I would just like to say that I've never been pregnant. I'm basing all of the pregnancy stuff in here on what I've learned in my child development class, and what I've read off of the internet, so feel free to correct me if I'm wrong. So basically, I'm treating Katie's pregnancy like a muggle one, like how often she'll see the healer, because I have no idea how the magical world treats their pregnant women. Also, whatever I say about Oliver's Quidditch is what I make up. I read that the Hogwarts Quidditch season is from October to May, but I can't find out what the professional season is, so I'm borrowing. I'm going to try and make is seem realistic, but again, suggestions are welcome. Enjoy.
It was a week after we had found out that I'm pregnant. Life was basically the same so far, no one knew expect for our families and the group. My interview with Harry had gone really well, which I had been expecting. Harry was a really good interview subject, if you knew how to calm him down and ask good questions. I had started off with Quidditch, which put him right at ease. Oliver was looking into houses for us. We didn't really have a price range, because the salary of a Quidditch player was nothing to sneeze at, and my job wasn't bad either. We did both agree that we didn't want a huge mansion type house. Both of us had grown up in cozy, loving homes, and wanted to have that for the baby.
At the moment, Oliver was at practice, and usually Saturdays were only half day practice, but they had a game Monday, so they were practicing overtime. I wasn't expecting anybody, so when someone knocked at the door, I was surprised. I opened it to find Melanie, with a bag in hand.
"Hi, Katie. I hate to just drop in like this, but I had some errands to do in this area and decided to drop off the books I mentioned. How are you feeling?" she explained.
"Oh, thank you. And pretty good. I'm just tired a lot, but the headaches I was getting have stopped," I answered. "Why don't we sit?"
"Not a problem at all. So, are you guys going to stay here with the baby, or move?" she asked as we moved to the couch.
"We are looking for a house. But nothing that we've found I really like so far," I said.
"Well, it's only been a little while. I'm sure you'll find something before the baby comes," Melanie replied optimistically.
"Yeah, we will," I said. "Is Luke with Christopher?"
"He is. I got put in charge of errands, while he got baby-duty," she answered with a laugh. We chatted for a little while longer, before Melanie regretfully said she had better go and finish her errands.
"I'm really glad you stopped. We've never really talked, and I'm glad we did," I said as we hugged goodbye.
"I had that same feeling. We should plan a day out for shopping for baby things, just the two of us," she suggested.
"I'd love that," I responded. With a smile and a wave, she left. Looking at the clock, I realized she had been here for almost an hour. It had been nice; we did rarely talk alone, and get a chance to connect. With that thought, I figured that I should get a head start on research for my next article, because Oliver and I were going to look at houses tomorrow. I spent the rest of the day reading books on the history of Beauxbatons, as it was their 700th anniversary of being open. I found all of the information fascinating, partly because I love history, but also because I had almost gone to Beauxbatons. My mother was a half French muggle, and had initially wanted to send me there. When I was younger, I had known enough French that I could've gotten by, but now it isn't great. My father put his foot down, because he went to Hogwarts and insisted I go there. I was extremely grateful I went to Hogwarts. Before I knew it, I heard Oliver at the door. Instead of getting up to let him in, I finished up the last sentence of my article and let him open the door himself.
"Hello, love," he greeted once he was in.
"Hi, Ollie," I replied as I got up and kissed him hello. "How was practice?"
"I think it went alright. The game should be an easy win, if everyone manages to keep their head."
"That's good. Guess what?"
"What?" he asked as he put his bag down and turned his attention back to me.
"I finished my article, so I have all day tomorrow to look at houses and do whatever we want," I informed him cheerfully.
"That's wonderful. You reminded me that I should call Dan and ask him how many houses we're seeing tomorrow," Oliver said thoughtfully. It may seem weird that we have a phone and a computer, but I was raised with a muggle mother, and she insisted on those things. It was mostly to stay in touch with her family and friends, but also to teach me about them. She wanted me to be a well-rounded child. And now it helps out when we have to talk to muggles, such as our realtor.
"Okay, you go do that and I'll start dinner." I didn't really want to make anything fancy, so I decided on sandwiches. I knew Oliver wouldn't mind, he would eat just about anything after practice. And he knew I still wasn't the best cook, even after over a year of marriage. We had just had our first anniversary on July 30th. That was about three months ago, as now it was October.
We ate the quick dinner and turned in early, I was simply constantly tired, and Oliver was worn out from practice. When Oliver had called Dan, he reminded Oliver that the first house showing was at eleven, and we were going to be seeing three houses total.
When I awoke, I was alone, but I could hear Oliver in the kitchen. Glancing at the time, I saw it was about nine.
"What are you doing?" I asked sleepily as I entered the kitchen. He turned around and kissed me good morning.
"Just thought I'd make breakfast," he answered.
"That's nice. Thank you, Ollie," I replied as I turned to look at the stove. He was making eggs, and I sniffed the air. It smelled really good, and it was sweet that he was making breakfast. "I'll get the milk."
He hummed in agreement and went back to his eggs. I grabbed the milk and then started making some toast. "Are you excited to see some houses?"
I paused and thought about that. "Yeah, I am. I thought I'd be a bit sad, but I'm just eager to see them."
"That's how I'm feeling too. I'm going to miss the apartment, but a house will be fun. We'll have a yard and not have to worry about neighbors," he responded. That was a big thing on our wish list we told Dan, it needed to be a little bit out from town, with not a lot of neighbors. We didn't want to have to worry about them seeing something. And if it had a big enough yard, Oliver wanted to put in a little Quidditch pitch. He claimed it would be for the baby to learn, but I know it's for him as well.
