It was now a week before Christmas, Oliver arrived home from King's Cross to the smell of Christmas biscuits and licked his lips hungrily. He walked more into the house to see his girlfriend standing by the oven with a Christmas themed apron tied loosely around her now visible baby bump. Part of him still hadn't processed that he was going to be a dad.
"Hey Ollie," she greeted turning around and smiling at her boyfriend.
"Hey love," he greeted kissing her cheek.
She smiled at him. "Happy Birthday, Ollie."
"Thanks, love."
"These cookies should be ready pretty soon, I know you're looking forward to them," Natasha said, noticing the look in her boyfriend's eyes.
Oliver nodded and sat down at the table.
"You alright, Ollie?" she asked slightly waddling towards the table.
"I'm perfectly fine, love. I'm just a tad shocked. I mean the last time I saw you were barely showing and now you're —"
"Fat and unattractive," she finished.
"You're definitely not unattractive when you're pregnant with my child, Natty."
"Prove it!"
Being the former Gryffindor he was, he couldn't resist that challenge so he just jumped up and pulled her into a passionate kiss.
"That doesn't prove anything, Ollie," she said.
"How about the fact that I've been picturing you in nothing but my Quidditch jersey since I got home. I just want to shag you senseless on any nearby surface," Oliver said.
"You're lying. You don't want to shag me again!" she exclaimed.
"Is it so hard to believe that I still find you absolutely gorgeous while you're pregnant?" Oliver asked.
Natasha sniffled softly. "I'm sorry, Ollie."
"What's wrong now?" Oliver asked calmly.
"It's just a mood swing, thanks to my hormones," she sighed looking up at her boyfriend.
Oliver nodded. "Okay, love."
"It's just that after I got pregnant the first time Aaron rarely wanted to touch me. I should've known something was up," Natasha sighed.
Oliver nodded. "I understand now, you're afraid if I don't find you attractive while you're pregnant that I'm hiding something."
"Isn't that silly?"
Oliver sighed pulling her into his arms. "It's understandable love. I'm not hiding anything that would ruin our relationship."
"But you are hiding something?" she asked looking up at him.
"What makes you say that?" he smirked.
"I know you too well, Ollie," she said.
Oliver nodded. "I am hiding something but it's good news for both of us, don't you worry."
Before Natasha could respond the beeper went off. She waved her wand and levitated the cookies over to the table so she wouldn't have to get out of Oliver's arms.
Oliver reached for a cookie but got burned.
"Did I forget to mention that they're hot?"
"Kiss it better, will you love?"
Natasha giggled. "You just want to try and cop a feel."
"It's that obvious?"
Her eyes twinkled. "Maybe just a touch."
It was later that night, Oliver was in bed waiting for Natasha to finish in their bathroom. It felt nice to sleep in a bed with his girlfriend.
Natasha walked out of their bathroom in nothing but his Quidditch jersey and crawled into bed.
"You're a bloody tease, Miss Butler," he grunted feeling himself growing hard.
"It's not my fault that this is the only thing that fits nowadays."
Oliver nodded understandingly and began to stroke her baby bump thoughtfully.
"Is something on your mind?"
He chuckled. "It's funny to think that last year at this time we weren't even back together but hopelessly pining for each other."
"And now we've been dating for eleven months and I'm nearly eighteen weeks pregnant," Natasha sighed happily.
"I wouldn't have it any other way."
"Me either, who am I kidding I've been pining for you since I saw you in your Quidditch uniform again. I just wanted to rip it off and fuck you right there."
"Your mum has a potty mouth," he told their child as he continued rubbing her belly.
"Like you don't have a potty mouth too especially when you're listening to Quidditch on the radio or when we're fucking like sex-deprived rabbits," she giggled nestling herself closer to him.
The couple fell asleep a few minutes later.
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It was a few days later, they were celebrating Christmas and Oliver's birthday. Both of their families were coming over.
"How does it feel to be 26?" Natasha asked, waddling into their room.
"I'm bloody old," he groaned.
"No, you're not. Even if you were, you're still rather sexy and not to mention a great lover," she assured him with a cheeky wink.
Oliver grinned and kissed Natasha deeply. She fell on their bed behind her and bounced a little due to her baby bump. Oliver straddled her as they let out a moan in unison.
"Alright, you can unwrap my already knocked up baby sister later, Oliver!" Milo teased walking in the room.
The couple broke apart, not even ashamed. Milo walked out of the room.
"Remind me to lock the door the next time I want to shag you senseless," Oliver told her as he helped her up from the bed.
"Okay, Ollie."
Oliver took Natasha's hand and led her downstairs. He helped her sit down much to her annoyance. He sat down next to her and rested his hand on her baby bump.
"Natty, this is for you," Oliver said hopping up a few minutes later, walking towards the tree and grabbing a small velvet box.
Natasha smiled. She had a feeling she knew what it was. He wasn't good at hiding stuff from her.
"Natasha Hazel Butler, I've only had eyes for you since I was eighteen. Will you marry me?" He asked kneeling down next to her.
"I will marry you, Oliver Sebastian Wood," Natasha grinned.
Oliver grinned back and slipped the ring on her waiting finger before kissing her.
"Oi! You can continue you that later!" Milo exclaimed again.
Oliver broke the kiss and sat back next to her.
"Did you ask my dad for his blessing?" Natasha asked as she rested her head on Oliver's shoulder.
"I sure did. Although, I had it but I wanted to ask for it again which I did."
"So, are you getting married after you have the baby?" Oliver's mum Sharon asked.
"We decided that we'll have a long engagement, maybe another child before we officially get married," Oliver explained to his parents and future in-laws as he rested his hand on Natasha's stomach.
The two families nodded. The celebrations continued.
It was later that night, the couple was lying in bed. Natasha was admiring her ring as Oliver played with her hair.
"When did you have time to buy the ring?"
"I bought it a few days before we had our fertility appointment," Oliver explained.
Natasha nodded.
"I hope you didn't just say 'yes' since it's my birthday."
Natasha smiled. "I would say yes no matter what, Ollie."
"I know we're barely expecting our first child but how many children do you want?" Oliver asked, rubbing her belly.
"Maybe three or four. How about you?"
"I'd be fine with three or four as well."
Natasha giggled. "I expected you to say seven for a whole Quidditch team."
"I mean that would be nice but I've heard about labor and I don't want you to go through that pain."
"That's sweet, Ollie."
Oliver smiled and kissed her stomach lovingly.
"You know our first anniversary is in ten days and we find out the gender of our child on the fourth of January," Natasha smiled.
"Can't wait."
She smirked as she asked. "Would you like to continue unwrapping me?"
"Only if you're not too tired, I know pregnancy can tire you out," he said.
She yawned. "It's been a busy day, I am quite tired. Maybe soon though."
Oliver nodded. The couple soon fell asleep.