It's been five years, seven months, and twenty six days since Voldemort was finally destroyed, and we could live in peace. From then on, Neville and I formed a tight relationship. We were close, to the point that when his first girlfriend dumped him for another man, he came over. We watched movies all that night as I told him that he deserved more than she.
It's been four years, three months, and seventeen days after the day Neville and I started dating. Five months after that, he confessed his love to me. I couldn't have been any happier(or so I thought), and replied that I loved him as well.
"Anika?" I heard a male voice say from behind.
I finished rinsing a dish and set it in the drainer and turned around, "Yes, Neville?" I asked with a genuine smile.
He shuffled his feet nervously and looked to the floor, "I'm in love with you."
I bit my lip and attempted to wrap my arms around his neck(but because I was so short, that was a bit difficult), "Hey," I said quietly. He looked up, revealing a flushed face gazing into my eyes. "I love you, there's no need to feel shy." I said, smiling.
He smiled back and lifted me with strong arms so that I was eye-level with him. Now, it was easier for me to wrap my arms around his neck. He gently pressed his lips to mine, and I returned the act of passion.
Two years, nine months, and four days later, we had gotten engaged. We set the date for five months after the engagement, and we moved into his apartment until the actual ceremony. A couple of weeks before the wedding, we bought a house in a rural area.
Luna was my maid of honor, Ginny, Hermoine, and Angelina were the other bride's maids. While Harry was the best man, and Ron was there too(Neville and I both agreed to a small wedding). About two days later, we went on our honeymoon, where we both confessed our virginity. Five blissful(and passionate) days later, we went to our home as husband and wife.
Today, I was standing in the bathroom, biting my fingernails, and staring at the clock I could see on the bedroom wall. Damn it all, how can a minute feel like a hundred years...? I thought to myself as I paced impatiently in the small space. I was standing in a black tank top and my black underwear, after just showering, so my dark brown hair hung in wet lanks to my hips. I glanced in the mirror, looking at the navy-eyed girl staring back.
I looked at the reflection of the clock and flung my head fast enough to almost get whiplash. I clumsily grabbed the pregnancy test and looked at it. A smile crept to my lips as I heard Neville enter the house. It was summer, so he had gotten another job to support us through the short months. I quickly through on a pair of jeans and started out of the bedroom, to see my husband smiling.
"Hi Annie." he said and shrugged his jacket off, setting it on the edge of the couch.
"Neville, remember two weeks ago...?" I said, waiting for him to get it. He was about to speak when his eyes widened, and I grinned, "You're going to be a daddy."
He showed his enthusiasm but literally lifting me off my feet and twirling me around. "Anika, this is great!" he cheered and kissed me. This was, in fact, one of the happiest days of my life.
Yeah, i know, it was short. But I felt like writing something all cute and lovey :)\