I know guys. Before you say anything, I hate me too. I honestly hadn't realized it'd been so long since I've updated this story, and I feel horrible. But I hope this kind of, sort of, maybe makes up for it? And I pinky promise the next update won't take so long.

I sighed, looking around our new house. I was bored. Oliver and I had just settled all of the paperwork and bank issues involving the house a few weeks ago, and were in the process of moving in. The only rooms that were completely set up were the kitchen and our bedroom. There were stacks of brown boxes everywhere you could see, and I hated it. I've never been the neatest person, but this clutter was getting to me. It didn't help that at sixteen weeks, I now had a small, but rounded and prominent bump that stuck out on my otherwise skinny body. I had never been curvy, so this bump was throwing me off. I couldn't just bend over to pick something up.

I'd taken Thursday and Friday off of work to do some work on getting things unpacked, which I didn't mind. Except it was Saturday now and I was going a little stir crazy. I had just decided to take a break and flop onto the couch when the front door opened and Oliver walked in.

"Are you all right, love?" he asked as he looked at me.

"Yes," I answered, frowning a little at how my stomach pushed my shirt out. I really needed to get that enlargement spell from Melanie, so I didn't ruin my clothes. Oliver chuckled and walked over to sit next to me.

"Are you sure?" he pressed, looking at me.

"I'm fine, but you need to go shower," I said, wrinkling my nose at him. "We've discussed this, no touching me until you've showered after practice."

He shook his head and laughed before standing up and walking towards our bathroom, taking his shirt off as he went. I glared at his stomach. It wasn't fair that he got to keep his abs when I felt like a balloon. Shaking my head, I stood from the couch and started tackling another box of things.

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"So, you two aren't going to learn the sex of the baby?" Melanie asked as we browsed racks of baby clothes.

"No, we want it to be a surprise," I said. "So, we're going for greens and yellows mostly, neutral colors." She nodded. We shopped for a little while, picking out some outfits and toys for the baby. Oliver and I had already bought a crib and changing table, we just needed a stroller and high chair.

"Wanna get some hot chocolate?" Melanie asked as we exited the store.
"That sounds so good," I agreed.

After we got our drinks and sat at a table that overlooked the window, Melanie asked, "So, have you two thought of names yet?"

"We've talked about it a little. Oliver really likes some names that I just don't like and the same with him. So, we've been just throwing ideas out there, and hoping we both like some," I said as I shrugged. I wasn't too worried about it yet, when we got closer to the due date I'd be more concerned.

"Just make sure you don't wait too long, Chris and I did that with Luke. We didn't have a name until after he'd been born," she said, laughing a little.

"Yeah, we'll definitely pick one out soon," I said, my mind already adding that to the list of things we had to do soon.

We talked for a little while longer, before Melanie looked at her watch and said, "I need to go pick Luke up. My sister has somewhere to be soon, and I promised I'd get him in time."

"Okay. Thanks for shopping with me, it was fun," I said with a smile. She grinned back and hugged me before walking away to find a quiet place to apparate from. I drained the last of my drink before also exiting. I caught a cab; I had never liked apparating to begin with, and felt even more uncomfortable now with the baby. When the cab pulled up to my house, I smiled as I looked at it. I still couldn't quite believe that this gorgeous house was ours. After paying the driver, I collected all of my shopping bags and walked up to the house.

"Oliver, I'm home," I called as I went to drop the bags into the room we had designated as the nursery.

"I'm in the kitchen, Kates," he said.

"Hi," I said as I walked into the kitchen. He turned around and smiled at me before giving me a quick kiss.

"Hi. How was shopping with Mel?"

"Good, we got a lot of outfits for the baby," I said happily. "Speaking of the baby, we need to think of a name still." He sighed.

"Last time we tried to think of a name, we fought," Oliver reminded me. I rolled my eyes.

"That's because you were being an idiot," I said with a smile, leaning up to kiss him again to lessen the blow of my words. He chuckled.

"I wasn't being an idiot. I made a suggestion."

"We aren't naming our child Hamish. End of story," I said, fixing a look at him.

"It's a good, Scottish name," he said, smirking.

"Be that as it may, we're not naming our baby that," I repeated sternly, but was confused when a grin broke over his face. "What?"

"I like hearing that, 'our baby,'" he said, smiling at me. I smiled back and leaned on my tiptoes to kiss him.

"What are you making?" I asked after I stepped back and took a deep breath.

"I'm making pasta with chicken," he said proudly. While he was a better cook than I was, it wasn't hard to be better than me; he didn't have a lot of opportunity to do so.

"Yum," I said as I took a seat at the kitchen table to watch him.

"And it's almost done," he said, glancing at the clock. We talked until the pasta was done and Oliver finished putting dinner together. With mostly everything still packed up, we were eating on paper plates and drinking milk out of a water bottle and a mug, respectively for Oliver and myself. It wasn't ideal, but I didn't mind it because Oliver was having fun with it. As I took a bite of the pasta, I was glad my morning sickness finally stopped, it had been pretty bad for the first month or so after I had learned about the baby. Even my favorites Oliver had made for me, I couldn't keep down. It had been awful, but now it seemed to have stopped, hopefully for good.

When we had finished eating, Oliver took our dishes to the sink and looked at me. "Do you feel up for a walk?"

"Sure," I said, standing slowly, ever conscious of my stomach. Alicia thought I was ridiculous, considering I wasn't that big yet, but it was incredibly different for me. As Oliver had often joked when we were younger, I never could get the weight to stick on. Adding in my tiny build, I was almost never over a hundred pounds. And suddenly I had this bump on my stomach, and it was weird for me. I'd tried explaining it to her, but she'd just smiled and said she understood. Luckily, Oliver was a bit more sympathetic. He'd let me wear his pajamas to bed, and his shirts when I was at home. They were much more comfortable than trying to fit into or fix my own shirts.

We decided to walk around the perimeter of our land; we had a decent size that was a nice walk.

"So, do you want it to be a boy or a girl," I asked once we had left the house and Oliver had a solid, reassuring grip on my hand.

"Honestly, I don't think I mind. No," he said, as he saw my dubious look. "I know everyone says that, but as long as you're fine and the baby's healthy, I don't mind. But I have to say, a little girl with your blond hair and pretty eyes wouldn't be awful," he added, giving me one of his half smiles that made me melt the tiniest bit. I smiled back at him and squeezed his hand.

"Are you sure? I bet she'd have my temper and stubborn streak. Think you can handle two of us?" I teased. He pretended to grimace and think about it. I elbowed him lightly. "Jerk."

"You know I'm joking, Kates. I would love nothing more than to have a mini you running around," he added sincerely.

"Well, I think having a little boy with dark, curly hair and brown eyes would be adorable," I stated, suddenly seeing it in my mind.

"Then it's a good thing it isn't up to us, isn't it? We'd just argue about whether it should be a boy or girl," Oliver said with a laugh.

"Yeah, that's what would happen," I agreed before edging closer to him, waiting for him to wind an arm around my shoulders and tug me closer. He did so, and I let my head fall against his shoulder with a sigh of content. That's how the majority of our evening went, after the walk I took a bath and called it a night.

I know, the ending is not the best. But wasn't it nice having a new chapter after (cough)2(cough) years. Oops. Again, guys, I apologize and really hope you still leave a review! Those are the best way to ensure I update fast! Thanks!