A/N: You know the drill. I still don't own Harry Potter. And thank you to everyone who reviewed.

Atomic Elf, Tardychick06 and Lily Nicole Potter: I actually have two nieces as well as my nephew, but James is my first nephew. Plus, Julia and Natalie are my brothers' kids and he lives like four hours away; my sister lives ten minutes away. The only reason I have nieces and a nephew when I'm sixteen is my older sister is twenty-five and my oldest brother is twenty-six. (But they are my full sibs; my parents just took a seven-year break between Heidi and the twins. They said it was the whole "let's finish college" thing.) And thanks for the congratulations!

Iluv-Siri-Boy: The hitting Percy on the head thing started out as a joke with a reviewer, I can't remember who it was or find the reviews about it but we had this joke for a while. So, now, I'm actually putting it in the story. But never fear! Percy will survive the ordeal. (And it will be an ordeal to remember.) But it won't come until the next chapter. This chapter is devoted to The Proposal.

Lost Angel92: I like your thinking. Bad things will happen, caused by his brothers, of course.

Atomic Elf: Ha! You get TWO notes. Aren't you lucky? I want to make it hard for Percy because I remember in Order of the Phoenix how hard Percy abandoning the family was for Mrs. Weasley. I thought he needed to suffer for it.

Lily Nicole Potter: I completely understand about loving your weird family. My family is psycho. My younger sister (or my Irish twin) walked into our room one day and asked me what my favorite weather pattern is. Nikki is a good nickname but if you want another one, that'd be good too. It's up to you.

Sarahamanda: Thanks for reviewing every chapter.

Son gomay vidal goku: Yeah, I'm looking forward to having Bill and Charlie beat Percy over the head. That's going to be fun to write. Alicia's having a girl, Emily Sophia. (We'll ignore the fact that my baby sister is Sophia Emily.)

Tardychick06: Yeah, I'm not expecting my 18-year-old brothers to give me nieces or nephews anytime soon.

The reason this is coming up so fast is that I don't have school for three Fridays in a row. Then we have opening night for You Can't Take It With You and then we have another Friday off, then two Fridays with school, then Thanksgiving and our Class Rings! (The Class of 06 at my school is getting our class rings the day before Thanksgiving. I'm SO psyched! My ring is bee-yoo-tee-ful!)

The night before Valentine's Day, Nikki, Juliet, and Maria sauntered into Oliver's office. "We need to do a final check-up on you," Nikki announced. "We're making sure you're ready for tomorrow."

"We've prepared a checklist and everything," Maria added. "Are you ready for this, Ollie?"

Oliver rolled his eyes. "Yes, I'm ready." His sisters and Nikki were being weird. That was all he could think.

Juliet pulled a piece of parchment out of her pocket and cleared her throat. Then she put on a pair of spectacles. Oliver really didn't want to know where those had come from or what they used to be. "Ahem!" she coughed. "This is the official Oliver Thomas Wood proposing to Virginia Kathryn Weasley checklist compiled and composed by Maria Elizabeth Wood, Nicole Lily Green, and yours truly, Juliet Adriana Wood. Number one, do you have the ring?"

Oliver nodded and reached into his pocket. "Right here," he showed them the ring.

"It's a very nice ring," Maria remarked. "I love the diamonds." It was a white gold band with a larger diamond surrounded by eight smaller diamonds.

"It is a beautiful ring," Juliet commented. "All right, all systems are go on the ring. Next question, do you have everything taken care of with the lunch?"

"Yes, I've arranged everything with Harry's friend, Dobby. It's all taken care of. He'll bring the picnic basket here at eleven-thirty. Ginny and Callie will be here at eleven forty-five. Then we'll leave for Italy."

"All right," Juliet said making marks on her list. "That takes care of number two, three, and seven."

"How many questions are on this list?" Oliver asked. "How long is this going to take?"

"Oh, there's fifty questions," Maria said. "We should be done by curfew. But we brought an invisibility cloak in case we need it."

"As a teacher, I must insist that you're back in your dormitory by ten o'clock curfew. I can't bend the rules for you girls just because Maria and Juliet are my sisters. These are the rules and as a professor, I must abide by them."

"I told you he was the goody-two-shoes of the family," Juliet whispered to Maria. "I told you we couldn't rely on him for anything."

"That's right, kids, you're on your own for this one," Oliver told them seriously. "What's number four on this list of yours?"

