A/N: Many thanks to my four wonderful reviewers. I don't own Harry Potter or anything you recognize from the book. I'm going to have to go back through the first three chapters because I screwed up the dates. (I discovered this while looking at my new calendar.)

Roe Merrifield: Glad someone is so enthusiastic! I'm sorry it takes so long to update. I'm a busy, busy girl.

IHopeForAnarchy: I only have ten siblings and four of them have moved out. Plus I'm never home and when I am home four of my six younger sibs are out of my way. (Except at dinner and when I have to take them shopping or to the library-never take a baby, a three-year-old, a five-year-old, and a nine-year-old to the library; that was scary.) Thanks so much for reviewing. (I'm a terrible big sister and cousin; I tease the life out of all my sibs and cousins.) But I did get a snow day yesterday; I found that out about ten minutes after I reviewed your story.

Ilikeoliverwood: I'm sorry! It takes me awhile to get around to things.

Trinity Cloud: Here you have it!

Chapter Four: I Don't Care

Monday, July 25, 2005: 7:09 PM the Woods' House

Katie was sitting on the back porch with her daughters while Oliver and the boys goofed off in the yard. Chris and Kiernan were chasing Oliver around the yard; he was running very slowly so they could catch him easily. Chris and Kiernan were taking turns catching their father, but Kiernan, being the taller of the two boys, was having more success. "Mummy," Mary asked. "Why do Kiernan and Chris keep chasing Daddy in circles? It's kind of stupid game."

Katie smiled at her daughter and shook her head. "I know honey; I don't get it either. All I know is that my brothers used to do it too; it must be a guy thing." (Seriously, when we were little my brothers would get my dad to chase them all over the place and they thought it was the greatest thing on earth; I thought it was stupid.)

Mary nodded. "Oh," she said, like she now understand the secret meaning of life that all our parents know but never tell us. She sat in silence for a few moments, then said, "Mummy, why are boys more crazy than girls?"

Her mother shrugged. "I guess it's just in their nature. Men are just wilder than women. Why do you ask?"

"I just wondered. Sometimes, I wish I could Kiernan and Christopher in for sisters. I think I'd like to have more sisters and fewer brothers. Emma isn't as wild as Kiernan."

Her mother smiled. "Give her a couple of years, Mare. She'll be just as crazy as your brothers are in a little while. Besides, you aren't exactly sedate yourself."

"What does sedate mean?" the little girl asked.

"Calm," Katie replied. "Not a member of the Wood family."

Oliver walked over to his wife carrying two exhausted boys. "What's not a member of the Wood family?"

"A calm, sedate person."

He smiled. "You used to be calm, Madame Katherine."

"Then what happen, Monsieur Oliver?"

"You married me," he replied with a teasing smile. "And I corrupted you. I made you yell, sing loudly, laugh out loud, and talk in an outdoor voice when you're inside."

"I don't care," she replied. "You may have made me loud, but I taught you that chocolate is among the finer things in life. I taught you the value of eating healthy foods and chocolate."

"You taught me that a well-balanced meal consisted of a salad, a main dish containing carbohydrates and protein, and chocolate."

Mrs. Wood smiled. "Exactly, Muggle nutritionists will tell you that there are six food groups, but my mother taught me that there's really only one."

"What's that?"

"Chocolate," she replied with a smile. (My mom really does say that; chocolate is the only food group.)

Oliver shook his head and kissed his wife. "Eww!" Kiernan yelled. "That's gross! Daddy, watch out or you'll get cooties!"

"Daddy" laughed. "I think it's time for bed."

"I don't think so," Kiernan replied.

"But I do," his mother told him. "Daddy and I both do."

"I don't care," the little boy replied.

"Kiernan," his mother warned.

"I'm not listening to you," Kiernan replied, sassing his mother. "I don't have to listen to you."

"Kiernan Thomas Wood," Oliver yelled. "You're going to bed now! You will not talk to your mother like that." He handed Christopher to Katie. "Honey, put Chris to bed when you put Mary and Emma to bed; I need to deal with Kiernan."

Katie nodded. "All right, I'll see you in our room when you're done."

He smiled. "I'll be there." With that, he readjusted Kiernan in his arms and went inside.

His wife looked at her remaining three children. "Well, I suppose I should get you three to bed now."

"Yes, Mummy," Mary said as she followed her mother into the house.

Monday, July 25, 2005: 9:06 PM in Oliver and Katie's Bedroom (No, it's not what you think!)

Oliver walked into his bedroom to find his wife wearing pale green pajama pants and a white camisole. He shook his head. "Katie, when am I going to walk in here and find you wearing lacy, frilly nightgowns?"

"When it stops being cold at night in the Scottish highlands," she replied. "Or when you take me on a Caribbean cruise." She smiled that smile that Oliver loved more than anything else in the world. "Listen, buddy, if you want to work on baby number five some time tonight, you might want to get a move on it because those kids of yours woke me up at five-thirty this morning."

"My kids? They're just my kids now? I thought we both had an equal share in that responsibility."

"We do, most of the time. But there are some days when they have to be your kids because they're just so crazy."

"Mrs. Wood, are you saying that are not crazy?"

She smiled at her husband and beckoned him to join her on the bed. "Darling, I would never say such a thing. I know perfectly well that I am psychotic; I'm just reminding you that you are not only psychotic but also more psychotic than I am."

He sat down next to her on the bed and kissed her. "I love you, Katherine."

She kissed him back. When they pulled apart, she whispered, "I love you too, Oliver."

His hands strayed to the straps of her camisole and began moving them slowly down her shoulders. Her eyes betrayed that she was enjoying this; he kept going.

