All About Loving You

Chapter 17: Vacation

I was packing again. Only a week ago I was unpacking my trunk, but that same night I received a letter from Oliver telling they would leave next week. His parents were picking me up the next morning and I was searching for my last pieces of clothing.

My mother entered my room with my clean underwear. I sighed with relief. "Thanks, mum." I said, giving her a quick hug. I pulled my underwear out of her hands and threw them in my bag.

"Honey, we have to talk." My mother said, she sat on my bed and had the most serious look on her face. This wasn't good. "You're leaving on vacation now and you and Oliver are going to spend a lot of time on your own."

Oh no, this is not happening…

"Hot and nice weather can do strange things to human beings… So I just might warn you."

If she's going to say what I think she's going to say, I'm going to explode.

"The chances are big you're going to have sex on your holiday." My mother concluded, looking at me with seriousness in her eyes.

"Sweet Merlin, mother!" I said. I felt my face grow red and turned around so she couldn't see it. "Oliver and I are only a few months together and I don't feel like having sex."

My mother chuckled. "Your dad and I had sex for the first time when we were together for only two weeks."

"Mother! I don't want to hear it!" I put my hands on my ears. This was the most humiliating conversation ever. I didn't want to know when my parents lost their virginity.

She stood up and turned me around, so she was facing me again. "I'm not forbidding you to have sex, honey. I just want you to be protected." She pushed something in my hands. I looked at it and saw it were condoms. I dropped them immediately.

"Holy shit! Mother, you can't expect me to take these along! What if his parents find it, they'll think I'm some kind of slut!" I pushed the things further away from me with my foot.

"I talked to his parents and they promised me they'd have the same chat with their son."

"You did not! I can't go with them anymore," I said hysterically. I was pacing up and down my room. "You just ruined it for me. His parents will think I'm some kind of freak." I started unpacking my bag again. I threw my freshly washed underwear back into my closet.

My mother placed his hands over mine. "You both are seventeen years old, and I'm not stupid nor blind. I see the two of you will last forever so I'm just saying that the chance exists you will have sex this summer." She took the condoms from the ground and put them in my bag. "Use them when you need them." She gave me a kiss on my cheek and left my room, leaving me with a shocked expression on my face.

The next morning, I was pulling my bag down the stairs. Oliver and his parents were waiting downstairs, all having a nice chat. I only hope the topic wasn't about sex. I tied to pick my bag up, but it was too heavy. Seth saw me struggle and helped me.

"Sweet Merlin, what are you dragging along?" He said, while he tried to pick my bag up. He managed to get my bag downstairs, he made it clear he'd have a lumbago if he had to carry it a second longer.

"Thanks, Seth." I gave him a kiss on the cheek and entered the living room, where Oliver and his parents were sitting.

"Ah, there's our guest." Oliver's dad said, when he saw me enter. "I guess it's time to leave!" He jumped up enthusiastically.

"We'll be gone for three weeks, Mrs. Bell," Oliver's mother said to my mother while they were shaking hands. "We'll return her to you safe and sound."

"I'm sure you will," my mother said. She turned to me and hugged me one last time. "Remember what I said," she whispered to me.

"Mother!" I whispered back, poking her in the ribs. "Not here!"

"We need to leave, Kate." Oliver said, holding my hand. "Or we'll miss the portkey."

I smiled at my mother and brother and felt sad for leaving them, but excited to go on vacation with the man that I loved. I placed my finger to an old boot and suddenly I was pulled away.

I looked around in the immense building his parents owned. They had guided me into a large room that Oliver and I would share, with a double bed and large windows, with a view to the Mediterranean Sea. I dragged my bag to the bed.

"Let me do that," Oliver said pulling my bag up. "I just don't understand why women have to drag their whole closet with them."

I chuckled. I took Oliver's hand away from my bag and pushed him on the bed.

"What are you doing, Katherine Bell?" He said, while I crawled on top of him.

"I want to make out with you." I said, kissing him deeply.

"Remember what your mother said to you." He said, smiling.

"You've got the same lecture from your parents?" I said, looking at him. I knew that my mother had told me that she had spoken to Oliver's parents, but I was hoping she was bluffing the other day. His eyes were sparkling with pleasure.

"Yes, the very same I think." He grinned. "I never thought my parents were so updated about sex. They explained everything to me."

"Everything?" I looked at him, with eyes as great as Galleons.

"Everything. They even gave me the Kama Sutra."

I rolled off of him and rubbed my face. "I feel so embarrassed. My mother gave me condoms!"

Oliver chuckled. "At least, we're prepared if it happens." He placed his arms around my waste.

"Do you think it'll happen?" I couldn't see his face, and I half wished his answer would be yes.

"I don't know, but if it does I hope it'll be in this very room." His breath tickled my neck and I just wanted to kiss him when our door flew open and his three-year-old brother came into the room.

"Ollie!" He said, while swaying toward us. Oliver's name was too difficult for him to pronounce.

"Little ickle Josh!" Oliver said, rolling off the bed up and picking his brother up. Not long after that, Annelina entered the room.

"I'm sorry, he pulled away from me."

"That's ok." Oliver said, holding his brother upside down. "He's always been too curious and too keen to be with his big brother, haven't you Josh?"

