Oliver Wood Imagines

Where's Oliver?

You woke up in the comfort of your own bed. Odd, you don't remember falling asleep here.

Looking over to the clock you saw it was late. As of recently all the hours just seem to blend together, it felt like you were constantly up. But you did notice it was after 1am. Oliver, your husband, would definitely be home by now. He had an away match for Puddlemere United this weekend and had been gone. He was apprehensive to leave you, considering the exhausted and dazed state you were in, but you assured him it would be fine. The match was yesterday and today he had a whole days worth of interviews and press events to attend. You knew not to expect him before 10pm at the earliest, but it was well past that time.

Now where was he?

You slunk across the carpeted floors of your flat. You had left everything as nice as it could be for when he returned home. The home was (moderately) clean, there was supper for him in the fridge, the newspapers stacked on the dining table for him to read reviews of his match. The match did not fair well for Puddlemere as you heard on the radio. You hoped he was not too distraught over the loss now that he was a starting player.

You crept to the kitchen, he would likely be eating something while reading the accounts of the game. To your surprise, he was not there. You checked the living room for him listening to reruns of the commentary of the match on the radio. Once again, he was not there, just a dark room that looked untouched since you last saw it. You checked his office, maybe he took one of the papers into there? Still no sign. You were beginning to think he had not made it home, which did not necessarily worry you, you just wish he was home. Finally, you checked the last room in the house. You saw underneath the closed door that the lights were still dark in there. But who would you be if you didn't look in this room in every waking moment. Now that you recall, this is the room you fell asleep in.

Timidly, you pushed the door open. The room looked undisturbed in the small moonlight the window let in.

"Aye, evening love,"

You jumped, spinning to the chair that was behind the door to see Oliver sitting right there. You could barely see him, but of course you knew his voice.

"What are you doing in here Ollie?" You smile.

"Well I just needed a cuddle." You now notice he's holding your infant daughter in his arms. Looking back to the crib your eyes adjusted just enough to see her crib was empty.

"When I looked in here I saw you in this chair, so I figured you needed some sleep. Hope I didn't startle you when I moved you."

You shook your head, "I didn't notice."

You notice he gingerly moved your daughter to one side as he pats his now unoccupied knee.

You accept with a toothy smile. Sitting down and cuddling up to him. One arm around his neck and one around his arm that held the baby.

"I'm sorry about the match, Ollie."
"Yea, it was rough."

The room was silent for awhile.

"But you know something love?" He breaks the silence.
"What's that?" You question.
"It didn't truly bother me."

You look up to him, unable to make out his expression in the darkness.

"It's been bothering me less and less."

"Why is that you think?" You were worried maybe he was feeling distracted. Now that you were parents he was almost always busy between being a father and being an athlete.

"It first started when we got engaged. I knew I would see you at the end of the match so it did not matter as much. Continued when we married and now look at her."

Your daughter peacefully slept in his arms.

"Last night and today my first thought wasn't how to improve, but how nice it would feel to be right where I am right now. In this chair holding my two loves."

"Is that a problem?" You ask. "Are we too distracting somehow?"

"Problem? Not at all love. I still love the game, and believe me, I already have plans how to improve for the next match. But quidditch is no longer my first priority."

You couldn't help but chuckle.

"What's got you giggling?" He questions.

"When we first started dating at Hogwarts, remember what you told me?"

He groans as you continue laughing.
"Yea I do."

"Then what was it?" You challenge playfully.

"Quidditch still comes first and you had to accept that." He mumbles sheepishly. You can't help but continue giggling silently.
"If it helps at all, I completely regret saying that." He plants a kiss on your forehead.

"Pshhh, I don't." You smile. "It's who you are. You're dedicated and motivated."

You feel him look down at you, you're sure he has a skeptical look on his face. You continue, bringing one of your hands to cup his face.

"That dedication and loyalty back then tells me you'll be the most dedicated and loyal father to our girl."

"I sure hope you're right."

You bring your lips to his, kissing him gently. "I know I am."

The three of you slept there that night. Completely at peace and undisturbed by the world.

A/N: Hi there! It's been a minute hasn't it? Thank you so much for your support. Though it's been over a year since I last posted, these one shots are continuing to flourish. I truly appreciate every like, comment, follow and reading list add! It means a lot to me that you all enjoy these one shots so much. :)