“Do you have a name?” he asked.
She smirked and said, “Yes.”
“Will you give it to me?”
“It’s Alexandra Morelli. My friends call me Alex,” she answered.

                “I know,” Alex said. “I’m really sorry, but I tried to tell you.”
 
                “I’ll bring the munchkin by in the morning,” he promised. “And I’m sorry for not trusting you.”
 

“She’s not your normal type, Ollie,” Fiona said. “How’d you meet her?”

“We met at work,” Alex explained. “I’m one of the trainers for Puddlemere United.”

“Thanks,” Alex said. “I just need a day. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

Oliver nodded and left, but stopped in the doorway. He turned and said, “I love you, by the way.”

“You realize that my Dad was hoping we’d get into a fight with the questioning,” Oliver said.

“And you realize that because you did nothing, he’s getting what he wants,” she argued.

Tom said, “Go and talk to him.”

“What do you mean?” she asked.

“You’ve been staring at Wood for half an hour,” Tom accused. “Now, he’s here alone, as are you. Go and talk to him.”

Alex and Oliver found Charlie and Cat in the hall, dancing. “We’re going to head out,” Oliver explained. “Will you see her home, Charlie?”

“Sure, mate,” Charlie promised. “Take care of her.”

“And this must be Olivia?” Caroline said.

“How did you know my name?” Olivia asked.

“Your mummy told me all about you,” Caroline replied.

“You’re a good man, Oliver Wood,” she teased.

“And don’t forget it,” he joked. “Now, go and get ready to be properly wooed for once.”

A/N: Please review. Also, I think I'm nearing the end of this story as I'm running out of ideas.

“Papa,” Olivia said when they were in the street, “why is Mommy always so tired?”

“It’s because of the baby in her tummy, princess,” Oliver answered.

“But, Papa, I liked it when it was just you and me and Mommy,” she whined. “I don’t like being a big sister.”