Epilogue (Two years later)(I'M MAKING A BLOODY SEQUAL!)

"Marcus? I'm pregnant." Marcus fainted.

"Hahahaha he passed out," Oliver laughed.

"Oliver? I'm pregnant." Oliver looked at Christina Wood, his wife, and fainted. Jessica Flint laughed.

"I can't believe they both fainted," she said. Chrsitina giggled.

"Not the first time Oliver's passed out."

0

"OH, DEAR GOD, THE BLOOD!" Oliver screamed. "OH MY GOD, I CAN SEE THE HEAD! UGH, THAT'S DISGUSTING!"

"SHUT UP!" Christina snapped. Oliver ran around the delivery room.

"Congratulations, Mr and Mrs Wood. It's a boy." Oliver pumped his fist in the air. When he saw his son, he ran to the sink and threw up.

"Sorry, he's not too good with blood," Chrsitina apologized, holding her arms out to carry her new baby boy.

"What are you going to name him?" the nurse asked. Chrsitina smiled.

"We both settled on a name. Scott George Wood."

In the room next door...

"WHAT THE HELL IS THAT? WHAT IS THAT? OH, MY DEAR MERLIN! WHAT THE BLOODY HELL IS THAT?"

"Mr. Flint! Calm down!"

"I WILL NOT CALM DOWN! WHAT IS THAT? Oh... OH! WHAT THE HELL IS THAT? THAT'S NOT A BLOODY HAND! THAT'S SOME SORT OF... RED... PLASTIC... THING!"

"MARCUS SHUT UP!" Jessica shouted at her husband.

"Congratulations, Mr and Mrs Flint. It's a boy." Marcus calmed himself down by taking deep breaths. "Have you decided a name yet?"

"Yes. Bradley Percival Flint," Marcus replied, looking at Jessica adoringly.

At the same time, Oliver and Marcus burst out of their rooms and bumped into each other.

"IT'S A BOY!" they both yelled.

"Marcus? Oliver? What're you two doing here?" a voice asked. Marcus and Oliver looked up.

"What the hell? Charlie? What're you doing here?"

"...Well... Emma just gave birth three days ago..."

"...This is messed up," Marcus said.

"What brings you guys here? Something happen?"

"Yeah... we haven't got to talk to you in a long time, huh?" Oliver said as he stood up. He and Marcus were sitting on the floor the whole time.

"Mm hmm, since the War. How's Christina? How's Jessica?"

"Good," Marcus said.

"They've," Oliver continued.

"Given birth," they said at the same time.

"Boy," Oliver said quickly.

"Boy," Marcus said at the same time.

"Scott George Wood."

"Bradley Percival Flint." Charlie looked from Marcus to Oliver.

"...Huh?"

"Long story short: we're dads," Oliver summarized. "How's Penelope and her daughter... what's her name? Bella? They live with you and Emma now, right?"

"Yeah, they're great. Percy won't stop bugging me, though, and it's annoying as hell." Oliver laughed.

"George won't stop talking to me, either. Keeps on asking how Alicia is, even though Oliver's the one who keeps in touch with her. I'll tell you, he was pretty happy when he found out that Alicia got a boyfirnd a couple months ago," Marcus said with a chuckle.

"I better go back in," Oliver said, pivoting on his heel and turning the knob. "Looks like our kids'll be going to Hogwarts at the same time, yeah?"

"Yeah," Charlie said with a smile.

"Just like old times," Marcus said.