December 21, 1962

I, Minerva Aila, take you, Albus Percival Wulfric Brian, to be my husband. I promise to create and support a family with you. To create a household that is filled with laughter, patience, understanding and love. I vow not just to grow old together, but to grow together. I will love you faithfully through the difficult and the easy. What may come, I will always be there, each one believing that love never dies. As I have given you my hand to hold, so I give you my life to keep.

I, Albus Percival Wulfric Brian, take you, Minerva Aila, to be my wife. I promise to work with you to foster and cherish a relationship of equality knowing that together we will build a life far better than either of us could imagine alone. I vow to love you, encourage you, trust you, and respect you. As a family, we will create a home filled with learning, laughter, and compassion. Today, I choose you to be my wife. I accept you as you are, and I offer myself in return. I will care for you, stand beside you, and share with you all of life's adversities and all of its joys from this day forward, and all the days of my life.

"I now pronounce you husband and wife, you may now kiss the bride," Albus pulled Minerva closer to him and wrapped his arms around her waist and her his neck as they closed the space between them to share their first kiss as husband and wife.

"Albus! Put me down!"

"Nonsense my dear, it is tradition for the husband to carry his wife across the threshold of their home," he said smiling with the his twinkly blue eyes. Minerva smiled just as big as he was at her, they were home and they were married.

"Well, now that we have, would you please put me down."

"Not just yet my dear. I seem to recall someone's mother asking about grandchildren and I do not want to get on my mother-in-law's bad side so earlier in our marriage," causing Minerva to laugh as he walked to their bedroom.

"No we wouldn't ," she pulled him closer to her as he laid her down on the bed...

Minerva could not remember a time in which she was happier, she thought to herself as she snuggled closer to the man responsible for that happiness-her husband. Husband, the were married for barely a day and she wondered if she would still feel the same rush of excitement after several years of marriage when she said husband.

"What are you smiling about, my love?" He asked his voice still a little groggy as he pulled her impossibly closer to him.

"I'm just very happy," she said as she gave him a quick peck. Albus then started to trail kisses down her neck causing Minerva to giggle. The next thing she knew he had rolled them over so he was on top of her as he continued to plant kisses along her collarbone.

"Albus you're insatiable, how are you not tired?"

"How can I be tired when I have a beautiful goddess in bed with me."

"Flatter will get you nowhere."

"I don't want to be anywhere but right here," he said before taking her lips with his in a passionate kiss.

February 14, 1963

This was their first Valentine's Day as a husband and wife, this would set the standard for all the Valentine's, anniversaries and other holidays to come. Everything had to be perfect, so with the help a Itzi and Tibbie he set his plan in motion. Albus carefully untangled himself from Minerva's arms so he could begin his morning routine.

He had to get up earlier than normal to much sure that all his paperwork was done so that he could spend the entire evening with the love of his life. But first he had to make sure she would eat her breakfast and lunch since she hadn't been eating much the last week. He was out of the shower, looking for robes to put on when heard her moan his name. He turned to look at the goddess that was his wife, she never looked more beautiful than when she first woke up.

"Good Morning, my love," he said as he went over to give her a kiss. Minerva eagerly wrapped her arms around his neck pulling him closer to her. Albus had only managed to put on his trousers, allowing Minerva full access to roam her arms on his torso. She let out a moan as the kiss deepen. Albus pulled away reluctantly giving her a chaste kiss before leaning his forehead against her's.

"As much as I hate to leave my bed when I have the most beautiful witch in it; I have a mountain of paperwork to get through before I can spend it with her."

"She is a very lucky witch," Minerva gave him a cheeky smile as she looked into his twinkly blue eyes.

"It is I whom is the lucky one, that she chose me over the hundreds of other of wizards bidding for her love." She lightly slapped him on the arm making him chuckle.

"You're exaggerating. Now how about some breakfast before you go and enjoy your mountains of paperwork." Albus had the perfect comeback but knew that would result in him not leaving the bed and ruining the perfect evening he had planned. So he clapped his hands twice and a breakfast tray filled with Minerva's favorites.

