It was now December, Oliver walked inside his house to the smell of his fiancée's Christmas cookies.
"Daddy!" Megan yelled running towards her dad in her Snitch pajamas that he had bought her.
He grinned and picked her up. "Hey Meggy, where's your mummy?"
"Hey Ollie," Natasha smiled walking in behind her excited daughter.
Oliver greeted her with a kiss as Megan covered her eyes. After the kiss, Oliver put her down and she ran off.
"I've missed you so much," Natasha said.
"Are you talking to me or my 'little' Oliver," he teased.
"Both," she winked eyeing her fiancé's erection through his trousers.
Oliver smirked. "Maybe I can get a round of birthday sex once Meggy is asleep."
"You just might, Ollie," she smiled at him flirtatiously.
"How long until she goes to bed?" Oliver asked eagerly.
Natasha said. "She just got out of the bath. You can put her to bed and I'll make you something to eat."
He was about to protest but his stomach growled loudly instead.
"Daddy, read me a story!" Megan exclaimed running towards her dad with a storybook in her hands.
Oliver smiled again and picked her up. He carried her to bed as Natasha began plating some leftovers for him to eat. She heated them up with a heating charm and set them on the table just as Oliver walked in. Instead of sitting down at the table he wrapped his arms around Natasha who was still standing by the counter.
"Ollie, you have to eat. I heard your stomach growling loudly."
He groaned. "Can't I just eat you, I'm so bloody horny it's not even funny."
"I can tell," she smirked feeling his erection poking her bum.
"You're a bloody tease," he moaned.
"How about this, I'll go change out of my 'mum' clothes and change into something more sexy," she cooed.
"You look sexy in your 'mum' clothes anyway," Oliver said.
"I beg to differ," she said.
Oliver let her go and she walked towards their bedroom. He couldn't deny he was starving so he ate the dinner that Natasha had heat up for him.
"I'm ready, Ollie!" she called seductively from their room.
He gobbled up the last bite of his dinner and walked towards their room only to see his fiancée lying down in a piece of very sexy lingerie.
"Hey Ollie, you like what you see?" she asked looking up at him innocently.
He grunted in response. She smirked, crawled over to the foot of the bed, reached up and pulled him down by the collar of his robe.
"I never knew you were the type to wear lingerie, Natty," he said.
"Usually I'm comfortable in just your Quidditch jersey but the girls convinced me to buy it. They wanted to spice up their bedroom experience too," she said.
"Thank them for me, will you?" he asked, eyeing her breasts hungrily.
She nodded as a short foreplay began. By the end of foreplay, Oliver was completely naked. Natasha eyed his chest as he crawled over her.
"I'm ready to be inside you," he said.
"You certainly are, Ollie," she winked cradling his erection in her hands.
"Fuck, if I don't get inside you soon I'm going to lose it like a bloody schoolboy," Oliver grunted.
She smirked as she dropped his erection.
"I think we're out of condoms, though," Oliver said going through their bedside drawer.
"Does that mean you don't want to continue?" Natasha pouted.
Oliver didn't reply he just entered her slowly. She moaned in pleasure.
The couple made love for the next few hours.
"That was bloody amazing," Oliver sighed contently pulling Natasha to his chest.
"It was."
"Do you want start trying for a second child?" Oliver asked.
"I do. I hope we have a son so he can be a mama's boy like our daughter is a daddy's girl."
"That's why it's so easy for me to put her to bed," Oliver said.
"Yeah, I noticed it only took you ten minutes while it usually takes me thirty."
The couple fell asleep.