Selfish Bloke (An Oliver Wood Love Story)

The Wedding: Part 2

I had never felt more joy than when we had been announced husband and wife, my heart swelled and I had to blink away the tears of happiness as we broke apart from our kiss and began walking down the aisle and into the Burrow. We were surrounded on both sides by friends and family alike clapping and cheering for us, and we walked all the way down the aisle and into the Burrow while everyone was else began the reception. We had wanted to have a few minutes to ourselves immediately after the wedding, and once the door was closed, we both collapsed into each other's arms, smiling like madmen. 

"How's it going, Mrs. Wood?" Oliver asked, holding my face in his hands and smiling down at me with the sweetest, most love filled look I had ever seen.

"Fantastic, Mr. Wood," I answered, separating the space between us by pressing another kiss to  his lips. 

"So, we still have a few minutes to ourselves, what to do, what to do?" Oliver whispered, his voice dropping low in both volume and tone. 

"Oliver James Wood, are you suggesting a quickie in my parent's house?" I asked, faking a shocked expression. 

"Yes, Margaret Elizabeth Wood, I am," he answered, laughing as I led him out the back door and into the infamous Weasley broomshed.

"You do know that I'm already pregnant, right?" I teased, laughing a little when I heard his sweet chuckle and closing the shed door behind the both of us. 

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I straightened up my hair and dress before I turned and fixed Oliver's tie and straightened his blazer, the both of us smiling like idiots. 

"Married life is treating us well so far, what do you think?" Oliver teased, making me laugh slightly. 

"Shut up," I teased as we walked out of the shed and back through the house to the other yard where the reception was being held, smiling as we interlocked hands and walked into the crowd of friends and family on the dance  floor. There was now a long table set up for the bridal party where the alter was before, a dance floor where all the chairs were previously set up, buffet tables lined up against the walls of the Burrow, and circular tables for the guests to eat next to the buffet tables, and an open area for dancing in between the bridal table and everyone else's table. 

"Let me introduce to you, for the second time, Oliver and Maggie Wood!" George announced through a muggle microphone Arthur had been recently fascinated with. The crowd of our friends and family errupted into cheers as the two of us walked over to the center of the recently cleared dance floor in preparation for the first dance. My record player was propped up on another table, getting ready to play our song, "Your Song" by Elton John.

"Oliver?" I asked as he placed on of his hand on my hip, the other holding my hand and my other had on his shoulder, pulling softly at the hairs at the nape of his neck.

"Yes, my love?" He asked, smiling down at me as the song started up.

"I'm so unbelievably happy right now," I whispered, resting my head in the crook of his neck as I moved my arms around his neck, his on either side of my waist.

"I am too, sweetheart. I can't wait for this little fellow to make his appearance either, and you and I can start that little family we've always talked about," Oliver whispered, sliding his hand from my hip to my stomach and softly holding it.

"I hope it's a little boy, and that he looks exactly like you, brown hair, brown eyes and everything. Even the little monkey toes," I teased, smiling up at him before I rested my head on his chest. 

"Well, I certainly hope it's a little girl. Red hair, blue eyes, the cutest little freckles, looking just like her jaw-droppingly gorgeous mummy," Oliver said sweetly, moving his hand up to push a few hairs out of my face.