Chapter 42

He watched her fly through the air, birdlike and speedy. She veered the broom with ease, her long hair flying out behind her. He felt a rush of affection while he watched the woman he fell in love with fly like a bird. She landed the broomstick and put it down, as he approached her, smiling.

"You're amazing, Tia. I don't see why you're nervous."

Tiannah glared at Oliver, blue eyes glinting. Her first training session with the Holyhead Harpies was in less than an hour, as was Oliver's first session with his team. He was oddly calm, however, whereas Tiannah was panicking. Flying calmed her nerves ever so slightly, but now that she was on the land, they returned in full force.

"How are you so calm? You are usually the one who is freaking out!"

Oliver gently ran a finger down the curve of her waist and smiled. She's adorable when she's nervous, Oliver thought, his lips curling into a wide and obvious smirk.

"You have to trust that you've received enough training now, Tia. You have to trust your trainers and trust yourself."

"Of course I trust my sexy captain," Tiannah joked, her nerves ebbing away ever so slightly. Oliver gently reminded her that he wasn't her captain anymore.

"I just don't trust myself, Ollie. I mean I know that I'm good... but this is league standard we are talking about!"

"Tia, we have to trust each other. We've been each other's trainers for all of our lives."

The reminder humbled Tiannah and she placed a hand on Oliver's cheek, kissing him full on the mouth. He closed his eyes and responded with passion, one hand on her waist, the other tangled in her hair. Tiannah pulled away first, panting hard and smiling.

"I feel considerably calmer now," she said, grinning.

"Hm, calm isn't the emotion I'm feeling," he whispered into her ear in a husky voice, causing spitfires to shoot down Tiannah's spine. She knew that tone of voice all too well.

"Well, we do have time for another interesting activity," she said breathlessly. Oliver responded by picking her up and kissing her fervently.

An hour later, Tiannah stood on a Quidditch pitch, listening to Gwenog's every word.

"Quidditch isn't glamorous, despite what Rita Skeeter might write," Gwenog said, pacing around the team and the reserve team. "It is tough, rough and dangerous. You could be hit by a bludger and never play again. But you have to realise that if you love Quidditch, it is worth the risk. The reserve team will attend every training session, because people are so easily injured; it would be stupid if you didn't. So introduce yourselves, because these are the people who you are going to have to get along with for at least a year."

Tiannah shook hands with two of the reserve chasers, Lily and Helena, the reserve Keeper, Taylah, the reserve beaters, Kaylee and Savannah and the reserve Seeker, who was a girl that Tiannah hadn't seen in a long time.

"Tanya!" she squealed, hugging the Seeker of her team back in America. Tiannah knew that there was a large possibility that Tanya would get on the team, as she was an amazing Seeker from a young age. Tanya hugged Tiannah back and grinned.

"Congrats!"

"You too!" Tiannah exclaimed.

Gwenog smiled at the introductions but quickly hushed both the team and the reserve team.

"To warm up, I want thirty suicides starting at me and ending at the goalposts."

When Tiannah finished, she wasn't panting as hard as most of the team. Mentally thanking Oliver for his ridiculous training regimes, she turned to Gwenog, wiping beads of sweat off her forehead, her heart pumping quickly with a mixture of exertion and excitement. Tiannah told herself that she was definitely going to put everything she had into the rest of the training session.

And that's what she did. Afterwards, in the changing rooms, she and Tanya had a conversation.

"After you left, our team never won again," she said gloomily. "That is, until our last ever match, when agents from the Harpies came. I was the only one who was accepted onto the team."

Tiannah nodded, frowning. There had been some girls on the team who were Harpies standard, she reckoned. Tanya was the best, though.

"What else happened?"

"It was so boring without you and Hestia. Theo didn't get over you for ages."

Tiannah cocked an eyebrow, an odd feeling forming in the pit of her stomach. She and Theo never loved each other...

Tanya began to speak again. "Eventually, we started dating, but after one date, we realised that we really didn't get along. He did get over you after a while, but it took time."

This was all news to Tiannah, who felt slightly irritated.

"Yeah, well he shagged my boyfriend's sister yesterday, so I think that he was over me."

Tanya, who knew that Tiannah had quite a temper, held her hands up in surrender. "Hey, I'm just conveying information."

