You were Oliver Phelps's wife and you were pregnant of 7 months, right now you were in the kitchen, crying with a open box of vanilla ice cream and Oliver was here too and chuckling because you cry because of hormones.

"Baby, why are you crying?"

He asks beside you.

"I don't want the ice cream anymore.."

You say with a sob.

"Babe, It's okay."

Oliver reassured..

"No 'cause you went out your way to go get it for me.."

You say still with tears and Oliver frown concerned.

"Babe, I promise you, It's fine."

Oliver reassured you again.

"No, you drove there 20 minutes and I don't even want it.."

You say throught sniffle and sobs.

"It's okay, babe. I'll eat it, if it makes you feel better.."

Oliver said to you with soft eyes.

"I know, but I made you go get it.."

You said.

"I know, It's- I know, It's fine, I'm not tripping."

Oliver said throught a chuckle but he didn't like seeing you cry so It's break his heart..