A/N: This is the last chapter of this story. I'm working on another story and when I'm satisfied with it, I'll begin posting it.

Chapter 37

As the next few months went by, I kept getting bigger, much to my delight. Oliver was away frequently at practices and some pre-season games. But, when he was home, he was helping me get the house ready for the new arrival. We painted a bedroom in light pink, with carousel horses and unicorns, and we started trying to find a name.

"Marian?" Oliver offered. I shook my head.

"Cora?" I suggested; Oliver shook his head. Our conversations frequently went like this and we were only able to find a few names that we both liked. By the day of the shower at the end of May, we had agreed that it would either be Aubrey or Maisie.

While I was at the shower with all of our female relatives and a few friends (including some of the Puddlemere wives), Oliver went with our dads and Jake to the orchard for a fly. The shower turned out to be a lot of fun, until Amy went into labor. We got Jake back and he took her to the hospital while we kept Aiden with us.

The next morning, Oliver and his dad brought all of our shower gifts to the house. "Have you heard from your parents yet?" Oliver asked.

"She gave birth early this morning to a beautiful baby girl," I answered. "They named her Cora."

"It's a good thing we took that off our list then," he mused, carrying a bunch of toys to the nursery. I waddled behind him with a stack of baby clothes.

"Are we sure about Aubrey?" I asked.

"I'm sure, but if you're not, we can re-open the negotiations," he offered.

"I'm thinking Lily now," I said, sheepishly.

"We agreed not to name her after a plant," Oliver reasoned; he was right. We had agreed on that when we went through the floral phase (considering Rose, Lily, Iris, and Ivy).

"I know," I started. "It could be worse, though. We could name her Millicent or Hazel."

"You and I both know that I'll never allow that," he joked. "And I thought we liked Aubrey Leigh Wood." His hand was on my belly and the baby kicked. "See. She likes it."

"Alright," I said. "Aubrey Leigh Wood it is, then."

Our due date was July 6; Oliver's birthday was only 4 days later. When her due date came and went, I started to get a little nervous. The day before Oliver's birthday, our parents came to our house for a dinner party to celebrate. I didn't intend on going into labor during the salad, but my water broke all over the kitchen floor as I was bringing the bowl to the table.

"Bear!" I shouted, grabbing my stomach as a contraction hit.

"What is it, love?" he asked, striding into the kitchen. He noticed my state and exclaimed, "Oh, Merlin! Let's go!" He left me for a moment to get my hospital bag.

"What's going on?" Mum asked, when Oliver didn't return to the dining room.

"We need to go to hospital," Oliver said, returning to the kitchen with my bag. He activated the emergency portkey that our healer had given us at our last appointment and we landed at the maternity ward at St. Mungo's.

While I was led to a room, Oliver sent an owl to his coach that we were at the hospital. Our parents paced the waiting room for several hours. They were joined by Amy and Jake for a little while, but they had to leave to get back to their own children.

It seemed like forever, but Aubrey finally made her appearance just after 1:00 AM. "Happy birthday, Bear," I said, weakly.

"This is by far the best present you've ever given me," he beamed, holding a little pink bundle.

"You should take her to meet her grandparents," I suggested. He smiled and left with her while the nurses finished cleaning me up and brought me to my room.

Oliver's POV

"Mum, Dad," I said, entering the waiting room. "This is Aubrey Leigh Wood." Our parents beamed as I passed the little bundle around.

"Well done, son," Dad said, grinning at the baby. "She's quite the beauty."

"She gets that from her mother," I answered. "Hopefully, she'll get her brains and my quidditch abilities."

"You are NOT going to make her obsessed with quidditch," my mother warned. Leona glared at me from behind her.

"Happy Birthday, Oliver," William said. "It's quite a good present you've got there."

"Cheers, Dad," I replied. "She really is spectacular."

I spent another 10 minutes with our parents before taking Aubrey back to Bryony. Our parents all followed so that they could see her. She was resting comfortably in her room when we returned.

"Thanks for waiting," she said when our parents followed me into the room.

"Love, we had nowhere else to be," Leona said. "She's really beautiful. We wanted to see you for a few moments, but we're going to leave and send an owl to Amy. We'll be back in the morning."

