Second Interlude

Percy glanced down at his husband's stomach. You couldn't really tell, but there was a small bulge. The muscle-y Quidditch player was losing his perfect six pack carrying the baby. But Oliver didn't mind; he wanted the baby a whole hell of a lot more than a perfect set of abs.

Percy couldn't believe that less than a year ago, he and Oliver had started dating. They had met each other at a pub at the beginning of summer and had begun dating. The brown haired man had admitted to a crush on Percy while they were still in school. The Weasley had been so flattered he had gone to every Quidditch game that Oliver's team played. And the tenth one, held just after school at Hogwarts started, had been in Paris. After the game (Puddlemere United, Oliver's team, had won). The couple had gone to the Eiffel Tower, where Oliver had proposed. Percy had done something totally uncharacteristic. He suggested they marry in Paris, that day. And they did.

The wedding had been small, with just the two and an old wizard willing to perform the ceremony, but Percy had thought it was the most romantic thing in the world. It was completely legal as well, so they didn't have to worry about having a larger ceremony.

Molly had fainted when she found out. The twins had been completely shocked, and the others didn't find out until Christmas. Arthur, however, had known before he had even seen them a week later; marriage certificates automatically created themselves, and someone from that department of the Ministry had told him.

The Quidditch player took on Percy's last name, joking that there were many Weasleys, and one more wouldn't hurt.

Then, when Quidditch season had ended, Oliver had brought up the subject of children. Percy, being smart, but totally oblivious, had pointed out that they were both males. So the first of the Weasley spouses had explained adoption, surrogate mothers, and the new technology of wizard pregnancy. After considering it, Percy had agreed to have children. Oliver had told his husband that he would quit Quidditch and carry the baby. After a little disagreeing, (Percy thought they should adopt.), Oliver finally convinced Percy by saying that their first child should be their own, should they decide they didn't want anymore children. They would adopt their second child later on.

Percy smiled slightly as his husband snored and laid his hand on the bump on Oliver's stomach. The red-head could hardly contain his excitement. There was a new life, growing this moment, inside of his lover, that was a combination of Oliver and himself. Percy felt like everything in the world was right, just because of the tiniest thing, slowly developing beneath his hand.

Oliver blinked sleepily as Percy kissed his stomach.

"Perce?"

His husband smiled at him. "I didn't mean to wake you, Ollie."

"You didn't," the hazel-eyed man told his husband. "I'm a month and a half along, and I think the baby's already made a pillow of my bladder."

Percy chuckled and helped the athlete up. The red-head made to get up, but Oliver glared at him, saying he didn't need any help. Percy sat back, knowing what pregnant people could be like when angered.

Oliver came back a minute later, smiling. Percy was not fazed by the sudden moon change. He had been around his mother when she was pregnant enough times to know what to expect.

The gorgeous Quidditch player slid back in bed and wrapped his arms around his husband. "We still haven't told my parents."

"Are you sure you want to?" Percy asked quietly, remembering the Woods' reaction to their wizard son being married to another man.

"I think we should. Just to let them know that if they want to see us, they can, "Oliver laid his hand on the smaller man's chest. "Who knows, they may get over it and want to see the baby."

"Maybe," Percy kissed his husband's forehead.

"You don't think they will?" Percy sighed.

"I don't know, Ollie. They reacted pretty badly," the Weasley told him.

"I know, love, but I'm going to extend the olive branch, sot hat if they some day decide they want to make amends, they'll know that it's okay to try," Oliver kissed the nape of his neck.

"All right, then. We'll tell them. We'll extend an Oliver branch tomorrow," Perce grinned at the pun. Olive rolled his eyes and slapped Percy on the arm playfully.

"'Oliver branch', honestly," Oliver muttered. Percy smiled at him.

"I'm glad we decided to do this," Percy whispered, rubbing his husband's stomach softly.

"So am I," Oliver kissed him and placed his hand on his lover's. "I love you, Percy."

"I love you, too, Oliver," Percy laced his fingers with the other man's.

"Do you have to go in to work today?" the Quidditch player asked as he kissed him again.

"I don't know. I suppose Dad could get by for one day without me," Percy said between kisses.

"I never thought I'd see the day when Percy Weasley intentionally skipped work," Oliver grinned, getting up to straddle the red-head's hips.

"And to shag, no less," Percy smirked.

"Perce, you're so naughty," Ollie teased. He started kissing Percy's neck when his stomach growled. Percy pushed the Quidditch player off of him and began getting up. "Percy, what the hell are you doing?"

"I'm going to make breakfast," Percy grinned as his own stomach growled.

"Oh, breakfast," Oliver's eyes lit up.

End Second Interlude