I have received a complaint from my friend Matt, one of the twins, because I said that Charlie was the only REAL Scott in this story, in reality, pretty obviously, Matt is also Scottish as they are twin brothers. SORRY MATT! Anyway, thank you for the lovely lovely reviews, especially from Renn, Roses of the Storm, Slytherin-phantom-girl and George and Fred Weasley! Its so exciting to get one when I open my e mail! Another short chapter but I like to keep you happy!

Percy woke very early the next morning. After his now regular bout of morning sickness, he trudged downstairs, leaving Oliver in what looked like a very uncomfortable position, still asleep. His head was tucked down into his chest as the rest of his body curled up on top of him. Percy wasn't really in the mood to give him any help, he thought it would be quite fitting for Oliver to suffer a little after Percy had just heaved up the entire of his stomach contents. Imagine what it would have been like if he had had a hangover too! He tugged the tie around his dressing gown tighter as he wandered through the labyrinth of freezing cold corridors to reach the kitchen. That was one problem with having a large house, it was very rarely hot throughout its entirety.

As Percy entered the kitchen, a wave of warmth poured over him due to the constant heat produced from the aga. Witch, their fluffy little cat was perched on the work surface above the aga and was sleeping peacefully until Percy gently lifted her off in order to prepare some porridge. With a wave of his wand, he sterilised the surface and took a pan from the glass fronted cupboard to his right. He paused in thought for a few moments whilst studying the rail that hung above the stove. This was in order to choose which sized spoon to use when stirring the oats in the particular sized pan he had picked out. Percy was very precise with things like that.

With as much precision as it took to prepare a very complicated potion, Percy stirred the bubbling contents of the pan until they were the perfect consistency for him to consume. Bending down, he lifted a large, heavy china bowl from the cupboard sandwiched in between the dishwasher and the sink. When Percy was sat at the oak table, his feet resting on the chair opposite him to save his feet from getting cold, he eventually dug into his breakfast. After speaking to his mother the day before, she had advised him to eat porridge for breakfast. That way there would be something substantial in his stomach but which hadn't been drowned in oil and grease.

Percy was half way through consuming his bowl of steaming porridge, Oliver sauntered in, one hand massaging his neck whilst the other was pressed against the small of his back.

"Morning love. How are you?" Oliver asked, resting his head atop Percy's.

"Oh, as well as can be expected after throwing up every meal I've eaten in the last three days." Percy sighed as he spooned another scoop of oats into his mouth. Oliver slipped his hands around his husband's neck and cupped them in front of Percy's chest.

"I'm sorry Perce. It'll all be over soon though." He said, nuzzling the side of Percy's head before kissing him lightly on the cheek.

"I know. But we'd better be getting ready, we have an appointment at St Mungos in," Percy glanced at the clock on the wall, "Forty minutes."

The two got ready and kept their appointment. Percy had a few tests to check that his body was changing at the correct pace and in the correct way. They were given a rough timetable on each of the stages that Percy's body should be progressing through. To their delight, the morning sickness was due to end in a few weeks and would not go on for the entire pregnancy. The doctor was perfectly happy in Percy getting help from his uncle throughout the next eight months and he didn't expect them to attend the group sessions. The doctor gave Percy an outline on the recommended diet but seeing as he had always been a careful eater, there didn't seem to be any problem with changing his diet, so long as he kept a high intake of protein to help the development of his child, he would be fine. There were no problems whatsoever with his development and when Percy and Oliver left, they felt on top of the world.

As soon as the two got home and had closed the door behind them, Oliver seized Percy around his waist and lifted him up, spinning him around in the process, drawing a joyful laugh from his husband. Percy turned his head down to gaze at Oliver, a truly contented smile on his lips.

"Thank you Oliver." He whispered. Oliver kept him in the air easily and smiled up at him, a slightly bemused air around his features. Percy giggled softly and rested his forehead against Oliver's, closing his eyes before he spoke.

"Thank you for making me the happiest person alive."

Percy opened his eyes and stared into his husband's warm brown orbs. Oliver saw nothing but undoubting happiness. Oliver leaned up to place a kiss on his beautiful husband's lips, but the moment was interrupted by the harsh sound of a tiny beak tapping at the window.

I'm so so SO sorry but I wont be able to update for a few days, Saturday at the earliest so PLEASE don't eat me! I'll make the next chapter very special! Also, please review! See ya soon!