It was now mid September and time for Bethany's sixth birthday. Sadly, Christina hadn't felt well for the last few days. She suspected she was pregnant again since she and Oliver have been busy in bed whenever Effie wasn't around.
"You still not feeling yourself, Chrissy?" Oliver asked worriedly.
"No. But I think I might have an idea what's wrong," she stifled a smile.
"What is it?"
"I don't suppose you're good at the pregnancy charm?"
Oliver's brown eyes widened. "Are you saying you're pregnant?"
"I think so. As you know, I'm regular but I haven't had my period in over a month."
Oliver asked. "How else do we find out if you're pregnant or not?"
"I need a muggle pregnancy test. Would you be willing to go buy me one before Effie's birthday party?"
"Of course, it's my child. I'm willing to do anything for you and our possible child," Oliver rambled frantically.
She giggled and gave him some money so he went to the nearest muggle convenience store. He kissed her cheek and ran out of the house.
"What's got Ollie going so excited?" Emma asked.
Angelina walked in. "I think I know. George had a similar look in his eye when I told him I was expecting Freddie."
"Are you pregnant?" Emma asked.
Christina shrugged. "I think so."
"That's great."
"I know there's a pregnancy charm. Are either of you good at it?"
"Unfortunately not."
A few minutes later, Oliver arrived back home and handed her the test. She walked into the loo and performed the test.
"What does it say?"
"I'm definitely pregnant."
"I'm going to be a dad? I mean I've been a dad to Effie since you two came into my life," he rambled.
She smiled. "I take it you're excited for this, Ollie?"
He grinned, walked over, picked her up and began to spin her around.
"Ollie," she giggled.
"Sorry, Chrissy."
She grinned at her boyfriend. "We should go tell Effie. She'll get a kick out of this."
"We should."
They walked to their daughter's room.
"Mummy, Daddy! It's my birthday today."
"I know, you're six today," Christina smiled at her daughter.
Her brown eyes sparkled.
"Effie, we have something to tell you."
"What?" she asked excitedly.
"You're going to be a big sister," Christina smiled.
Her eyes sparkled again. "I am."
"Yes."
"Where is the baby now?"
"In your mummy's tummy," Oliver explained.
"She ate the baby?" she asked, confused.
Christina laughed. "No, I didn't eat the baby."
"Okay."
She ruffled her daughter's hair before she ran out of the room.
"If this baby is anything like Effie, they're going to be a handful," Christina laughed.
"A Quidditch obsessed handful like their father," Oliver laughed wrapping his arm around her waist.
She leaned up and kissed Oliver.
After decorating, the first family members to arrive were Francis and Sheila.
"I'm going to be a big sister!"
Sheila turned to her daughter. "You're pregnant?"
"Ten weeks."
Shelia nodded and hugged her daughter and then hugged Oliver. Francis congratulated his daughter and her boyfriend.
To every new arrival, Bethany announced that she was going to be a big sister.
Later that night, Oliver and Christina were getting ready for bed. Oliver was asking her questions about pregnancy.
"I'm ten weeks right now, I'm probably going to be due in late March or Early April."
Oliver nodded. "Okay. Do you think I should think about retiring?"
"Ollie, you don't have to retire because I'm knocked up. Besides you just healed from you latest injury and haven't got to play, " she laughed.
"I suppose not, love," he said.
They got into bed.
"I'm still wrapping my head around the fact that I'm going to be a dad."
Christina nodded. "Yeah, I haven't been pregnant since I was 21. I'm now 28."
Their pit bull Bludger jumped between them and rested his head on Christina's belly as their cat Rugby curled up next to Oliver before falling asleep.
Christina scratched behind Bludger's ears as he wagged his tail. It's funny the cat was supposed to be Christina's and Bludger was supposed to be Oliver and Bethany's but it turned out to be the opposite.
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A few days later, they were sitting in a muggle hospital waiting for Christina to be called.
"Christina Finch-Fletchley!"
Oliver hopped up and helped Christina up. The couple followed the healer.
"Miss Finch-Fletchley and Mr. Wood, I presume?"
"Yes, I'm Christina and this is my boyfriend and the father of my child Oliver Wood," Christina grinned.
""So, it says here you have a daughter who is six years old?" the doctor said, checking his notes.
"Yes, we do."
"How's this pregnancy going?"
"Good so far, I'm always craving chocolate like I did with my daughter."
The doctor nodded and brought out an ultrasound machine
"Please lay down and pull up your shirt," he instructed.
Christina did as told as Oliver took her hand. The machine began moving around her baby bump.
"So, how does 'Baby Wood' look?" Oliver asked as he tightened the grip on his girlfriend's hand in anticipation.
"It looks like you're exactly a little over ten weeks. Next appointment you'll be able to find out the gender."
"Okay."
The doctor nodded and led them out to the waiting room.