

"I'm still thinking about it! I'll tell you when I want one though, since you're still so beautiful."

"Flattery isn't going to get you anywhere near me this time."

"We'll see about that, won't we," he says, making her blush furiously. He gives her a wink, and holds her hand, which she allows. Strange.

A shadow looms over us, and I look up to see Oliver hovering above on his broom. "Are there any more cookies left?" he hollers, flying closer to the table.

"No, but I can get some," I tell him, as I get up slowly and take the plate with me.

"What are you doing?" he practically shrieks, flying right beside me. "Why are you standing?"

Because people are made to stand, stupid.

"I'm getting you more cookies, genius."

"Rest your pretty swollen legs there, dear wife," he says, taking the plate away from me. "You're suppossed to be sitting anyway. I can get my own cookies."

I roll my eyes and smile, sitting back down, holding onto my unfortunately big uterus. Never in my life would I have thought I'd be pregnant. Considering how I'm not a fan of the preggo ladies, I feel like a hypocrite for being one now.

When I look up, I'm met with a kiss. "Thanks for offering, though!" Oliver calls, as he flies into the house.

"What a nut job," I mutter, reaching for my tea cup.

"Well, you really should be resting," Angelina says with a serious tone. "It's good for you and the baby. I've brought along some frog liver soup for you too. Drink that, it helps."

"With that?"

"I don't know, my mum just told me to make it because she said it helps."

Gee, what a reason.

So five years in the making, and I can honestly say that my life has completely turned around. From being the irritatingly bitter person I used to be, with a mother who harasses me about my relationship status, to being married to uber rich and popular Oliver Wood and carrying his son - which he doesn't know about since he thinks that nothing can really prove the gender unless the thing's actually out - I think I've changed. Everything's changed in five years.

Well, not everything. Lance went and married Geraldine, so that's not a good bit. Whatever, I'm richer than he is, if you convert the galleons back to quids.

Anyway, everything's different now. I guess Oliver's Seer is correct. I have proof. Ever since I got engaged three years ago, I started to go and see her. She said the first kid would be a boy. Very eerie.

You can say that I've changed, and I will one hundred perecent agree with you. I don't know if the change is for the better or for worse. I can never be sure of change. All I know is that at the moment, everything is good. My house is good, my house elf is good, my health is good, and my husband is good.

So I did it. I got through it all. I finally married Oliver Wood. Oh yeah, I'll share a secret with you; I've been nursing the biggest crush on him since I was twelve. I know, I'm such an idiot for denying about it. It's okay though, I got him. He's still dang sexy thirty. Actually, I think he's gotten better with age. And damn, he's still as ripped as he was when he was twenty-five.

Stop getting turned on there.

For fuck's sake, shut up, you can get turned on now. You've married him and he's turned you on a billion times anyway.

I love being married to a really fit quidditch player.

a/n: ok so. first thing's first - apology.

i know it's been almost a year. you can say it was a year, but that's not true because it'd be a year in july, and according to my canadian calendar, i haven't reached there yet.

i'm so terribly sorry that i have put off this updated for so long. i can make up all the excuses i can muster up with, but one thing's true: there was no time. going to university is such a time killer. i went on vacation to china last august for an entire month, and came back 3 days before moving into residence. and i haven't been off until may, and that's when i started this job i have as a barista.

ok anyway, the point is, i've kept my word. i never abandoned this story. i've worked hard on this epilogue. i've had it at the back of my mind for 11 months now. so here it is, the last installment of A Look to the Left.

i'm actually very sad to see this story end, which is also another reason for me putting it off. i guess i thought that the longer i waited, the longer the life of this thing would be. i'm wrong though, most of my readers have abandoned this story, or have forgotten about it. sadness.

in case you were wondering, no, i'm not going to make A Look to the Left 2. i personally don't want to. it's not that i'ved outgrown this harry potter phase, which many people actually have done. no, it's because the story is over. oliver got katie and they're living happily ever after in the mansion.

for now, i think i'll go back and return to writing Even Angels Fall. actually, no. i don't want to, since i know in the story that they both die. very sad.

i'm going to go back to writing Fools Rush In, even though i know it wont get as much praise as this one did, mainly because there are so many JPLP stories out there that people would overlook it. whatever.

however, if i do get a high demand for ALTTL2, i might consider doing it. i don't think many would though. you all must know by now that the story has no more plot to it because it is finished, but you never know, things may change. i might write about the kids. who knows.

so turrah all of you, and i thank you for reading this epilogue. and now, i thank you for reading the entire story. i hope you have all thoroughly enjoyed it, because i can honestly say that writing this thing was a bit of a bitch, but i'm so happy about it. i hope there are many more KBOW stories out there for you to enjoy.

whatever, screw it. i hope this is the best one you ever will read.

review please, it's my last retuest i'll ever have for this story.

PEACE OUT WITH MUH STEEZ!

- crooked aura.