Those Hazel Eyes

A.N.: I know it's been a while, but I wanted this last chapter (yes, you've read it right) to be perfect. And I think it is now. I want to thank every single person that has read my story. You are all the best.
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'Nathan Quentin Wood, if your teeth aren't brushed in the next five minutes, I'm going to get your father.' I said in my most annoying tone. That boy was getting a will of his own. As stubborn as his father.

It was almost five years ago I gave birth to my son, and at times like these I really wished that I could control him more. But he was too clever, he knows I can't resist him. While his father, Oliver Wood, still used some kind of power that only a father can have.

'Are your teeth brushed?' I asked him once more. He looked up at me and gave me a cheeky smile. 'I'm going to get your father!' I tried once more. 'and you know what happens then.'

He giggled and sprinted out of the bathroom.

'That was the last time, Nathan. I'm going to look after dad.'

I went down the stairs and found Oliver in our nice, white kitchen. He was drinking coffee and reading the Daily Prophet with a little bit of concern on his face. When he saw me come in, his face lighted up. 'Hey, beautiful!' he greeted me. He jumped up and gave me a warm kiss.

'Your son is acting like a… five – year – old,' I sighed. I took a cup and poured some coffee in it.

Oliver smiled. 'That's maybe because he is five years old.' He looked at me. 'Well, I'll give him some fatherly attention. His teeth are brushed in no time!'

'How man kids did you want, again?' I asked him, just to be sure I misheard him last night.

'At least four more,' he said with a mischievous grin on his face.

'I might have to castrate you,' I said trying to look very serious by the way his face looked now. 'Now go and teach Nathan some manners!' Oliver quickly turned around and ran the stairs up.

Five minutes later, Nathan was downstairs fully clothed and teeth brushed.

'He's going to be a fine Quidditch player, later,' Oliver said, with a proud look on his face. 'He's so clever, smart and some good reflexes.'

I snorted. 'If he doesn't eat his porridge, he's not going to get out that door.' I said, trying to feed Nathan, he was again being a little anarchist.

'You are too soft,' Oliver said. 'Nathan, eat your porridge,' he said with a stern voice.

'I don't know how you do it,' I said sadly, while I saw Nathan eat his porridge.

'You love him too much, he knows that and he senses that, Kates. He's taking advantage of that.' He kissed me again and stroked my cheek. 'I have to go, I'm already a bit late for work.' He gave me one last kiss and an amazing smile and Apparated.

Later that day I had Alicia and Angelina visiting me. We were drinking coffee and thinking back of those good old days.

'Nathan is so cute,' Angelina sighed. She wanted a child as well, but George, who she married last year, wanted to wait a little more. 'George needs all the time he has. That bloody shop of his.'

'He's doing amazing business, Angelina,' Alicia said. 'Give him some time to get money. A baby isn't cheap. Katie here has all the luck in the world,' she said while she turned her face at me. 'A good looking boyfriend, successful and rich.'

I snorted. 'He has to work really hard for it, and you both know that. It's only the last three years that we have money. Before that his trainer never really saw the talent in Oliver.'

'Speaking of Oliver,' Alicia said with a little mystery in her voice. 'When are you two getting married?'

'Oh, please! You sound just like my mother and Oliver's. Those two ladies get along too well, if you ask me.' I rolled my eyes. It was only last week that Oliver's mother and mine were here all afternoon chatting about the potential marriage.

When I told my two friends about their speculations, they both laughed really hard.

'When's Davies going to pop the question, Alicia?' Angelina asked. Alicia grew blushed very hard. 'Actually, he asked me yesterday.' She showed her ring.

Angelina and me both yelled and hugged Alicia. 'Show me that ring,' I said. 'Sweet Merlin, he's also making a good living,' I said, looking at the big diamond stone.

Alicia shrugged. 'Woking at the ministry isn't that bad, no.'

'When are you going back to Hogwarts, Katie? My niece Marie asked me. Everybody's getting Charms from some old wizard, who doesn't know his stuff properly.' Alicia changed the subject.

'Next week, I'll be back. My vacation was long enough.' I said, while Nathan pulled my skirt. I took him on my lap.

'Hey Oliver!' Angelina said. I looked behind me and saw, indeed, Oliver standing behind me.

'Daddy! Daddy! Daddy!' Nathan yelled and leaped of my lap to sprint towards his father.

'Hey, little man!' Oliver said, while taking his son into his arms.

'We were just saying goodbye,' Alicia said, while standing up. 'Davies is waiting for me.' She said with a twinkle in her eyes.

'Oh, Angelina,' Oliver said. 'I wanted to ask you something. If it's all right with you and George, could Nathan spend the night at your place. I have a little surprise for Kates.'

I turned around and looked at Oliver.

Angelina smiled largely. 'I'd be glad to!' She took Nathan in her arms. 'Are we going to have a sleep over at auntie Angelina?'

I had to wear comfortable clothes and shoes… That's all he wanted to tell me. He had a smile on his face all afternoon. He was doing things behind my back, and that worried me… a lot. The last time he planned a surprise, he almost burned down our house.

When the night fell and I had wasted most of my afternoon, Oliver finally came downstairs with a suitcase in his hand. 'Are you ready?'

'Since you said you loved me,' I answered him.

He had planned a Portkey… right to Greece. The place I've always wanted to visit. We were sitting under the moonlight, having a lovely pick nick.

'You spoil me too much,' I said to him, while he was feeding me grapes. 'I might get fat if you keep doing such things as planning pick nicks or take me out to dinner every week.'

'I would still love you then,' he looked down at me. 'I wanted to ask you something.'

Uh – oh…

He took my arm gently, so I had to stand up.

'We've been together quite some time now and we have a marvellous son.'

This is not happening…

'I want to spend the rest of my life with you. I don't care where we end up, as long as I a with you.'

Breathe, Katherine. Keep breathing.

He went down on one knee and took a little black box out of his pocket and opened it.

I gasped. There was a beautiful blue sapphire ring.

'Marry me, Kates.'

He looked at me with his hazel eyes, identical to his son.

'Yes, I'll marry you, Oliver.'

And he kissed me.