A/N: Had you going didn't I? Hehe. I'm sorry to disappoint you, but that wasn't the last chapter, as I had made it seem. How dreadful, I know! But here is the next chapter. Enjoy!

Chapter Eleven: Home

Things had gone well for the past month. Both Bijou's father and Oliver's parents had contributed to their house fund. They now had a sprawling, four bedroom cottage in a small wizarding community along the coast. Despite the long way from where the Quidditch team, Puddlemere United, had practiced. Oliver had signed on shortly after graduating.

Bijou worked as a Healer for their community. She often lounged in the sun in their backyard, which was located on a beach. Muggles, supposedly, only saw garbage piled up in the water and on the sand, when in reality, it was anything but. She had stopped putting concealment charms on her body.

The day she had not cast it, Oliver had noticed. He had come home from practice, expecting to see his thin wife. Instead, he got his 7 month pregnant wife. He looked at her with shock in his eyes.

"Is that... Are you serious?" Oliver's mouth dropped.

"Well, obviously, it's been seven months since I got pregnant. This is how big I am. I stopped the Concealment charms this morning," Bijou said calmly.

"Baby, I'm just shocked that it's been seven months! And there wasn't a single sign!" Oliver tried to explain.

"Because of the Concealment charms!" Bijou snapped. He wasn't getting it.

Oliver walked up to her and hugged her. He felt her swollen belly against his body. He tried to get used to the idea of hugging her with a huge belly. Then he felt something his stomach. He pulled away and looked at Bijou, who looked amused.

"Did you feel that?" Bijou laughed.

"What the bloody hell was that?" he asked.

"That was our baby. She's been kicking like mad today," Bijou smiled.

He knelt down and lifted her shirt. He put his hand on her stomach and waited for the baby to move again. He felt a tiny fist hit his and he looked up at Bijou, smiling.

"She's going to play Quidditch. No doubt about that, love." Oliver stood up and kissed his wife's cheek lovingly.

Over the next few weeks, Oliver touched Bijou's stomach whenever the opportunity presented itself. He loved feeling his baby moving inside of her. It was almost surreal.

Oliver came home one evening from practice, beaming from ear to ear. Bijou was in the kitchen working hastily to get dinner ready for him. She had been sleeping almost all day, she was exhausted from her baby's movement throughout the night.

He came up behind her, putting his arms around her, and lovingly kissing her cheek. "Someone's glad to be home." Bijou smiled.

"You have no idea!! And if you weren't pregnant, I'd definitely show how happy I am to be home," Oliver winked at her.

She picked up the hint and playfully hit him. "You're horrible."

"But you love me anyway," Oliver smiled, picking up a large bowl of stew.

"Unfortunately," Bijou said laughing.

As they ate, Oliver told him about their practice. "Oh, and I forgot to tell you, I scored tickets to the World Cup." He said inconspicuously.

Bijou's fork dropped into her plate, her mouth fell open. Oliver looked up at her, smiling. "You're joking, aren't you?"

Oliver reached into his pocket and brandished two tickets. "Why would I joke about the World Cup?"

"Oh my God!" Bijou screamed, jumped out of her seat, and went to hug Oliver.

Oliver smiled, soaking up the moment. "Also, the captain said I had potential and I might actually get to start in a game. That is, if Dahl continues missing the Quaffle."

Bijou kissed him passionately. Everything was working for the best with their family. Everything was perfect.

"Umm... Since I'm due in two months, I think we need to get some stuff for the baby. Like a crib, and such," Bijou said, releasing Oliver.

"We'll go first thing in the morning, I promise." Oliver smiled as they returned to their dinner.

Bijou and Oliver walked through Diagon Alley. She didn't see a single store for mothers. Maybe she needed to go to a muggle store. She informed Oliver of her thoughts, who agreed as long as he could get something from Quality Quidditch Supplies. Bijou agreed, smiling.

Oliver had found what he wanted. He wanted to get a new broom, but at the moment, that was out of the question. So he settled for a new set of pads. He paid the clerk and they went to get stuff for their baby.

They walked into the first baby store they could find. Being so young, many muggles stared at them. Bijou, feeling self-conscious, wished she had put on a concealment charm that morning..

Bijou found a crib she absolutely loved. It was a deep Rosewood crib. She knew the properties of Rosewood and begged Oliver to get it. He agreed. The woman was a bit hesitant when Bijou handed her three pieced of gold. But decided she'd rather have gold than actual money. There was no way it was fake.

They had gotten the crib back to the house and into the baby's room. Bijou smiled as Oliver hugged her to him. It looked great in the white room. Their baby was going to have a wonderful life.

A/N: I know this chapter is short. But there's not much you can do when you have only three things that needed to be accomplished before I publish the next chapter.