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"Katie, it's time to get up," Oliver said. I groaned and tried to turn over, but he caught my arm. "We have to get ready for the appointment." That woke me up. I swung my feet out of bed and was walking to the bathroom before Oliver added, "No good morning to me?" I stopped and glanced back, a teasing smile on my lips.
"Hmm… I suppose so," I drawled, walking back over to him. I kissed him lightly and then paused. "How long have you been awake?" He was already showered and dressed.
"About half an hour, why?" he answered. I just shook my head. Our appointment was for eight, and it was seven now. My old Quidditch coach was still in there, waking up early automatically. I resumed my path to the bathroom. After my shower, as I was getting dressed, I paused and looked at my stomach. You couldn't see any changes at all, it was still flat and toned from the workouts I occasionally joined Oliver in, along with a Quidditch game once in a while with whoever we could get together. I shook my head to get rid of the thoughts and pulled my shirt over my head. Of course I wasn't showing, I couldn't be that far along.
After a quick breakfast, we were leaving for the healer's building that Angelina had recommended to us last night. We had called and she had managed to squeeze us in this morning. The building was small, and the directory in front said that there was Healer Adeline Collins, along with two other people sharing the building. We walked in and found her part of the building. When you walked in the door, there was a small sitting area with a counter with a pot of tea on it, and the room had a door that probably led to her office space. A woman came out of the door and saw us standing there. She looked about thirty-five, with sleek brown hair and bright green eyes.
"You must be Mr. and Mrs. Wood," she greeted, smiling warmly. "You can call me Ms. Collins or Adeline, whichever you are most comfortable with." We walked forward and shook her hand.
"Thank you so much for taking us last minute," I said, after the introductions were done.
"Not a problem. Angelina is a good friend of mine, and I wouldn't dream of turning away one of her dearest friends. Now why don't we go back and take a look at you. Mr. Wood, you may join us or stay here."
"I'll come," he replied. She nodded briskly and walked into the back, with Oliver and I close behind. The little room looked a bit like a muggle room; there was a desk with papers on it, along with the table the patient can lay down on, and a chair. Oliver took the chair, and I sat down on the table, while Ms. Collins took a seat at her desk. She turned to face me.
"So, all you know is that you are pregnant?" she asked.
"Yes, Angelina told me last night. I hadn't been feeling well, so she ran a few spells to figure out what was wrong."
"Then we need to figure out how far along you are, so I can advise you appropriately," she stated. I nodded. Ms. Collins stood and started murmuring spells on me. I sat still and waited for her to be done. "You are four weeks along," she stated after a couple of minutes. She ran a few more things and then said, "All your hormone levels are good, and everything seems to be going well. I'm going to give you some potions to take. I need to you drink one once a week when you wake up; it will keep your nutrient levels high enough for the baby."
"Okay. What should I start doing differently?"
"Just eat healthy and get some exercise. Don't go and lift weights, or anything, but walking and other activities are good for the baby."
"Okay. Thank you so much," I said.
"Of course. I gave you enough of the potions to last until your next visit, which should be in about a month. You can call me if you have any questions," she said.
We scheduled our second appointment, thanked Ms. Collins again, and left. Oliver had taken the day off of practice for the appointment and now we didn't have anything to do.
"What should we do now?" I asked.
"I don't know. We could go tell our families about the baby," Oliver suggested. I was torn, I wanted my family to know, but I had the whole day with Oliver. Common sense won, and we decided to go tell my family first, then Oliver's. We apparated just outside of my parent's house and knocked on the door. Within seconds my mom opened it and was welcoming us inside.
"I didn't know you were stopping by today," she said excitedly. "I was just about to run errands, but let's sit down and we can catch up. I'll get your father." Oliver and I sat on the couch and waited for my dad to join us.
"Katie!" my dad said when he saw me. "It's been a while."
"I was here a few weeks ago, Dad," I responded, smiling.
"I know, but I miss seeing you," he admitted.
"I know. But with this news we have to tell you, you'll probably be seeing us a lot more," I said, getting right down to business.