"Thanks, Mum," Bryony said, smiling. Our parents filed out, leaving us alone.

Bryony's POV

"So, all in all, one of my better birthdays," Oliver joked.

"Are you tired?" I asked.

"No," he answered. "I'm thrilled at this and sad that I have to go play a game on Sunday, but I'm not tired right now. I suppose I'll be tired in a few hours. Are you tired?"

"I just gave birth," I teased. "I'm a little tired."

"In case I forget to tell you later, thank you," Oliver said, kissing my head. I smiled and went to sleep.

I woke a few hours later to find Oliver drooling on himself, asleep in the chair. Aubrey was in her bassinette and starting to stir. A nurse came in and offered to help me nurse her. I agreed and Oliver woke to find me with a baby on my chest.

"I could get used to seeing that," he joked. "How long was I out?"

"I've been awake for 15 minutes and you've been drooling the entire time," I teased. There was a commotion in the hallway and the nurse came running back in.

"Is there a reason that the entire Puddlemere United team is demanding entrance?" she asked.

"It's not the entire team," I replied. "The starting keeper is sitting here and watching me nurse his daughter." I sent Oliver out into the hallway to calm his teammates while I finished nursing the baby. Oliver put his head in to see that I was finished before allowing them entrance.

"This," he said, taking the baby from me, "is Aubrey Leigh Wood."

"Well done, mate," said Brian Stevens, one of the beaters. "She's quite lovely, and the baby is cute too."

"Cheers, lads," I joked. The team stayed for a few moments before being shooed out by Coach Bigelow. "Would you like to hold her, sir?" I offered. He took the bundle from my arms and cooed at her. It was amazing that these men who were supposed to be so tough were floored by a baby.

It wasn't long before the healers proclaimed that Aubrey and I were healthy enough to go home. We were both in the stands at the next game on Sunday, when Puddlemere played the Chudley Cannons. "Who is this?" asked Rita Skeeter; she was pointing at the baby.

"This is Aubrey," I answered. "She was born on Thursday." I took the baby into our box and we watched the game. Afterwards, I waited with the baby for Oliver. He joined us after he had showered and changed and took the baby from my arms.

"Born on my birthday," he proclaimed to several reporters standing by. "Her name is Aubrey and she is just as beautiful as her mother."

"Mrs. Wood, you look amazing," said one reporter. "Was Oliver with you when you gave birth?"

"He was standing by me the entire time," I answered. "He was great through the entire thing."

"How is the baby doing?" asked another reporter.

"She's perfectly healthy," Oliver replied. "Now, if you'll all excuse us, we're going to take her home. Thank you." We walked off and apparated back to our house.

The press was taken with Aubrey almost immediately. She had a very charming disposition and smiled easily, as we quickly learned. The fans, for the most part, were also very happy and we got more than a few offers to babysit. "Like we're taking them up on that," I muttered. Oliver chuckled, but agreed.

As Aubrey got bigger, we fell even more in love with her, if that was possible. Her first Christmas was a truly exciting affair and she giggled as Oliver helped her open her presents. By the time her first birthday rolled around, she had started walking and said her first word (Mama, which I would never let Oliver forget). It was around that time that Oliver started hinting at wanting to have another baby; I agreed.

So, we started working on having another baby and were pregnant within 6 months. Our son, Ian Martin Wood, was born just after Puddlemere, led by Oliver, won the British Quidditch League Championship. I actually went into labor during the celebration dinner, which was captured on film and printed in the Daily Prophet, thanks to Rita Skeeter.

After the birth of Ian, we moved back to Scotland. Oliver retired from playing Quidditch after a shoulder injury side-lined him. He never quit loving the game and, instead of playing, signed on as head coach of the Pride of Portree. I opened a dance school for magical children and taught ballet. We both ended up doing exactly what we were supposed to do.

By the time each of the children were 5, Oliver had taught them to fly. They were really good flyers and Aubrey followed her dad into Quidditch. She turned out to be a very good Seeker. Ian decided that his passion was in healing and he became quite a gifted healer. Oliver and I were both proud of our children.

It seems strange to me that we spent so long not talking while we were at school. I sometimes feel like I missed out on a huge part of Oliver's life, but as he constantly reminded me, he was always my Bear and I was always his Bee.