Sorry, I now I wanted to post last week, but I just couldn't write anything. My muse seems to be in some extra-long summer holiday…

I'm just going to say a quick THANK YOU to everyone who reviewed this time, since you already had to wait so long for the update. (answers to questions in the reviews are answered at the end this time).

Chapter 12

Happy Birthday

Angelina was lying on her stomach, the blanket just covering her bottom, leaving her legs and back free.

She felt something soft touching her neck, then her shoulder – the left one and then the right one – and then her back, slowly moving down.

Angelina opened her eyes lazily and looked at Adrian's chest.

"Finally awake?" she heard him ask before he kissed her back once again.

"What time is it?" she tried to stifle a yawn and turned around to lie on her back.

"Almost noon." Adrian replied and stroke with his fingertips over her stomach.

"How about we spent the rest of the week right here, in bed?" he asked when she shivered under his hand.

"Didn't Sophia tell you to show me the town?"

"Yes, but she will go and show it to your sister anyway when they come over at the end of the week and then we could just go with them. And until then, we could try for that baby…" Adrian's mouth closed around her nipple, his eyes looking at her face while he sucked gently.

"Adrian!" Angelina gasped while his hand left her stomach to wander underneath the blanket and moved between her open legs. She took his head in her hands and pulled him away from her breasts.

"How about a compromise then… I'll take you to Lucca for dinner. But until then…" his lips met hers and he heard her murmur an approval before his tongue conquered her mouth. Angelina let her hands fall from his face and brought them to his chest.

She ran her hands over his body, feeling his muscles tighten underneath them. Her foot moved slowly over his leg, trying to coax him to lie between her legs.

"And I almost believed you that you'd rather go to Lucca…" Adrian murmured as her hands reached his hips, her fingertips tracing small patterns on his skin.

"You're talking too much…" She said against his lips, but Adrian only touched hers lightly before he kissed his way over her cheek and to her ear.

"And I thought you like it when I talk…"

Angelina moaned, not sure whether it was of his words or the contact his body finally made with hers. Adrian's lips glided over her neck and he pulled her sensitive skin between his teeth when he finally sank into her.

She threw her head back and arched her back; her hands on his shoulders; her legs wrapped themselves around him trying to get even closer to him, to be one with him.

He seemed to sink deeper and deeper into her with each single thrust. Each touch their lips share seems to weave their souls together. And each single kiss of his hands on her body and her hands on his body seems to burn their bodies and create a new one – a single body – out of their two.

And in this rare moment of time, as their hearts beat together in the same rhythm, as their souls united and their bodies melted together, the life that was within her feed from this union, became stronger and stronger, and grew; prepared itself to live it's own life more and more.

One week ago:

"Wood, my office in five minutes." Adrian didn't see the worried looks the rest of the team send their keeper while he walked back to his office.

"Well, we did find it odd for him to accept you seeing his wife every now and then so easy." One of the chasers said silently as they watched Oliver walking inside the building. He walked into the office and closed the door behind him wordlessly.

"I don't like you seeing Angelina so often…"

"And I don't like you being married to her, but that's nothing either of us can change, is it?" Oliver interrupted Adrian, his head held high, his eyes full of his will to fight.

Adrian merely raised his eyebrows before he glared at the quidditch player.

"Actually I could change what I don't like but that is not the reason I wanted to speak to you."

"Then what is the reason I'm here?" Oliver asked bewildered.

"As much as I hate to admit it, I need your help."

"Why?"

Sometime during the afternoon, Adrian had taken Angelina to the small town his grandmother loved so much.

He had shown her the old town wall – the longest in Europe after the fall of the Berlin wall – which was overgrown with grass, the Guinigi-tower with its trees on top, the former amphitheatre which was now home to several families and of course some of the churches in Lucca.

Now they were sitting at a table in a romantic restaurant in Lucca.

"Buona sera." The waiter greeted them and handed Adrian the menu cards.

"You look surprised." Adrian said smiling to Angelina when they were left alone.

"I have to admit that I'm surprised that we actually made it into the town."

"It's not as though you complained when it took us a bit longer to come into the town." He replied grinning and Angelina looked down at her card to hide the blush that she felt rising in her cheeks.

