It was now Valentine's Day, the couple was meeting in Hogsmeade for a date. Natasha was sitting in the Three Broomsticks waiting for Oliver to arrive as their daughter kicked rapidly.
"Sorry, I'm late, love," Oliver said rushing in to greet her with a kiss.
"Hey Ollie," she said, struggling to get up.
"There's no need to get up, love," he said.
She giggled. "It's alright. I need to get up."
"Has she been kicking a lot?"
"Yes, she has. I'm up most of the night," she explained sitting back down.
"I'm sorry, love. I'm the reason you're in this situation."
She giggled again. "I clearly enjoy the conception, Ollie."
Oliver leaned over, took her hand and began fiddling with her engagement ring.
"Can we discuss names?" she asked.
"Sure, love."
"I was going to use the name Laurel for my stillborn daughter, so that name is out," she said.
"That's a pretty name, it works with my last name too."
She nodded. "I also like the name, Megan."
"I like that name too," Oliver smiled.
"Do you want her go by your name or a hyphenated version of Butler-Wood?" she asked.
"I think I like the hyphenated version a little better. I don't mind our daughter having both our names."
Suddenly their daughter moved inside of Natasha.
"I suppose she likes that idea," Natasha smiled as she rested her hand on her stomach.
"Can I feel our daughter kick?"
Natasha smiled, took his hand and rested it on her twenty eight week baby bump as their daughter kicked.
"It's amazing," Oliver said.
"Ollie, are you crying?" she asked noticing the tears in his eyes.
The only time she remembers seeing him cry was when he won the Quidditch Cup.
"Yes, I am. I know it's not macho but it's amazing to feel my daughter kick."
She smiled at him. "We made this little person."
"We sure did."
She stayed in Hogsmeade for the rest of the day. She escorted him back to the castle.
"Hello Miss Butler," McGonagall greeted her.
"Hello Headmistress," she said as Oliver helped her climb the last stair.
"How far along are you in your pregnancy?" she questioned.
"To be precise, twenty eight weeks and two days. I should be due in May. Though women in my family are known to deliver early."
Oliver said. "I'll be on high alert around then."
She smiled and kissed his cheek. She stayed at Hogwarts for awhile then used McGonagall's floo to get home.
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It was now mid March, Natasha was having her baby shower today. She was excited.
"Hello dear," Doris greeted her granddaughter.
"Hi gran."
Doris smiled. "You're almost ready to burst, aren't you?"
"Well, I'm due in six weeks what do you expect?"
"Merlin, I'm old. I'm going to be a great gran," Doris said, shaking her head.
Natasha hugged her gran as Oliver's mum and sister walked in. The rest of the attendees arrived. There were ten people in total.
"I'm going to be a gran in six weeks, I can't believe it," Mary Anne said resting her hand on her daughter's stomach.
"It's really gone fast," Natasha said.
Mary Anne sighed. "I wish your sister was alive to meet her niece."
"I do too, mum. But she isn't."
Sharon was the first one to react. "Oh, what happened to your oldest daughter?"
"She was bitten by a snake a month before Natasha's eleventh birthday," Mary Anne explained with a sniffle.
"That's horrible. I can't imagine losing my daughter," Sharon smiled at Emma.
"It was so hard on our family. Natasha didn't have any other girl role models besides me and I know she didn't want to be like me, especially at that age. She was quite lonely at Hogwarts."
Amanda spoke up. "Until she met me when Snape paired us up."
"I'm really glad you two met. She needed you."
Amanda smiled and leaned over to take Natasha's hand. "I needed her too."
"Stop it, you two. You're going to make me cry even more," Natasha said wiping her nose.
The shower continued. After the shower, Natasha was putting the presents away in the nursery. Her daughter was kicking very hard so she took a break after a while.