We sat down to eat when Oliver finished the eggs and I ate it quickly. They just tasted good for some reason. Oliver watched in amusement as I finished my plate in record time, which made me defensive.
"I am eating for two now," I explained to his glance.
"I didn't say anything," he protested, grinning widely.
"You didn't have to," I sniffed as I picked my plate up and put it in the sink. I'd take care of it later. Then I sat back down and waited for Oliver to finish eating. He wasn't too far behind me, because to be honest, he does eat more than me and usually faster. Today had been odd for me to finish eating first. By the time we had finished eating and cleaning everything up, it was nearly time to go. To keep Dan in the dark about the whole magic thing, we had told him that we didn't have a car, which was the truth. He decided that he would just pick us up and take us to the houses. It was easier than trying to explain why we just appeared at all of the houses.
I took a shower and got dressed, and then it was time to go down and meet Dan.
"Morning, Mr. and Mrs. Wood," Dan greeted when he pulled up.
"Call us Oliver and Katie," Oliver said as he shook his hand.
"Alright. Are you ready to see a few homes?" he asked. We both nodded as we got in the car. Oliver let me take the front, next to Dan, while he sat behind me. I stayed quiet, while Oliver and Dan chatted. I nodded to myself in approval as Dan directed his car to the outskirts of town, hopefully that would provide a house far from neighbors.
"This first house is three bedrooms, two baths," Dan started listing off the facts about the house. Oliver listened attentively while I stared at the house. It wasn't bad looking, a bit newer than I had imagined. I decided not to judge it until we saw the interior.
The house itself was nice, pretty and lot's of light, but the rooms were small. Oliver kept bumping his head on doorframes. When Dan left us for a moment to go check something, I murmured to Oliver, "I don't think this is it."
"Me neither. But don't worry, there's still two more after this one." We informed Dan that is wasn't for us when he returned and we left for the second house. The second one was nice and big, with four bedrooms, but there were neighbors on both sides of the house. I could tell Oliver liked it, but we both agreed that we couldn't live in a house so close to other people. It would be nice to not have to hide everything at home. The third one was much too small, only two bedrooms and a bath. Now that I was pregnant, I knew one child wasn't going to be all for us. While I hadn't discussed that with Oliver, I had a feeling he agreed, because we both didn't like that house.
"Not to worry, I will find some more homes for you to look at and let you know when you can see more houses," Dan assured us. After thanking him and such, he dropped us back at our apartment and we decided to go see Angelina. She had Sundays off, and usually spent them at home if we didn't have something planned as a group, or just the girls.
We got there and knocked on her door. She opened it a minute later.
"Hey, guys. I wasn't expecting you today," she said as we walked in.
"I know. We just finished looking at houses, and we wanted to talk to somebody," I said as I hugged her.
"Did you find one you liked?" Angelina asked excitedly.
"No, they all something that didn't fit us," Oliver said.
"That's okay. You still have a lot of time to find a house. Now, tell me about Adeline. Did you like her?" I filled her in on how much we did like her and how we had another appointment set for about three weeks.
"I thought that you would like her. She's a great person, and wonderful at what she does," Angelina replied. We talked for a while longer until Angelina looked at her watch and said, "I don't mean to be rude, but someone's coming over in about half an hour, and I need to get ready."
"Wait, get ready? Do you have a date?" I asked eagerly.
"It isn't a date… per se. I've seen him at work for a while now, and he's very insistent. I just agreed to get him to stop bugging me," Angelina tried to explain.
"Angelina Johnson, do not lie to me. If you really didn't like him, you would've told him so. You would not agree just to get rid of him. You like him! What's his name?" I said in a breath. I gave her a minute to process what I had said, I had spoken really fast.
"His name is Ethan Hart. He works on the first floor. And maybe I do like him, I don't know. Katie, is it wrong? I still miss Fred so much, but I don't want to spend the rest of my life alone," she said softly, her eyes shining with unshed tears.
"Sweetie, Fred would've wanted you to find someone who loves you. Being alone is making you unhappy, and he would've hated that. Do what feels right, and don't worry about anything else," I said gently as I pulled her in for a hug.
"Thanks, Katie. You always know how to make me feel better," Angelina said, smiling softly.
"If I didn't, I'd be a pretty bad best friend, wouldn't I?" I teased, getting a laugh out of her. She agreed, and we said our goodbyes so she could get ready.
Seeing as our apartment wasn't terribly far from Angie's, we decided to walk home.
"I'm really glad she's doing this. It'll help her, even if it doesn't work out with this guy," I mused thoughtfully, partly to myself and partly to Oliver.
"I agree," Oliver said a bit uncomfortably. I glanced at him and laughed.
"You still aren't comfortable with crying women, are you?" I asked, smiling.
"I don't like it! And I never know what to say," he defended himself.
"Well, I hope I'm not the weeping pregnant type then, for your sake," I warned jokingly, but he paled anyway.
"I sure hope not, too," Oliver said, frowning. With that, we stayed quiet until we got to our apartment and had a quiet evening.
Alright, next chapter is Oliver's Quidditch game, and whatever else happens! Please leave a review! I'm working really hard on writing each chapter before I post the previous one. So, let me know how I'm doing and drop a review!