Chapter 8 - What Color Are My Eyes?
About a week later, Christina was getting ready for her second date with Oliver as her daughter watched. In the year and a half she's been divorced. She's been on a few dates but there were a multitude of reasons why it never went past one date or if she was lucky two.
"You look pretty, mummy," Bethany smiled.
"Thanks, sweetie."
"Is Oliver nice?"
"He is."
"My real daddy wasn't nice was he?"
Christina sighed. She was only two when Scott abandoned them but she was rather observant so she wasn't sure how to answer this question.
"Will I meet Oliver?"
She ruffled her hair affectionately. "He doesn't even know that I'm a mum."
"Why not?"
"Effie, sweetie. Leave your mum alone, she has to finish getting ready," Justin told his niece.
Bethany pouted as she left the room.
"You look nice, sis."
"Thanks, Justin. Effie just asked about her dad. I didn't know what to tell her," she revealed to her brother.
Justin said. "Tell her the truth that her biological dad abandoned the two of you after he found out she was magical."
She finished getting dressed, said goodbye to her family and went to go meet up with Oliver. She arrived at the same restaurant from their first date and saw Oliver talking with a little boy around Bethany's age.
"Thanks for being so understanding, my son is such a big fan," the woman smiled thankfully at him.
"It's fine, anything for a fan."
The woman questioned. "Are you single?"
"I'm actually here for a date, I'm just waiting for her," he explained.
"Hey Oliver," Christina greeted.
He turned to her with a wide grin on his face. "Hey Christina."
The woman huffed and walked away with her son.
"Sorry about that."
"Do all single mothers have a thing for you?" she laughed.
He chuckled while shrugging. "I don't know, you tell me."
Before she could respond the hostess led them to a table.
"So, how long have you been playing professional 'rugby'?" she asked.
"Since I finished school in 1994, that's almost 9 years. I started off on the reserve team but the keeper got injured so I was promoted by 1999."
"That's cool."
"And you work with your dad?"
She nodded. "I work in the family business with him. My grandpa used to work too but once I started working with my dad, he retired."
"You're really close with your dad?"
"I am."
Oliver smiled. "I'm pretty close to my mum."
Their drinks were delivered.
"So, what house were you at school?"
"I was a Gryffindor. You said your little brother also attended school."
She nodded. "He did. He was a Hufflepuff."
"That's cool."
"You seemed good with kids."
Oliver said. "I wasn't initially good around kids but since I have multiple fans that are kids. I grew more comfortable around them."
"That's sweet."
"Are you enjoying yourself?" he asked.
"I am. How about you?"
He grinned. "I am."
Her heart fluttered. That Scottish accent was such a turn on.
"I overheard you're a single mum," Oliver said.
"You did?"
Oliver nodded. "I don't mind that you're a single mum. I know my mum desperately wants grandkids."
"So, you're using me for my daughter," she teased.
"Of course not. I want kids of my own soon."
"How many kids do you want?"
"Maybe three or four."
She smiled. "That sounds about right. I can't believe we're already talking about kids and this is our second date."
"I know but we've been exchanging letters for almost six months now."
She asked. "How long have you known it was me that you were exchanging letters with?"
"Since right before we saw each other at the Weasleys."
She nodded. "Did you know we also crashed into each other at the Harpies game last October?"
"I think someone is trying to tell us something," Oliver said, running a hand through his shaggy brown hair.
A few minutes later, the food was delivered and they began eating. Oliver paid for the meal and escorted her towards the metro.
"Do you have a middle name?" Oliver asked as they walked towards the metro.
She smiled. "It's Sofia. What's yours?"
"Sebastian."
"Like the crab in The Little Mermaid?"
"Yes," he chuckled.
"What color are my eyes?"
"Hazel. What about mine?"
"Brown."
They reached the metro.
"I'm surprised you know so much about the muggle world," she said.
He shrugged. "My mum is a muggle born."
"Oh, so you don't mind that I'm not magical?" she questioned.
"You're a breath of fresh air actually. The last few women I've gone out with only wanted me because I was famous," he assured her grinning.
"I don't mind if you're famous or not."
He smiled nervously at her. "I feel like a teenager but do you mind if I kiss you?"
"You're so chivalrous, go ahead."
He leaned down slightly and pressed his lips to hers in a brief kiss before pulling away.
"Do you have a mobile?" she asked, trying not to get lost in his brown eyes.
Oliver said. "I do. My mum insists I have one."
"Do you want to exchange numbers?"
Oliver nodded.
They exchanged numbers before saying goodbye. She hopped on the metro and travelled home.
"How was your date?" Justin asked his sister as she walked into the house.
She sighed. "It went great."
Justin smiled. "That's good."
"His Scottish accent is so sexy. It makes my heart flutter."
Justin nodded. "You've always found Scottish accents attractive, haven't you?"
"Ever since I watched Sylvester McCoy as the seventh doctor when I was eleven.
"Scottish accents are sexy," Aaron agreed walking into the kitchen.
Christina yawned. "I'm going to bed, night."
"Goodnight, Chrissy."
She walked up to her room, changed into her pajamas, crawled into bed to dream about Oliver.