Summary: Oliver spends the morning with Christina and Bethany

The next morning Oliver woke up. He squinted at the clock on the wall. He was supposed to leave before Bethany woke up and he nearly overslept. He hopped up and collected his belongings before walking to the kitchen and he wasn't expecting to see Mrs. Finch-Fletchley making some tea.

"Oh, good morning, Oliver," she smiled.

"Morning, Mrs. Fletchley. I was just about to leave."

"Please call me Sheila, you've been dating my daughter for almost eight months."

He nodded. "I'm just about to leave. Chrissy wants me to leave before Bethany wakes up."

"Did you sleep well?"

"I did. You and Christina look a lot alike."

Sheila said. "We do."

"Morning, Ollie." Christina greeted her boyfriend kissing his cheek as she walked into the kitchen.

He turned to her with an adoring look on his face. "Hey love."

"I decided you don't have to leave. Besides, I already told Effie that you're here."

Oliver nodded.

"Did you two have fun at the party?"

"We did. Oliver drank a bit too much so he decided to stay over."

"That's the responsible thing to do."

Christina walked over and poured a cup of tea for herself and Oliver. He was watching her every move.

"Here you go, Ollie," she smiled pressing the warm cup of tea into his hands.

"Thanks."

Sheila could sense that they wanted some time alone so she left the kitchen to go check on her granddaughter.

"I love you, Oliver," Christina smiled at him.

He grinned back. "I love you too."

"You're welcome to stay here as often as you want."

Oliver suggested. "You could just move in with me instead."

She frowned. "I'm not sure about that, Oliver."

"Maybe it's too fast for you to move in. We've only been together almost eight months," Oliver said.

"It's not that."

"What is it, love?"

"I'm scared. What if our relationship doesn't work out?" she fretted running a hand through her blonde hair.

Oliver put down his teacup on the table, took her teacup from her and put it on the table next to his before pulling her into his arms.

"I'm madly in love with you, Christina Sofia Finch-Fletchley. Nothing will change that. I want to build a home with you and Effie. I can't wait to be the father of your children."

She sniffled against his chest. "Sorry, I'm just a little traumatised from the way Scott treated me."

"I know, love," he replied, stroking her hair soothingly.

She looked up into his brown eyes and they were filled with sincerity and love. Scott's eyes were rarely filled with both at the same time.

"I'll never break your heart, I'll never make you cry, I'd rather die than live without you, I'll give you all of me (give you all of me). Honey, that's no lie (that's no lie)," Oliver sang in her ear.

She giggled. "Did you just sing the Backstreet Boys to me?"

Oliver looked curiously at her. "That's who that band is, Emma sings their songs a lot."

Before Christina could respond Bethany interrupted. Christina watched Oliver interact with her daughter. He was so good with her.

"Morning, mummy!" Bethany said.

"Morning sweetie, what do you want for breakfast?"

"Some sugary cereal and toast," she replied.

Christina nodded and started to make some toast.

"Will you make me some toast too? I'm starving," Oliver asked.

She smiled. "I can."

Oliver grinned back and picked up both teacups to heat them up in the microwave.

"I expected you to use magic."

Oliver put the cups in the microwave and set the timer. "It's alright."

"You don't have to hide your magic just because you're here, Ollie," she told him, going to the cupboard to look at the jams.

"I know."

"What type of jam do you want?" she asked.

Oliver thought for a moment. "Maybe strawberry."

She nodded. "How about you, Effie?"

"I wanna be like Oliver, Strawberry."

The beeper from the microwave went off and Oliver retrieved the two cups. Christina toasted the bread and began to put jam on it.

Oliver supervised Effie as she tried to pour her cereal. She overfilled the bowl and spilled a little of the milk. He grabbed a paper towel and wiped it up. Christina picked up her daughter's food and set it on the table.

"Well, you two seem to make a good team," Francis smiled at his daughter and her boyfriend.

"How long have you been there?"

"Long enough."

Christina nodded and sat down. Oliver and Christina drank their tea and ate their toast. After the meal, they were cleaning up.

"I probably should get back home," Oliver said reluctantly after they had cleaned up.

Bethany said goodbye to Oliver.

"So, I think it's time you meet the rest of my family," Oliver suggested, casually as they walked out to the porch hand in hand.

"I'd like that, Oliver."

He smiled and rested it over his heart. "My heart only beats this quickly when I play Quidditch but being with you makes it beat this fast."

"You're so corny," she giggled.

"I am but you love me for it."

"I love you for many reasons, Ollie," she smiled.

He leaned his forehead against hers. "Same here."

She smiled and pressed her lips to his in a passionate kiss. They stood there snogging like love sick teenagers with some hands beginning to wander.

"I probably should go as much as I want to continue this," Oliver sighed, pulling away after a few minutes.

Christina pouted as she watched him walk away.