"Albus you shouldn't have gone to all the trouble."

"You're worth every bit of trouble," he gave another quick kiss before getting off the bed to finish getting dressed. Minerva dove into the food with gusto, started with the Eggs Benedict, working her way to the sausage links and starting on the waffles. All while he finished getting dressed, he was glad that she was eating. As he placed his wand in his pocket, Minerva stopped cutting her waffles and ran to the bathroom.

Albus so was confused by his wife's actions, he quickly followed her to the bathroom and say her emptying her stomach of all the food she had just eaten. He leaned next to her, rubbing circles on her back. He helped her into a sitting position, summed a damp cloth and a glass of water.

"Minerva, I want you to go see Poppy. Please, don't argue with me," he kissed her temple as he held her tighter. Minerva didn't like check-up, they would always tell her not stress and eat more but being the Deputy Headmistress, Head of Gryffindor and Transfiguration Professor was not something so would be by halves. She also knew Albus would not take no for an answer, so she nodded her head.

"I will stop by after my last class," she looked up and he gave her a small smile.

"Please take care of herself, I wouldn't want anything happening to you, my love. I will see you for dinner." He stood up and pulled her with him, lead her the bed and kissed her before leaving.

"Oh Min, what a nice surprise. To what do I do the pleasure?" Poppy gave her friend a hug, she hadn't really seen her outside of meeting much since the New Year.

"I'm afraid a not so nice surprise. Albus to told me to stop by after I throw up the breakfast he prepared for me this morning." Poppy was shocked that her friend was coming to see her on the same day that her husband had asked her to. Normally, Minerva would wait a few days before coming to see her.

'Any other symptoms?"

"I've been a little more tired than usual, I haven't been eating much since most everything makes me want to nauseous. Lemon drops, I've been craving lemon drops a lot." Poppy laughed at her friends last comment.

"Could it be the man that eats lemon drops like its job that you are craving more so than the actually candy," she said raising an eyebrow to her friend. Minerva blushed and let out a little laugh.

"Could you just cast a quick diagnostic spell, please. Albus said he made plans for dinner and I would like to tell that I am perfectly healthy." Poppy sighed and did as her best friend wished. With a few waves of her wand, she got a result but she cast the spell once more just make sure that the result was accurate.

Poppy smiles as she got the same result as before. She quickly left to her office to retrieve some potions. Minerva waiting patiently for her friend to come, knowing that she would bring back something to help her.

"Poppy, what is with all the potions?" Poppy had brought out a basket full of potions, she searched through them mumbling to herself.

"Blast, where is that potion?"

"What are you looking for," Minerva asked as she tried to read some of the labels.

"Aha, here you are. Here take this, it will help with your nausea," she placed the bottle in her hand then went to a cupboard and pull out a bottle full of pills. "And take these everyday."

"Anti-morning sickness, Prenatal vitamins, Poppy?"

"Min, you're pregnant," she said with a smile on her face, "Min? Did you hear me, Minerva?

"How-how far along am I?"

"About 7-8 weeks," this made Minerva smile. It meant that her child was conceived sometimes between their honeymoon and Christmas. "I take it you are happy about the news?"

"Yes very much," she couldn't wait to tell Albus. Albus, is she had to go meet him for dinner. "I'm sorry but I shouldn't keep Albus waiting. Especially now that I have something important to tell him." She hugged her friends and got up to leave.

"Min, don't forget these," she went up to her and gave her the bottles before Minerva walked out of the door.

Minerva had made to their shared quarters, she had sent the bottle to the medicine cabinet so Albus won't know before she had a chance to tell him. As she opened the door, she was immediately picked up causing her to gasp.

"Happy Valentine's Day, my love," he kiss with all the love he felt her. Minerva wanted to pull him closer to her wanted to deepen the kiss but he pulled away away before he could. "Patience, my love, there will be plenty of time for that later, but dinner first." She furrowed her brow, she looked beautiful when she pouted.

