Selfish Bloke (An Oliver Wood Love Story)

Just A Dream

"Say good morning to Mummy," Oliver cooed, holding a small baby boy in his arms as he sat on the bed next to me. The little boy was absolutely gorgeous, he had the most stunning blue eyes, along with a little tuft of orange hair that was almost exactly my color. I looked around the room, which looked exactly the same, except for one important detail. I had a huge stomach, huge pregnant stomach, about seven months along. I was huge. I placed my hands on it and felt a small flutter of a kick from my baby. 

I woke up from my dream with a start, my hands grasping at my stomach as I laid back down. The dream was so oddly life like, as if I was actually pregnant with Oliver and I's baby, as if we were actually parents. 

"Are you alright?" Oliver whispered, looking over at me with a worried expression on his face. I continued to hold my stomach as I nodded and tried to regain my breathing. 

"Yeah, I-I'm fine," I stuttered, getting out of bed and walking to the closet. I heard Oliver's footsteps following behind me as I slipped out of my pajamas and into a pair of athletic leggings and a half zip, along with a pair of running shoes. 

"Baby, what's wrong?" He asked, grabbing onto my shoulders and gently turning me to face him.

"I'm fine," I answered as sincerely as I could muster, slipping out of the closet and walking back through the bedroom, fumbling with the lock on the french doors that lead out onto the patio. 

"Maggie, talk to me," he said, crossing the room and placing his hand on the lock so that I couldn't get to it. "What's wrong?"

"I don't want to talk about it, I just want some fresh air!" I answered, trying to push past him and get to the lock. 

"Maggie, talk to me, damn it!" He said, raising his voice at me to the point that it made me jump. He had never taken that tone of voice with me before. 

"It was a dream, alright? I dreamed that we had a baby boy, and I was pregnant. I was so happy, and it's not that I'm not happy now, but it was just a different happy. And I know that you said that we could have kids later, and I'm not mad about that, I'm just a little sad. I'm not saying I want kids now, but I want that happiness. If anything, all I want is for you to give me some space and let me outside," I grumbled, not making eye contact with him but walking out of the door when he unlocked it for me. I walked out onto the patio and looked over my shoulder to make sure that he wasn't following, only to see him looking over at me with sad eyes. 

I continued down the steps to the patio until I got down to the actual yard and walked all the way down to the pebbly shore of the lake. I continued on until the actual shore of the lake and slid off my shoes, sliding my feet into the water and sitting on the edge of the lake. My feet ran over the smooth rocks, the water surprisingly warm. I turned and looked over my shoulder and rather than being besides the door like he was, Oliver was sitting on one of the chairs on the patio, watching me with the same sad look in his eyes. 

I turned back towards the lake and looked out at the dazzling blue water, sighing a little. I patted down the pebbles behind me a little bit and laid back, staring up at the blue sky, which was just as gorgeous as the lake. I closed my eyes for a moment, taking in the smell of the outdoors and the serene quietness of it all, until I heard the crunching of someone stepping on the pebbles besides me. I knew it was Oliver, but I still continued to close my eyes and take a few deep breaths.

"It astounds me how easily you can fall asleep, even when you're laying on rocks," Oliver joked, laying besides me on the pebbles. He sat down on the shore next to me and laid down as well, wrapping his arm around my waist. I rested my head on his shoulder and continued to stare up at the sky, even though I felt him staring at me. "We need to have a proper conversation about babies, don't you think?"