"Do you have your clothes picked out?" Juliet asked, chewing on her quill. Oliver concluded it must have been a Sugar Quill. "Are you planning on wearing a nice outfit or do we have to pick it out for you?"

"Juliet," Oliver sighed. "I haven't even thought about what I'm going to wearing tomorrow. Let me guess, number five isn't a question but rather your plan for my outfit."

Juliet shrugged. "Guilty as charged. But in my defense, we have the perfect outfit for you."

Nikki nodded. "You'll be totally hot. Ginny will totally dig you."

"And what, pray tell, is this outfit?"

"Your dark blue jeans that we brought you from America last summer, your light blue t-shirt, and your black oxford shirt that Dad brought you from Paris last summer, that would be the perfect outfit. Oh yeah, and white socks and sneakers would be good with it," Maria recited.

"All right, I'll wear that," he moaned. "I've got this all taken care of. It'll be fine. Ginny loves me; she'll say yes. You three are going to be bed or I'm giving you all detention."

Maria moaned. "But we had so many other things on the list we needed to talk about with you. We were going to talk about when exactly during the meal you were going to ask her."

"I know what I'm doing here!" Oliver almost yelled. "I've been running through this in my head every day for over a month. I know how I want to ask her and what I want to say. I'm not sure you understand what Ginny means to me. I love her. She and Callie are my entire world now. The day she walked into my life changed everything. I was planning on remaining a confirmed bachelor for the rest of my life. I wasn't planning on a wife and children. I have a godson; that was enough for me. But then this amazing woman with a baby came into my life. Suddenly, I wanted to get married and have children with her. Ginny walked into my life and I fell in love. Maria, Juliet, Nikki, I am madly in love with Ginny and I can't imagine my life without her. I need her like I need air to breathe; she is the air I breathe."

Nikki gasped. "Wow. You really are gone for her. I can't believe it."

Juliet hugged. "My big brother's getting married!"

At ten-forty the next morning, Juliet, Maria, and Nikki walked into Oliver's office. He was wearing his blue jeans, the blue t-shirt, and the black shirt. "Looking sharp," Nikki whistled.

Oliver rolled his eyes. "Thank you. I'm glad you think so. But right now I'm more worried about how Ginny thinks I look."

"She'll love you," Maria assured him. "Don't worry about it. We're just here to check on you. Now we'll scram."

Oliver smiled. "I love you kids but thank you. This is a big day for me and I need some time by myself to get ready."

Twenty minutes later, Ginny walked into his office carrying Callie in her arms. Ginny was wearing a black skirt made of some kind of material that seemed like satin and a light blue off the shoulder top made of the same material. Her auburn hair was hung loose to the bottom of her shoulder blades. Callie was wearing a forest green dress that was so adorable on her. Her strawberry blonde hair was pinned back in a black barrette on one side. Oliver sighed. "Ginny, she's so sweet."

"What about me?" she teased. "Aren't I sweet too?"

"No, Ginny, you're the most beautiful woman in the world. There's no one else like you. You're everything to me, everything. Without you, I'm nothing."

Ginny looked at him. "Oliver, I love you too." Then she smiled. "I don't mean to be rude but are we going to Italy now?"

Oliver smiled. "You could never be rude to me. And yes, we're leaving now. We're taking the Floo Network to my uncle Ricardo's house. Then we'll go to the place where we're having the picnic from there." Oliver had already been to the Tuscan villa to drop off the picnic basket.

"That sounds lovely," Ginny sighed. "Shall we be on our way?"

Oliver nodded. "Certainly." He offered her his arm and grabbed some Floo powder with his free arm. They walked into the fireplace. "La Casa di Pazienza!" Oliver called.

Four minutes later, they were in the dining room of Ricardo Eusani's villa about ten minutes outside of Florence. "How are you related to this man?" Ginny asked.

Oliver smiled. "My mother is from Italy. She married my father and moved to Scotland. Let me tell you. Moving to Glasgow from Florence was a huge culture shock for Mum. But then how did you think my sisters got their names?"

"I thought they were named after the women in Shakespeare's plays."

"They are," Oliver said. "But some of their names are also Italian. My aunt and uncle to meet you before we go have our picnic." Oliver led Ginny into the living room of the house where Ricardo and Josephine Eusani were waiting to meet their nephew's girlfriend and her daughter. They were in their mid-fifties and neither of them was very tall. They both had dark brown hair and olive skin. "Ginny, this is my uncle, Ricardo Eusani and my aunt, Josephine. Uncle Richard, Aunt Josie, this is my girlfriend, Ginny Weasley and her daughter, Callie."