"What news?" my mom asked, intrigued.
I held onto Oliver's hand. "I'm pregnant." The both looked at me with shocked expressions before my mom leaped up and hugged me tightly.
"I am so excited! I'm going to be a grandmother!" she exclaimed.
"Helen, let the girl breathe!" my dad joked. My mom released me and let my dad hug me. After the hugging was done, we sat down and answered their questions.
"How far along are you?"
"We just saw a healer today, and I'm about four weeks along."
"Are you going to stay in that apartment? It's barely big enough for the two of you," my dad said.
"We haven't really talked about that yet," Oliver answered. After eating an early lunch, we convinced them that we did have to leave, to go tell Oliver's family. They finally let us, but only after we promised to come back and stay longer.
"Ready to tell your side?" I asked after we left my parents and had apparated outside his parent's sprawling land.
"I think so. Just remember that my mother will try to never let you leave once we tell her. Remember what happened when Christopher and Melanie told them they were having a baby?" Oliver asked, grimacing. I did remember that, Oliver's brother was three years older and now had a little son named Luke.
"It'll be okay. Maybe your mom got out all her grandmother-ness on Luke?" I asked hopefully. Oliver chuckled.
"Not a chance," he promised, grinning. We arrived at the door, and Oliver knocked. Mrs. Wood, or Charlotte as she insisted I call her, answered the door.
"What a lovely surprise! Christopher, Melanie, and Luke are here too!" she said, as we walked in the door.
After the hellos were out of the way, and I was holding the adorable year-old on my lap, Oliver got everyone's attention. "We have some news to tell you guys." He looked at me, and I nodded, letting him know he could tell them. "Katie's pregnant." There was an explosion of sound, Mrs. Wood was teary-eyed and hugging me, then Melanie rescued Luke from between Mrs. Wood and I. Melanie gave me a hug and said how excited she was for us. I always had liked her; she balanced Christopher's loud, rambunctious side, and always was helping other people out.
"We have some pregnancy books that really helped me out, you can have them if you want," she offered as she balanced Luke on her hip.
"That would be wonderful. Thanks, Melanie," I said gratefully. She smiled in response, and then moved out of the way so Mr. Wood could congratulate me.
Then it was Christopher's turn. He hugged me and said, "I always knew you were the one for my brother. Look, he has a career and a wife and almost a baby!"
"I had a career before I married Katie," Oliver reminded him.
"But you were dating her before you get on the team," Christopher retorted as he smiled. Oliver frowned but didn't say anything else. He moved to stand by me and drew an arm over my shoulder.
"We should probably get going," Oliver said, looking at me. I agreed.
"But don't you want some lunch?" Mrs. Wood asked.
"We ate at Katie's parents," Oliver admitted bashfully, knowing his mother hated when she couldn't feed him.
"Well then," Mrs. Wood huffed teasingly.
"You know we love your cooking," I tried to placate her. She smiled at me.
"I know, dear. Don't worry about me. Just go home and celebrate by yourselves," she suggested with a smile. We did the round of goodbyes and were on our way.
Once we were outside, I turned to Oliver and said, "That wasn't as bad as I thought it could have been."
"I agree. Mum was mellow today. Maybe Luke did get all the fussing."
"I don't care. She will still love our baby to pieces," I stated quite seriously. "As will my mum. I wonder how she will react when the baby is here, it being her first grandbaby and all."
"I guess we'll have to wait and see," Oliver said. I nodded. We apparated home, and sat on the couch talking about all the changes we would need to do.
"We are going to need to move," I said.
"I know. I guess we should start looking into houses."
"That's going to be strange. Good, but strange. I love our apartment," I admitted, looking around the place as I spoke.
"Me too, but there's no way we can fit a baby in here," Oliver reminded, always the voice of reason, except when it came to Quidditch.
"We can do that tomorrow. I'm really tired right now. Mind if I take a nap?" I asked. He assured me that he didn't, so I slept cuddled into his side while he read a Quidditch book.
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