Josh answered with giggling when Oliver tickled him, still holding him upside down. I looked at the scene and I felt my heart melt. His parents had tried for years to have more kids after Oliver was born, but mother nature didn't want to co-operate. When they had given up hope, Mrs. Wood was pregnant with Annelina. And when they decided to have a third child, nature refused again. But one day she woke up being very sick and when Mrs. Wood took a pregnancy test, she found out she was with child, again.

Annelina sat next to Katie on the bed and saw her two brothers playing with each other. "He's so great with kids," she said, looking sideways at me. "He always told me he wanted to have seven kids so he could have his own Quidditch team."

I snorted. "We'll see about that."

"I'm glad you're here, Katie." Annelina said. "Oliver was so annoying. You've been apart for one week and he missed you like crazy."

"How cute!" I said, looking at Oliver blowing on Josh's belly. "But I'm sure when you talk to my mother she'll say you the same thing about me."

Annelina laughed. "You two are the cutest couple."

Oliver looked at me and game me a smile. I blew him a kiss.

"Here you all are!" Mr and Mrs Wood entered and looked at their three children. "You guys are the craziest people I have ever seen." Mr Wood said while he picked up his youngest son. "Anyway, we're going to the store and we are you all dragging along."

Annelina moaned.

"No excuses, young lady!" Mrs Wood said, pretending to be mad at her daughter. "Tell me, Katie. Do you cook?" She pulled me off the bed.

"A little," I said, while we walked out of the house. "I know how to boil potatoes, my mother hates it when she does it the magically way. So she taught me and my brother to cook the muggles way."

"I like your mother very much," Mrs Wood said, smiling down on me. "She knows what's important and what's not. I've always thought that Magic has made us all a little lazy."

I grinned. "I couldn't agree more. But-"

"Celia, dear," Mr Wood called, "you're taking Katie away from Oliver."

Mrs Wood smiled. "I think my husband needs a bit of attention." She winked at me and walked toward her husband and gave him a kiss on the cheek.

I was sitting with Oliver on the beach, looking at the sunset and sighed happily. I felt so at ease and calm with his family. Oliver was lying next to me on the warm sand and smiled. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah," I answered. "I was just thinking how happy I am." I said, cuddling in his arms. "And there's something else I have to tell you."

Oliver felt that this was important and sat up a little bit. "Don't hold me in suspense. Tell me!" He said, poking me in the ribs.

I smiled and kissed him on the cheek. "I've been offered a job," I said, giving him a letter I've had been holding near me for the whole day. "The Daily Prophet wants me. It appears that Dumbledore have sent them some of my writing skills and they were impressed."

Oliver read the letter. "But I thought you wanted to teach?" He said, looking puzzled at me.

"And I still do," I said, stroking his head. "But I think it's too soon for me to do that. I need to get some life experience first and I think this job is the perfect opportunity."

"So, you're going to take the job?" He asked, giving me back the letter. His eyes were sparkling with enthusiasm.

I nodded. He smiled and kissed me. "Everything is falling into place," I said. "You're Puddlemere's first Keeper and I'm a journalist."

He took me in his arms. I felt so secure, hearing his slow heartbeat and his breathing. "I've been thinking about something." He said, after a short silence. I looked up. "I thought that maybe, we could look for an apartment in London… so we can live together."

I said nothing, a bit shocked by his proposition. "I mean," Oliver quickly said, "it doesn't have to be immediately. Maybe after we worked for a couple of months and we'd have enough money. But I realised, Katie, that I can't live without you."

"Shut up, Oliver." I said. "I think it's a fabulous idea."

I saw the relief falling from his shoulders. "Let's go back inside, it's getting a bit cold." He said, he helped me on my feet and walked back to the house, holding hands.

We were halfway through our vacation and some discoveries were made. I found out that Oliver's parents really didn't speak French… but still tried and failed miserably. On the other hand, the Wood family found out I could speak French fluently.

"How come you speak French?" Oliver asked me, one night when we were laying in bed. He was stroking my arm up and down.

"I have an aunt who lives in Paris and I visit her every now and then since the age of five. And I've picked up some words." I said, trying to ignore his stroke. It's been really difficult for me not to jump on top of him and make out.

"Maybe you can teach me a few words?" He said, smirking. He saw my reaction to his touch. "Like… I love you."

"Je t'aime." I said, stroking his back. "But that are the three words that the whole world knows. Ask me something more difficult." His hand was now on my leg.

"Okay," He thought for a second. "How about: marry me?"

"What?" I said, looking at him. I wasn't quite sure if he meant it or just wanted to know the translation.

"Translate it for me, Katie." He said, a smile playing on his lips.

"Tu veux me marier." I said slowly, being very cautious. Was he proposing to me?

"In that case, Katherine Bell." His hand left my leg, and he turned around to pick up a small box from the ground. He opened it and inside it was a beautiful white golden ring with a small white diamond. "Tu veux me marier?" He said, stumbling over the R's.

Tears were falling down my face. "Are you serious?" I asked, still looking at the ring. "We're only seventeen!"

"Yeah, I know. But I don't want to get married tomorrow," he said, taking the ring out of the box. "But I've never been so sure about something my whole life. I want you by my side, Katie. So, will you do the honour of becoming my wife?"

"Yes," I said, without hesitation. He smiled and gently put the ring around my finger. We kissed deeply and both fell down to the bed. He undressed me and I did the same to him.

"Wait a second," I said. I grabbed for my bag and took my mother's condoms. "The bloody woman was right." I said. Oliver laughed and took me back into his arms and we made love all night long. And it was absolutely beautiful.

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