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3: Nose Kiss
“So do I have to start calling you Keeper Wood now?” Calista asked, her shoulder leaning against the doorframe and her arms crossed. A coy, half-smile danced across her lips as she looked at the man standing in the middle of the den.
Jeremy still held the parchment in his hand; he’d not set it down since the owl had dropped it off nearly forty-five minutes ago. It was too important, too life-changing, to set down just yet.
“Or,” she continued, “Would you prefer I dress up in one of those trampy uniforms your sideline bints wear, hm? I know you are quite familiar with them, seeing as you’ve spent half the matches watching them as opposed to the Quidditch,” she said, her smile faltering when he still paid her no mind.
Crossing the room, she leaned up to place a kiss to his nose, waking him up from whatever daydream had taken him. He looked at her confused; like he’d not even realized she was in the same room.
Her amusement shifted to something else as she looked at him. “This doesn’t change– I mean– You aren’t going to leave me now, right?” she asked quietly, the small crack in her chest expanding as she said the words. He wouldn’t be the first, and she’d almost come to expect it in her relationships. This time, though, it seemed to be happening too quickly.
He stared at her like she’d grown a second head- his eyebrows shooting to his forehead before a wide smile broke across his face. “Fuckin’ hell, Cal, I made it! Real, actual, professional Quidditch player now!” he exclaimed before wrapping his arms around her waist and hoisting her off the ground.
Amidst her tirade of protests, he continued happily. “This will change everything, but for the better! No more pancakes for supper, and we can move out of here and into a real house. I can buy you a proper ring!” he managed to get out before her squawks became too much and he set her back down.
Brushing the hair from her face, Calista looked up at Jeremy warily. “Don’t want a ring, Wood. I’ve told you that,” she said flatly, but it didn’t wipe the smile off his face.
“Like you wouldn’t love being a Quidditch player’s wife,” he said cheekily, laughing again when a smile finally spread on her face.












