Harry Potter may not actually be mentioned by name in this particular chapter, however the Harry Potter world is, and I do not own any part of it.

Aiden was more entertained by the wrapping paper than he was by his gifts and Katie was laughing. His hand got caught on a piece of spellotape and he shook his hands wildly, his eyes wide as he attempted to dislodge it. Within a couple of seconds, his hand headed right towards his mouth and Katie grabbed his hand before it got to its destination. "Yucky," Katie instructed him. Aiden stared back up at her with wide brown eyes. Katie folded the tape over, attempting to get it off her finger. It kept slipping from one finger to another and she glared at it until Oliver started laughing at her. Then she turned and glared at Oliver before getting up and heading towards the chair where he was sitting, kissing him gently. She brushed her hand through his hair before she turned back towards Aiden who was crawling across the floor on the wrapping paper.

"You put it in my hair," Oliver accused her as he began swiping through his hair, trying to find the piece of tape.

"You're paranoid," Katie replied, scooping up Aiden in her arms before he went after the Christmas tree again. Between him and the dog, Oliver and Katie had only been able to put ornaments on the top half of the tree. Aiden was ten-months-old, standing with help and crawling. He was convinced the tree had been put there for his benefit, no matter how many times he was told no and one of his parents swiped him away, afraid he was going to pull it down on himself. "I'm going to go get him dressed," she said, settling Aiden on her hip. "Let the dog in, won't you?" she asked before heading upstairs to Aiden's room, not waiting for an answer. Oliver got up, finally abandoning his search through his hair for the tape to let in Bludger, their all-black Labrador. The dog came bounding in the back door to the kitchen, shaking himself to get dry; he'd been rolling around in the thin layer of snow on the ground. Then he attempted to jet past Oliver into the carpeted living room, still wet and somewhat muddy. Oliver reached out and barely caught the dog's collar in time.

"No," he scolded, pulling his wand out of his pocket. Bludger squirmed about, trying to get free as Oliver began using his wand to blow hot air all over the dog. It was ten minutes of struggle before Oliver finally let the dog go bounding off toward the living room to attack the wrapping paper with more vengeance than Aiden had. He put his wand back in his pocket and frowned when he heard a crinkling noise near his elbow. There was the piece of tape. He shook his head and started up the stairs as he pulled it off his pyjama sleeve.

"Oh, good, take him," Katie instructed, shoving Aiden into his arms as Oliver got to the top of the stairs. "I want a shower. Don't let him fly until I get done."

"Take away all the fun," Oliver told her, following her towards the bathroom. She shook her head at him and then shut the door. Oliver sighed and took Aiden to his and Katie's bedroom, setting his son down on the floor. Katie had thrown a skirt and jumper on top of the bed. They were headed to Katie's parents' home later which required muggle clothes, quite unfortunately. Not to say Oliver didn't like Katie's muggle father but he was a little dull; he never seemed to want to talk about Quidditch for more than five minutes even though Oliver played for Puddlemere United and Katie worked for the International Association of Quidditch (IAQ). Granted, of course, the man could certainly go on about football and basketball. Normally he and Katie ended up playing basketball in the driveway of the Bells' when Katie visited.

Oliver stuck the piece of tape on Katie's skirt and then began to get dressed himself, keeping half an eye on Aiden who was currently observing Bludger's dog bed. He heard thumping on the stairs as he was pulling on a shirt and a moment later, Bludger came nosing into the room, sniffing all over the little boy who had settled in his dog bed. He seemed to decide he rather liked having Aiden there since he ended up licking Aiden's face. Oliver sighed and pulled his giggling son out of the dog bed before he became completely encased in dog slobber. "Could you go back to be frightened of the dog?" he asked as Aiden squirmed, trying to get back down. Ever since he had started crawling, Aiden's once fear of being trampled by the dog whenever he was on the floor had changed to complete love and adoration. Oliver was half certain his son's first word was going to be "woof" or "Bludger". Although "Bludger" wouldn't be all bad. Oliver was fairly certain his son would become a Beater eventually. He had a surprising amount of strength for someone so little.