Ginny smiled shyly. She knew Oliver's parents and sisters, but these were the first of Oliver's relatives that she had met outside of his immediate family. How would they feel about her? How much did they know about Callie? How would they feel about Callie? She wanted them to like her so much.

To Ginny's immense relief and delight, his aunt came over to her and hugged. Then she kissed her on both cheeks. "I've heard so much about you from Maria and Juliet," she spoke with a heavy Italian accent. "I'm so glad that Oliviero has found such a wonderful woman to share his life with. This is magnificenza! Oh, Oliviero, she is so beautiful."

Ginny smiled, relieved. "It's nice to meet you, Signora Eusani."

"Ah, por favore, call me Aunt Josie. Everyone calls me that." She was such a sweet lady.

Oliver smiled. "Zia, I hate to interrupt, but Ginny and I are planning a picnic lunch together. So, I was thinking we should go off to it. We'll be back here around three."

"You will stay for dinner?" Josie asked.

"Only if you're cooking," Oliver replied. To Ginny, he said, "Zia Josie is a wonderful cook. She makes the best pasta in all Italy."

"Ah, Oliviero, you flatter me!" his aunt cried modestly.

Twenty minutes later, Oliver and Ginny were sitting on a sunny hilltop with a picnic basket and Callie. Oliver was unpacking the picnic basket. "I had Dobby cook for us," he told her with a smile. "I hope you like it."

"What did he make us?" Ginny asked, as she held her daughter in her arms.

Oliver picked up the packages of food. "Roast beef, two green vegetables, a doily to put the main dishes on top of, and currant juice. And there's some kind of desert but I'm not sure what it is. He told me to leave it in the basket until we were ready to eat it."

"What are the two green vegetables?"

"Peas and broccoli," Oliver told her. "He also made some food for Callie. It's roast beef mixed with mashed potatoes."

(A/N: Roast beef, two green vegetables, and doilies is a line from You Can't Take It With You, the play I'm currently student directing.)

"Sounds good," Ginny replied.

When they were done eating, Oliver looked at Ginny. "Ginny, you're the best thing that's ever happened to me. I don't know what I'd do without you. I love you. You and Callie are my entire world now. The day you walked into my life changed everything. I was planning on remaining a confirmed bachelor for the rest of my life. I wasn't planning on a wife and children. I have a godson; that was enough for me. But then this amazing woman with a baby came into my life. Suddenly, I wanted to get married and have children with her, with you. Ginny, you walked into my life and I fell in love. Darling, I am madly in love with you and I can't imagine my life without you and Callie. I need you like I need air to breathe; you are the air I breathe. I want to spend the rest of my life with you and Callie." He reached into the picnic basket and took the ring out of it. Virginia Kathryn, will you marry me? Will you and Callie let me become a part of your family?"

Ginny stared at him in shock and disbelief. She gasped. Then she smiled. "Yes, Oliver, I will marry you. Callie and I would be ecstatic to let you become a party of our family."

Then they kissed. When they pulled apart, Oliver slipped The Ring on his fiancée's finger. Ginny held her hand up and looked at the ring. "It's beautiful! I love it so much. Where on earth did you find such a beautiful ring?"

"It was my grandmother's wedding ring," Oliver told her with a smile. Then he kissed Callie's forehead. "And I have something for this little princess too." He reached into the basket again and took out a wrapped package the size of a breadbox. "Callie, this is for you," he said as he handed it to Ginny.

She handed him Callie and opened the present. It was a small wooden chest with Calandra Rose carved into the lid. "It's beautiful," Ginny whispered as she stroked the lid. It was made of a deep cherry wood.

"Open it," Oliver commanded as he played with Callie's fists. "There's something more in there for her."

Ginny opened the lid and gasped. She lifted out a soft pale pink chenille blanket. "It's so beautiful!" she whispered. "Thank you." She put her hand back in the chest and took out a necklace. It was two silver strands joined at the clasp with diamonds inlaid in both of them.

"I know it's too grownup for her and too big for her now, but it was my great-grandmother's. She gave it to me when she died and made me promise I would give it to my first daughter," Oliver was speaking softly.

"It's so beautiful." She kissed his cheek. "Thank for doing all of this for us."

"I love you both so much. I had to show you some how."

A/N: Well, that's that! I hope you liked it! Please review. For all you who have been reading When You See a Guy Reach for Stars in the Sky I'm still trying to figure out what to name the baby. Once I figure that out, I'll write the next chapter of that.