Oddly enough she didn't feel like a married woman having dinner with her husband. As the waiter brought their wine and dinner she felt more like a teenager at the very first date – on a very expensive first date but a first date nonetheless.

"Your parents and Angelina's were good friends, weren't they?" Adrian asked and Oliver was even more confused.

"Yes, they were, but I still don't see what you want from me."

"Not much, just a favour – for Angelina's sake."

"And what would that be?"

The week did pass very fast. Probably due to the amount of time Angelina and Adrian spent in bed – not that she was about to complain – She had enjoyed every second of it.

Angelina opened her eyes slowly and stretched. It was way too early to be up already. Silently she wondered when she had started to become so lazy. It must almost be noon. She thought and yawned heartily.

"Good Morning."

Angelina turned around to see Adrian – very much awake – smiling at her.

"And happy birthday."

Angelina frowned slightly at this.

"I didn't think you'd know."

Adrian shrugged and tucked a strand of her hair behind her ear.

"There's a present for you lying on the nightstand." He said silently and watched her as she sat up, the cover held against her chest, and took the package from the nightstand. She unwrapped the bow and took the lid off of the box. A thin paper laid over the actual gift and Angelina lifted it slowly before she took the folding three-way-picture frame in her hands.

She gasped when she saw the three pictures it contained. She looked at each single one of them and then back at Adrian.

"How… how did you…"

"I asked Wood. I figured when his parents and yours were close he might have some pictures of them."

Angelina felt tears gathering in her eyes when her gaze fell on the pictures again. She didn't know what touched her more about the present, the fact that he had thought of giving her something to remember her of her parents, or the fact that he had asked Oliver for a favour for her.

"Do you like them?" Adrian asked and ran his thumb over her cheek, brushing the tear that had emerged her eye away from her skin.

Angelina smiled and nodded silently as she looked at the pictures. The one in the middle was from her parent's wedding. Her mother looked so beautiful in her wedding dress, and they both looked so very much in love.

The picture in the right frame had been taken only a few years later. Her mother sitting in an armchair, her father on the armrest and herself, only a few weeks old then, lying in her mother's arms.

But the one she loved most was the one on the left side. This one, she could actually remember being taken. She had just left Hogwarts and instead of going home she had gone to the hospital immediately after she left the train. Her sister had been born that day and the picture showed all four Johnsons in the hospital room.

Angelina turned her head to look at her husband.

"Thank you." She said and pulled his head towards her own.

"You don't know what this means to me." She whispered just before their lips touched. Adrian gently pushed her back onto the bed and carefully put the picture frame and the box it had been in on the nightstand before he covered Angelina's upper body with his own.

"Angie! Where are you?"

Adrian groaned against her mouth when they heard Julia calling her sister.

"I'll thank you tonight." Angelina promised when they let go of each other and left the bed to get dressed and have lunch with Sophia and Julia in the town.

TriGemini: (I just have to say this) When I read what you said about Sophia I couldn't help but remember Yoda's fighting scene in Star Wars: Episode II (where he walks in, leaning on a cane then fights better than anyone else and leaves again leaning on the cane :D)

Bratski: I LOVE the sims (my neighbourhood is filled with HP-Characters :D

Angelina-fan: I'm definitely going to write an Angelina/Montague fic (I'm planning to write one after KfaR – just need a good idea, but with my muse being on holiday…). But I don't think I'll ever write an Angelina/Draco story. I just can't see them together. I'd always see the kid-Draco with grown-up-Angelina… no, not good… I guess I better stay with the Slytherins who are her age or older than her…

Xmusecliox: I think I've seen the hoover in a tv-show here in Germany once (it didn't work… was really funny, there was a 'race' between a woman who is quite prominent in Germany for … lets say speaking what she thinks when she thinks with the dyson-hoover against a comedian who looks like he's still living in the 80's with a normal (german) hoover. The man won. Dyson didn't work at all, in the end, the guy was cleaning up the woman's part too :D… but I really didn't think of the hoover when I decided on the name. I was just browsing on a page with names and searched for old English names for the males in the story and Dyson just happened to be one of them… (and I picture him better looking than a hoover ;p)