For the next four weeks, Tiannah heard nothing from Monica about Theo, who had apparently moved to England, according to Tanya. Oliver's sister seemed oddly reluctant to share any information about Theo, which irritated her.

Tiannah kept to her oath of putting in everything she could into training. However, it was taking its toll.

There were, as Gwenog said, days when Tiannah didn't want to get up. However, she didn't feel as though it was Quidditch that was causing it. She frequently vomited and had cravings for odd foods. Tiannah kept it together during Quidditch training, but she practically collapsed when she came home into her unit, groaning. Oliver came over occasionally, and he had found a unit to himself. In all honesty, Tiannah wanted to live with him at times. Hestia was great fun, but after a month living in such close proximity with her and her eccentric-ness, it was making her feel even shittier than she already did.

One day, after a particularly intense Quidditch session, Tiannah's parents invited her and Oliver to Tiannah's childhood home for dinner, where Oliver's parents would also be.

Oliver came over that day, kissing Tiannah gently and asking how she was feeling.

"Good. Ollie, how are you coping so well with all your training?"

Oliver shrugged, looking concerned. Tiannah had a very high pain threshold, so the training sessions would have to be particularly intense if she was showing signs of severe fatigue.

"Tia, are you sure that you're alright?"

She nodded, albeit over enthusiastically. Oliver folded his arms and looked at her in an appraising manner, but Tiannah returned the look, raising an eyebrow. Oliver ceased and pulled Tiannah's hair out of its usual ponytail, brushing it over her shoulder and leaning down to kiss the side of her neck that wasn't concealed by hair. Tiannah stopped him; she was feeling too sick for kissing. What's wrong with me? She thought. Oliver gently guided her to her bed and lay her down, crawling in with her. She rested her head on Oliver's shoulder and sighed.

"I really want to sleep," she whispered, burying her head in Oliver's shoulder.

"We have an hour until we should be at your parent's house."

Tiannah nodded sleepily as Oliver stroked her hair, until she fell asleep.

He was worried about Tiannah. She had been acting rather strangely lately, and it bothered him. The light in her blue eyes was no longer evident, as she always looked in pain. He would suggest laying off the Quidditch training, but he knew that Tiannah would have a stroke at the idea. Still, Oliver knew that he would react the same way.

She looked so peaceful and young in her sleep, which caused Oliver to smile. He kissed her temple and buried his head in her sweet smelling hair, succumbing to sleep himself.

They woke up forty minutes later, feeling refreshed. Tiannah dressed and kissed Oliver's cheek when she finished, giving him a smile. The smile reached her eyes, making them glint with momentary happiness.

"Tia, seriously. What's up?"

Tiannah sighed and wrapped her arms around Oliver's neck. "I don't know. I just feel so sick all the time. I have no energy, I usually can't sleep ... I don't know what's wrong with me!"

Oliver wished that he could say something intelligent, but he couldn't find anything to say. Tiannah didn't mind, however. Just the warmth of his hands on her waist was enough.

Tiannah and Oliver apparated to the former's parents house. Tiannah was feeling happy because she would be seeing her parents again, and Oliver was happy because Tiannah looked so happy.

Dinner was a lovely affair. Benny had been missing Tiannah like crazy, which made her cry. Oliver frowned at the light-hearted behaviour. Tiannah didn't cry that often, and if she did, it was for good reason. He was starting to become very worried about her.

After dessert, Tiannah felt her gut turn and she rushed to the bathroom. Jane looked at Oliver and asked if anything was wrong. He explained what he could, and then Jane told him to go and see her.

"Tia?"

"Come in," she said in a croaky voice, and Oliver opened the door to the bathroom, and found Tiannah, sitting on the toilet seat, legs curled up to her chest and blue eyes fixated on the calendar on the opposite wall.

"You okay?" he asked gently, crouching down next to her and cupping her cheeks. Tiannah, however, wasn't looking at Oliver. Instead, her eyes were still trained on the calendar.

Suddenly, she was hit by a fact.

"I'm late," she whispered, her heart pounding madly in her chest.

"Come again?" Oliver asked, confused.

"I'm late, Ollie. You know, late."

Oliver's lips parted in understanding, his eyes widening, looking like a deer caught in the headlights.

The fatigue, the over-emotional behaviour, the sickness... suddenly, it all fit.

"Ollie... I think I'm pregnant."

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