Monday, August 1, 2005: 6:05 AM the Wood House

Oliver rolled over to wrap his arm around Katie but she wasn't there; this jolted him awake. He looked around, but she wasn't in the room. Then he looked at the bathroom door and saw that it was closed. He climbed out of the warm bed and walked over to the door; as he pressed his ear against it, he could hear an all too familiar retching sound. The last time he'd heard that noise was the first three months of her pregnancy with Emma. He smiled hopefully; maybe this meant that baby number five was on the way.

Oliver knocked on the door. "Katie, do you want me to come in there? Do you need anything?"

There was a pause in the retching. "Can you get me my medical texts and my wand? I need to see if I'm pregnant."

"All right," came the reply. "I'll be back in a minute."

Finding Katie's wand was easy; she kept in on her bedside table. Her books were in the library downstairs. He ran down there. There were dozens of books there. Her medical texts were in various places. The ones for pediatric care were readily accessible but most of the others were harder to find. He scanned the shelves until he found the book on obstetrics and gynecology; it was on a high shelf and he'd need a ladder to get it down.

Five minutes later, he ran up the stairs and opened the bathroom door. "I've got everything," he said to Katie who was leaning against the bathroom wall. Her long brown hair was tangled and had fragments of barf in her hair.

"Thanks," she answered, groggily. She took the things from him. "Oliver, you're the best."

He smiled. "Do you need anything else?"

"Some moral support would be nice. If you wouldn't mind, could you just sit in here and keep me company. I'm a little nervous; I mean, I've done this three times before, but each time, I'm still scared."

He sat down on the counter and waited. She opened the book and found the page labeled "Are you pregnant?" She read the instructions and followed them. "It says you pee in a cup and recite the spell. If you're pregnant, it'll turn blue after three minutes and if you're not, it'll turn gray."

For three minutes, they sat there and stared at the cup; its contents turned blue. Oliver smiled. Katie looked up at him. "I'm pregnant!" she screamed.

Oliver Wood picked his wife up and swung her around. He kissed her and grinned. "You're pregnant! We're going to have another baby!" he screamed.

Katie smiled and kissed her husband. Then she looked at him seriously. "We should be a little quieter; we don't want to wake the kids up just yet."

He nodded and kissed her forehead. "My life is but to serve you, milady."

She laughed. "This could be fun, having my own person slave for the next eight and a half months."

"Oh no!" he said suddenly. "We're not doing that game. I'll be your servant when you need me, but I will not be your personal slave. We do have children to take care of, you know."

She shrugged. "I guess you have to take care of them some of the time."

Then they kissed again.

Monday, August 8, 2005: 5:09 PM the Wood House

Oliver walked into his house that evening to find an absolute mess. Emma was screaming, Christopher and Kiernan were climbing all over the furniture, and Mary was sporting a black eye. There were clothes, toys, and other oddments strewn about the house. "Where on earth is your mother?" Oliver bellowed, picking up Emma and Mary.

"She's sick," Kiernan announced, jumping from the couch to the coffee table. "She's laying on the floor in the kitchen."

Ignoring the fact that his son was jumping around, Oliver stared at his son. "Your mother is laying on the floor in the kitchen?"

Kiernan nodded. "She was making dinner when she just fell over."

Oliver sprung into action. "Kiernan, use the Floo powder to contact Aunt Alicia or Aunt Annie. Whichever one you get, tell her to come here right away."

"Yes, Daddy," Kiernan said, and immediately began following his father's directions.

"Ask her to help Mary and Emma. I'm going to see about your mum." As he said this, he set his daughters down.

"Yes, Daddy," Kiernan said, as he threw Floo Powder in the fire and yelled, "The Woodlands." The Woodlands was the name of Alicia and George's house.

A few minutes later, Alicia Spinnet-Weasley walked into the kitchen. "How is she?"

Oliver looked up at her. Katie was sitting up and leaning against the cupboards. "She was conscious when I got in here; she's doing much better. How are the kids?"

"Emma stopped crying after I rocked her for a while; I'm going to fix her a bottle because I'm pretty sure she's thirsty. I need some ice for Mary's eye. And Kiernan and Chris are under a spell to make them sit still until you're able to deal with them. Oh yeah, and I did a quick spell to clean up the living room. So, the house is back in order and your kids are under control."

Oliver smiled. "Thanks."

Katie nodded from her place leaning against the cupboards. "Thank you, Alicia. I really appreciate this."

Alicia smiled. "It's no trouble. Kates, you're one of my best friends; I'd do anything for you." Then she set to work fixing a bottle for Emma. "I'll be out of here in a minute."

After Alicia left the kitchen, Katie looked at her husband. "What did she mean about Mary's eye, making the boys sit still, and cleaning up the living room?"

Oliver sighed. "When I got home, there were toys and things strewn all over the living room, Mary has a bloody eye, the boys were jumping around the furniture, and Emma was screaming her head off."

Katie shook her head. "I can't believe I just passed out."

"Katie, you're pregnant; it's par for the course. You'll be over it in a few months."

She sighed. "How do we know that? Oliver, how would you feel if we hired a nanny? It would be just until the baby comes."

Oliver shrugged. "I don't know. I just I'd have to think about it. I mean having another person move into the house and having her take care of the children, I'm just not sure about it. I have to think about it."

"We can talk about it some more," she told him reassuringly. "If nothing else, Anna just finished school a little over a month ago; I know she's looking for a job. And she is the children's aunt."

Oliver smiled. "I think that might work, but I still want tonight to think about it. It is a good idea, but I just need some time to think. When we first got married, I thought we agreed no nannies."

"But we weren't expecting this to happen. We weren't expecting me to get sick all day, everyday; we weren't expecting me to pass out while making dinner. Oliver, this pregnancy isn't like the other ones," Katie insisted. "This one is more difficult."

A/N: Well, here you go. Please review! Remember reviewsencouragement.