"Would you mind putting me down then," Albus gave her a mischievous smile and carried her over to a table set up on the balcony off their sitting room. He had casted several strong warming charms so the temperature would match that of the rooms inside. "Now will you put me down?"

"On one condition, how did your visit with Poppy go?" She knew the only way that he was going to put her down was if he told him.

"She gave me some potions to help with my nausea and vitamins." She wasn't about to tell him everything, not just yet. She would tell him later, when she had her feet on the ground. The answer seemed to satisfy him so he gently placed her on the floor and led her to a chair. He went to take his chair opposite of her and filled their glasses with the chilled champagne.

"To your health and many more Valentine's with the most beautiful woman to grace the face of the Earth." Minerva smiled at this toast but didn't pick up her glass.

"Albus, I shouldn't drink champagne."?

"Well, would you like some firewhiskey or gillywater."

"I can't have either of those either, I'm afraid."

"Minerva, my love, did Poppy say to you shouldn't with your illness?"

"Albus, I can't have any alcohol for at least the next seven months." He was now really worried for his wife's health, he went to kneel by her side and took her small hands into his larger ones.

"Please told me what is wrong so that I may do my best to comfort you," he said looking into her emerald eyes.

"That's not much you can do at this point, you've already done your part for now. You will be of much help after the seven or so months have passed." Albus was utterly confused about what his wife was saying.

"Minerva, my dear, please tell what is wrong with you," he was nearly begging to find out what wrong with her that he was of no help right now. She chuckled at his remark and his upset him because her health was not a joking matter to him.

"Nothing's wrong with me, love," he was beyond confused now.

"Wh-what? What about the seven months, what will happen to you during that time?" She couldn't keep it from him any longer.

"Albus, I'm going to have a baby." She waited for him to respond but the look on his face was stuck. Minerva was bright eyed with the biggest smile that she had on her face since her wedding, but it was quickly fading at Albus' lack of a response to her news.

She slipped her hands from his but he still had no reaction causing her to leave him at the romantic dinner he had gone to the trouble of making for them. She had swiftly walked to their bedroom and slammed the door.

Albus came out of his daze, Minerva was no longer in front of him and the words she spoke finally registered with him. She was going to have a baby, their baby. They were going to have a child together. He thought his time for children had passed, he'd only ever dreamed of having a child with the woman he loved more than anything in the world. He was so shocked by her news that he never said that he was happy about their new addition,

Albus got up and went to their bedroom door and tried to open it but warded. He easily took down the wards and opened the door to find his wife laying in bed crying as she held her arm over her stomach. The sight before him broke his heart and it was his fault.

Minerva hadn't noticed that he had come into room. Albus lay down next to her and put his arm over hers, over their child. He felt her stiffen in his arm. He couldn't feel worse for making her feel this way.

"Hello, little one, it's your father. I can't tell you how much I love you and I'm so excited to meet you. Take care of your mother for me because sometimes your father like a baboon." The last comment caused Minerva to let out a light laugh. She turned in his arms, her eyes were red causing his heart to break even more. He brought his hand up to wipe away the fresh tears.

"Minerva, I'm so sorry that I acted like, like-"

"A baboon," now it was his turn to laugh. He placed a gentle kiss to her forehead, she gave him a small smile.

"Words can express how happy I am. I never thought I would get to be a father, let alone with the woman I love as the mother. I'm sorry I froze, I was just shocked but this is the best thing that has happened since we married."

"It's not too soon?"

"No, this little one is wanted, wanted and loved more than anything.. How far along are you?"

"7-8 weeks is what Poppy told me," she watched him quickly do the math in his head as she had done earlier and him smile great tenfold.

"Do you know what that means?"

"That he or she was conceived sometime during our honeymoon?"

"It means that I just made my mother-in-law very happy," Minerva rolled her eyes as she laughed at her husband. Leave to Albus Dumbledore to make try and make a joke out of everything.