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Word Count: 1082
Written for Angela - I hope you like it lovely.
Best Day Ever
Katie wasn't sure if she should be sweating or shivering. The wintertime winds were blowing a gale, but the jump-rope was so much more of a workout than she'd been expecting.
It had been Angelina's idea, and Katie wasn't sure if she wanted to kiss her or kill her at this point.
A noise behind her broke her concentration and she stumbled, almost falling over the fluorescent orange jump rope she'd found in Muggle London.
Turning, she saw Oliver walking towards her from their set Apparition point, a smile on his face. There was a bag swinging from his arm, and he dropped it on the decking before he approached her.
"Baby, what are you doing out here in the freezing cold?"
"Working out," Katie said, brushing her hair out of her face. "Angelina said it was good to jump rope, so I thought I'd give it a try."
"Uh huh. You're going to get sick," Oliver said, shaking his head with a fond smile. "Are you at least done for now?"
Katie glanced down at the rope in her hand and then shivered when a particularly strong gust of wind blew through their garden. She nodded.
"Yeah, I'm done."
…
Katie showered while Oliver pottered around in the kitchen. When the last drop of sweat was washed away, she got dressed in her comfiest—warmest—pyjamas, and pulled on the fluffy socks her mother had bought her last Christmas.
They were the warmest socks she'd ever had, and it felt a little like what she'd imagine walking on clouds felt like. They were amazing.
When she returned downstairs, it was to find that Oliver had transformed their living room into a den. The sheer amount of blankets and pillows on the floor shouldn't have been possible, and Katie squealed at the sight.
This was the reason winter was her favourite season. Oliver's blanket and pillow forts were always the best for a snuggle.
"You look warmer," he said, walking in from the kitchen with a tray in his hands. On it were two steaming mugs of hot chocolate, covered with whipped cream, marshmallows, and even chocolate shards.
Also on the tray were mince pies—Katie's guilty pleasure—a bowl of cheese puffs and chocolate cakes with cherries on top that Katie had never seen but was ready to consume all of.
"You're the best boyfriend," she told him seriously, sinking down onto the pile of pillows.
Oliver chuckled, levitating the tray steadily as he joined her, before he lowered it onto the blankets.
He picked up both mugs, and after handing one to Katie, raised his. "A toast," he murmured. "To winter dens, not working out in the freezing weather, and… a new poster for the wall?"
Katie blinked and then snorted. "Is that what's in the bag?"
Oliver nodded sheepishly.
"Let me see it before I agree to anything. We're not having another abomination like that Krum poster you tried to put up in the summer."
"He won the Player of the Year," Oliver complained, and then sighed. "You're right though. The boy does not translate well on glossy paper."
Katie snorted.
Oliver lay back, reaching as far as his arm could stretch until his fingers caught the bag he'd placed by the side of the sofa. Slowly, he unravelled the new poster to show her, biting his lip.
Katie stared at it for a long moment and then looked up at him, a smile growing wider on her lips with each passing second.
"Oli! You got a poster!"
On a white background, Oliver stood proudly, leaning on his broom, a Quaffle under one arm. He was wearing his Puddlemere uniform, and underneath him, the banner was emblazoned with the words, Keeper of the Year!
She took the poster from him and placed it gently out of their space, before doing the same with the hot chocolate and then she pounced on him.
"Congratulations, Babe!"
…
When the excitement had died down, when the hot chocolate and snacks had been consumed, Katie tucked herself into Oliver's side as soft music played on the radio.
"I'm proud of you," Katie said softly. "You've worked so hard for it; it's nice to see that your talent is being recognised."
Oliver's arm tightened around her as he rolled onto his side, facing her. "I think I'm more happy about the poster than the award," he admitted, making her laugh.
His hand slipped beneath her pyjama jumper, making the muscles twitch and quiver beneath his touch, until he found the spot he was looking for.
"Don't you dare do—" she broke off into hysterical giggles as he tickled her, grinning widely.
"Stop it," she shrieked, squirming and kicking out until he showed mercy. She was breathless, small chuckles still leaving her as she panted, glaring at him playfully.
"I'll set fire to your poster if you do that again," she said, and he feigned a wounded look but then smirked.
"You'd just go and buy another one. I saw your face when you saw it… you fancy me."
"You're an idiot," she said, shaking her head. "Of course I fancy you—I agreed to date you, didn't I?"
"Hmm. I guess you did." He grinned at her and then slipped a small black box from his pocket. "Think you can stand to make it official? Marry me, Katie?"
He opened the box to display a single diamond on a gold band. Beautiful but understated, elegant and classy.
She loved it immediately.
"Of course I'll marry you!"
The ring was beautiful, but the way his face lit up at her response was a thousand times more so.
He took the ring from the box, and carefully pushed it down onto the ring finger of her left hand before he raised it to his lips, pressing a soft kiss against her skin.
"I got everything I've been wanting, all in one day," he said, pulling her close once more. "I don't think I'll ever have a better day than this one."
Katie smiled, pressing her face into his chest. She wasn't so sure about that.
In the back of her wardrobe, a small present, already wrapped, waited for Christmas day. Inside was a babygro, with the words My Daddy is A Keeper printed on the front. She had a feeling Christmas day would quickly replace his memory of 'best day ever'.
There was a reason she'd been jumping rope instead of her usual work out—hula-hooping wasn't so good for their baby.
Written for:
Record Collection: 22. White
Amber's Attic: 12. Wear super warm socks
Elizabeth's Empire: 1. Hot Chocolate
Bex's Basement: 10. Oliver Wood
Film Festival: 4. Oliver Wood
Marvel Appreciation: Cap: Working out
Lyric Alley: 1. Wintertime winds blow
Forecast: 24. Raising a toast
Shoebox to Charity: Gift fic for a Gryffindor - Angela
Big Dinner Bash: Meat: Duck - Blanket
Resolutions: 5. Oliver Wood
Pop Figures: TV: 245. Piper - Orange
Hogwarts Talent Show: Plate Spinning: Oliver Wood / Quiver / Poster
Insane: 925. Quidditch Player