It was two weeks later, Christina was due any day now and she couldn't wait. She was sitting on the couch watching telly when she started to feel contractions.
"I'm not surprised that you decided to come while your daddy is at Quidditch practice," she laughed.
Another contraction passed as there was a sound from the floo.
"Hey Chrissy."
She looked up to see Justin.
"You alright?"
"I'm in labor. I need to contact Ollie and get to the hospital."
Justin nodded. "I'll take you to the hospital then."
"Thanks."
Oliver and Christina had decided on a muggle hospital since it would be more private. She signed herself in and was escorted to a room in a wheelchair. Justin contacted their parents and then apparated to the Quidditch stadium to tell Oliver.
"Hey Justin," Oliver greeted his girlfriend's little brother.
"Hey Oliver."
"Is everything okay?"
He grinned. "Chrissy is in labor."
Oliver's brown eyes sparkled. "I'm going to be a dad. I mean I'm already a dad to Effie."
"You are. I know her labor with Effie was rather long so we have lots of time," Justin said.
Oliver nodded and finished packing his equipment bag and left for the hospital with Justin.
"Are you Oliver?" the nurse asked.
He grinned. "Yes, I'm Oliver. The proud father and boyfriend."
She nodded and led him towards Christina's room.
"Oh, Ollie. You're here," she said in relief.
"Of course, I am."
Sheila vacated the seat next to her daughter so Oliver could sit down. He sat down and took her hand.
"My labor with Effie was nearly 16 hours so be prepared."
"I am."
She squeezed his hand through a contraction.
A few hours later, the doctor came to check on her.
"How far along is she?" Oliver asked.
The doctor said. "She's about 7 inches dilated. She needs to be ten."
"Okay."
"I know you're a first time father, so you're probably excited?"
Oliver said. "I am."
Another contraction passed and Christina squeezed his hand.
A few minutes later, Sheila and Oliver walked out of the room to grab something to drink.
"We're glad you're here to comfort Chrissy during the birth of your child."
"Of course I'd be here, she's my girlfriend and mother of my child."
Sheila smiled. "I'm glad you said that. Unfortunately, Effie's father didn't feel the same. He wasn't even the first one to hold Effie."
"Who was?"
"I was," Francis said, joining his wife and his daughter's boyfriend.
"That explains why Effie is so attached to you."
"She first started to show magic when Justin was feeding her when she was around three months old."
"Oh, Chrissy never told me when Effie first started to show magic. I know she chose to hide it from her ex with Justin's help."
"She did," Justin said, joining his parents and Oliver.
"How did he end up finding out that Effie was magical and arguing with Chrissy about it?"
"I'm not sure. The two of them never argued in front of us."
Oliver said. "They did. She told me that he called Effie and Justin freaks right after he found out."
Justin cringed. "I never knew Scott called us freaks."
"He did."
A few minutes later, they walked back into Christina's room and Oliver took Christina's hand.
Three hours later, the doctor walked in.
"It seems like you're fully dilated, Miss Finch-Fletchley," he observed.
"It certainly feels like that."
He nodded and instructed her to start pushing.
"Fuck, I forgot how much this hurts!" she shouted painfully.
"You can get through this love," Oliver said.
"I'm never letting you touch me again, Oliver Wood."
"You know that won't happen, Chrissy," he laughed.
About an hour later, there was a loud cry.
"You have a beautiful baby girl!"
Christina laid back in exhaustion.
"I'll go tell everyone," Sheila told her daughter and her boyfriend.
"Okay, mum."
Sheila walked out of the room.
"I can't believe I'm officially a dad to this little girl," Oliver said in awe looking down at his daughter.
Christina couldn't help but tear up.
"Was it something I said?" Oliver asked.
"I'm just happy that I'm a mother again."
Before Oliver could respond, their respective families walked in.
"Is this my baby sister?" Bethany asked.
"Yes, this is your baby sister Millie Susan Wood," Oliver told his daughter.
"She's so small. Was I ever this small?"
"You were," Christina smiled at her daughter.
Bethany nodded.
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A few hours, it was time for them to leave. Oliver was getting his daughter ready.
"You're already wrapped around my little finger, little one," he cooed as he chose a onesie for his daughter to wear. He was deciding between a scarlet red one, a yellow one and one covered with hoops.
"Almost finished dressing our daughter?"
He turned to Christina. "Which one do you think I should put on our daughter?"
"I don't think she cares, Ollie," Christina chuckled.
He held out the options.
"It's a hard choice between the one with hoops and the scarlet one," he said.
"I guess it's the one with the hoops," Christina said.
"Good choice."
They left to go home.