Disclaimer: Everything belongs to me except for Oliver Wood and the Harry Potter Characters (Sadly)
Chapter Twenty-Eight:
I quietly opened the door to my house, and tiptoed inside. It was dark, and I didn't want to wake up Holly and Oliver – if he was still here.
I headed straight for the kitchen and looked around. One of my frying pans was out and there was mail scattered on the table. I picked up the envelopes and piled them up. I opened the refrigerator and saw nothing but milk. I really have to go grocery shopping soon. Maybe Oliver and Holly and I could all go together, like a family.
My heart was leaping in joy. I couldn't believe Oliver was going to stay with us. It was just so surreal. I took the milk carton and opened it. I found a glass and was starting to pour the milk when Oliver came in.
"That's expired," he said, referring to the milk.
"No, it's not. I just bought it," I said, but looked at the expiration date anyway. The milk had expired two weeks ago. "Oh, never mind." I put down the milk and tried to contain my smile.
"How's your mother?" Oliver asked.
My smile immediately turned upside down. "Mother passed away," I quietly said. I pulled out a chair and sat down, settling things in.
"Oh, Irina, I'm sorry." Oliver walked over to me. He brushed my hair and I hid my face into his shirt. He wrapped his arms around me.
"I…I just feel so guilty. Holly never even got to meet her." I said, starting to cry. "I'm so selfish! I only thought about how my mother affected me; I didn't even think about Holly!"
"Shhh, it's okay, Irina. I'm sure Holly would understand. Don't you have pictures of your Mother? I know it's not the same, but there's still some sort of memory."
I looked at Oliver through my teary eyes, "I was so stubborn, Oliver. My mother was a wonderful woman, and I was blinded by my jealously and I never gave her a chance."
"Your mother must have been ecstatic to see you tonight," Oliver said. "As a mother yourself, you should know what it feels like to have love from your daughter. And I'm sure, your mother understood your frustrations."
"Maybe, but I wish I could go back and change things. Change our relationship, you only get one mother, and I messed it up."
"At least you got to see her one last time," Oliver said. He hugged me tighter and I sobbed into his arms.
I don't know how long I was in his arms, but it felt so calming. He always made me feel safe and sure. Dear Merlin, I love this man so much.
"Where's Holly?" I asked, wiping away the tears.
"She's asleep. Irina, you really need to go grocery shopping. There's absolutely nothing in the refrigerator."
"I'll go tomorrow morning. I'm so tired, what time is it?" I asked, taking off my shirt.
"It's one-thirty. Why are you taking off your shirt?"
I rolled my eyes. "I'm feeling really warm. Oh stop Oliver, it's not like you've never seen me in a bra."
"At least wear a shirt,"
"Oh grow up," I muttered. I headed over to the freezer and stuck my head in. I closed my eyes and let the cool air onto my face.
I could hear Oliver shuffling things around, probably cleaning up. I felt so happy that he was still here. Oliver, Holly and I can finally be together. I hope I don't mess this up.
"Irina," Oliver started. He walked over to me and put his hand on my back. I got my head out of the freezer and looked at him. "What is this?" He handed me an envelope.
It was a letter from my Doctor Johannesburg. How did Oliver know about this? "What's wrong with your brain?"
"Nothing! What the hell Oliver! Why are you going through my stuff?" I shouted. I ran over to the table full of the other letters. I picked them up and threw them in the trash.
"Irina! Why haven't you gone to the doctor? What if it's something serious? Why'd you get a brain scan! Irina! Stop ignoring me!"
"Oliver, just leave it. Nothing is wrong with me." I said, putting my shirt back on. I headed upstairs to the bathroom. I was about to shut the door when he walked inside with me.
"Irina, please. We are finally together, and I don't want anything to stop us from being together. Please, go to the doctor, I don't want you to be sick or anything."
"Oliver," I sighed, as I pulled down my pants. I took a seat on the toilet and peed. "Nothing is wrong with me. I was getting these bad headaches and I went to the Doctor to check them out and then he fixed me. I'm better. He probably just wants to see how I'm doing now. I haven't gotten the headaches anymore."
"What if they come back?" Oliver asked worriedly.
I pulled my pants back up and flushed. "If you keep talking, they might come back." I told him, getting annoyed.
"Irina, don't joke about things like this. What if you have-" I quickly turned the shower on and pushed him inside. I started to laugh at the look on his face. Shock.
"Oliver, you look so hot when you're wet," I winked at him. I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed him. Finally, he shut up.