"You really ought to be a Beater," he informed Aiden. "With your mum as a Chaser and me as Keeper we'd have at least one family member on every position except Seeker. I suppose we'd have to give you a brother or sister for that," he told Aiden.

"That's not happening any time soon," Katie said entering the room in a towel, her bra straps showing over her shoulders. "We had enough trouble having Aiden. And I can't travel for work as well when I'm pregnant," she added, sitting down on the edge of the bed to pull on a pair of tights. Oliver decided not to comment. Admittedly, he wouldn't have been opposed to having four more children to fill up a whole Quidditch team but at the moment Aiden was a big enough handful. Added to that, due to the curse from the necklace when she was seventeen, it was hard for Katie to conceive. Aiden had been born healthy and strong but he had come after two years of trying.

"We could adopt."

"Oh yes, there's a good reason to adopt. 'We want to build a Quidditch team. Have you got any infants that look like they would be good Seekers?'" Katie asked, her voice light and playful.

"Would you really be opposed?"

"Not particularly," she admitted as she ran her hands over her skirt to straighten it. She walked up and leaned her head against Oliver's side, her arm around him for a moment, smiling serenely. "Want to see how he does on the toy broom?" she asked, pulling away and looking up at Oliver.

"Of course."

Aiden's toy broom was downstairs. Technically, he wasn't quite old enough for it but Oliver and Katie had decided that wasn't going to stop them. After all, Aiden was nearly walking and he already loved flying. It would have been troublesome if he hadn't; he was barely a month old when he'd first gone up in the air in a baby backpack strapped to Katie's front. He had been fascinated by the toy broom when "he" had opened it (Oliver and Katie had to open his presents otherwise he scrunched the wrapping paper, unaware anything was inside).

Oliver and Katie went downstairs with Aiden in his father's arms. Bludger, realising he'd been left alone, came running after them, attacking the large piece of wrapping paper he'd apparently dragged to the foot of the stairs before seeking his family upstairs earlier. "Are you ready to try flying, big boy?" Katie asked as she pulled the toy broom from off the sofa. Keeping just a finger on the top of it, it hovered a few inches above the ground. Aiden stared at it curiously before Oliver put him down on it, kneeling down to keep a hand at his son's back and another hovering just in front of his stomach in case he began to fall. The broom rose so that Aiden's toes were drifting slightly over the edge of the carpet. His eyes grew wide before he grabbed on to the stick in front of him. He let go when it began to move, startled by his own power, though Oliver kept his hand at Aiden's back.

Aiden reached forward and put his hands on the front of the broom again, causing it to move slowly forward. Oliver grinned widely and Katie clapped. Bludger took a moment to notice and then went slightly insane, trying to figure out why the "pup" of the family was now hovering like his two masters. Aiden moved forward to the point where Oliver couldn't keep his arms easily surrounding him anymore and Oliver pulled him off the broom. "You're definitely going to be a good flier," he informed his son, tossing him up in the air. Aiden laughed. Bludger began to bark in annoyance; he was being ignored.

"Quite natural," Katie added as Oliver settled Aiden on his hip. "Out of curiosity, why do you have a piece of tape on your back?" she asked, overly innocently. Oliver turned to grab the same piece of tape that had been haunting them that morning and then carefully put Aiden down before dashing towards Katie with the tape in his hand. She took off running, laughing as Bludger barked and Aiden stared. Oliver finally managed to grab a hold of her and put the piece of tape on her forehead. She kept laughing as she turned around in his arms and put her arms around his neck, leaning in to kiss him. For a moment he was intent on kissing her back and then realized there was definitely something sticking to his face between his eyebrows. He pulled away, still keeping one arm around her as he pulled the tape off his forehead. She squirmed to get away, laughing and managed to slip out of his grip.

"Get back here!" Oliver insisted, his face in a grin. Bludger reached him and sniffed at his hand then licked it. Oliver blinked and then looked at his hand. The tape was gone and Bludger was moving his mouth a lot, looking distraught before finally spitting out the tape. Katie glared at the slobbery piece of tape on the ground.

"You are not sticking that on me."

I wrote this one at Linny-Marie's suggestion. I've never written Oliver/Katie before so hopefully it turned out alright. Any comments, criticisms, suggestions, or ideas are more than welcome!