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He supposed buying Liv a Quidditch team was a bit of an extravagant present, especially since it hadn’t been for any particular reason. The Tornados were just her favorite team, and so on a whim, he had decided he might as well buy them. Everything was in his name, technically speaking, so he was the official owner of the team—but they were her team. He had bought the Tornados for her, no matter what name was on the paperwork. It meant box seats for every match, for both the league season or European cup. Today had been the first day of the European Cup, and the game had been against the Kestrels. It was a good match-up. The Tornados had won the league cup last season, but the Kestrels had done damn good as well; they had made it into the post-season, just not quite as far. For the start of the European Cup, Beck didn’t think they could have asked for a better match. He would have put money on it being a good game, but obviously he knew the Tornados would come out on top. There was a reason they were the best team in the league, after all.

But the game had been surprisingly… well, it hadn’t been bad. The Tornados had destroyed them, had been up over a hundred points already when the snitch had been caught. It hadn’t been close, hadn’t been a nail-biter, but it had been a good game. He was confident that they had a hell of a chance winning the European Cup on top of winning in the league, and he was sure that Liv wouldn’t be against going to every match they could to see that happen. They’d moved on to stage two, so it would be a few weeks, but he was curious to see who they would be playing next—if they came across Puddlemere in the second round. The team had made it through by the skin of their teeth, which had been surprising, but apparently Broomfleet wasn’t bad this year. He admittedly paid less attention to the standings of other teams in other countries before the European Cup, but Puddlemere had done so well in the league cup, he hadn’t been expecting to hear they’d had such a close match earlier that day—they had lost their seeker months back, though, and having to deal with replacing them could have caused some problems.

Anderson had seemed to like the game too; he supposed it ran in the family. Beck couldn’t imagine that their youngest would be indifferent to the game that the rest of them loved, but he’d been glad to bring them with him. They’d had to bundle him up, since it’d been damn frigid in Tutshill, but there were benefits to having seats in the top box, and that meant it was slightly warmer than any other seats—he couldn’t imagine having to be out there watching the game and dealing with that wind, especially not with a seven-year old. No, he much preferred the comfort of the box, and they were the best seats in the house for a reason. After a long afternoon, though, he was glad to be home, and pulled open the door to let Anderson run into the house. With a grin, Beckett let Olivia go in next, before stepping into the foyer and closing the door behind them. “Merlin, I’m starving.” He said, unraveling the scarf around his neck and casting it off onto the coat rack. His coat came next, and he left it on the hook before turning to Liv. Stepping behind her, he brought his hands up to her shoulders to pull her cape off, a smirk forming on his lips.

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Outfits (Yes both because kids are cute.)

They won. That was the end goal of course, to win, but Olivia was a fan of more than just the end results. She had loved Quidditch since she was a little girl. It had been something that she had gotten to enjoy with her father, even if she didn’t know why that had been so special. It wasn’t like Reginald wasn’t around, he was there all the time, but it had been something that was just for the two of them. Her mother had never been that much of a fan, and so it just being the two of them, laughing, and cheering on the Tornadoes, and having a good time… that was what was the most fun. Being with the people that she cared about. The fact that Beckett had purchased her favorite quidditch team, on nothing more than a whim, was something that Olivia had never been expecting. There was no way that she was going to ever be able to repay a gift like that… Even after all of these years that had been one of the most shocking presents that she had ever gotten. She hadn’t been expecting that… She loved it though, and sitting in the Top Box was something that held rather, fond, memories for Olivia, even if it had been a different Top Box back then. Knowing that he had bought them for her was, well it was sweet really… even if she didn’t know how she was ever going to get him a gift to that extent in return.

Watching her Tornadoes play, because they were her Tornadoes, even if it was Beckett’s name on the paperwork. They were hers, and she loved to watch them play. At one point she had pulled Anderson up and onto her lap so that she would stay sitting still… Matches were exciting for her, even when they were winning by so much. They always had been, and the dive that their seeker had made to catch the snitch… Olivia thought that she had to have been freezing with the wind whipping around her the way that it was. She knew that their son loved Quidditch as much as she did, as much as Callahan and Lyla did, and really that was how Olivia thought that it should be. They should all do this as a family. The win over the Kestrels though was almost embarrassing. They had beaten them but over 250 points. There wasn’t as much excitement when you were up by that much. Though, Olivia was certainly not complaining, because she would take every win that they could get. She thought that after winning the League last season they may actually have a shot at this this season, and she was going to be at every game that she could be at to watch them.

It had been warmer in the Top Box than it had been for the rest of the fans, Olivia was sure of that, but she was just as sure that Anderson was probably going to melt in all of the clothes that she had dressed him in. It wasn’t like they were out in the elements with everyone else, but still, she wasn’t going to have her baby getting sick. They didn’t spoil them, not in excess, but Olivia knew that their children were well aware of just how much better off they were than some of the others. Than some of the Death Eaters’ children that they knew. There wasn’t as much of a stigma attached to them growing up, because she had managed to keep Beckett from that fate. That was all that truly mattered. That they were together, and that they were happy… It had been a rocky start, but they had figured it out, and that was what really mattered. Olivia smiled at her fiancé when he let them in the house in front of him, and she stopped to take off Anderson’s hat, and coat, before answering him. "I was thinking something warm, and filling after a day at the pitch. But if you want quick we can do pasta…” The witch paused in putting their son’s things on the coat rack as he ran off towards his room, when she felt Beckett’s hands on her shoulders. Olivia smiled as he took her cape, and then turned around to face him. “Thank you.”

There was nothing like the start of a new season, though this, of course, wasn’t the regular season but the European Cup. It had its own merits, though he was partial to the league cup, where he could keep up with the standings and the scores of other teams more easily. It wasn’t exactly hard to keep track of teams from other countries as well, obviously, but he wasn’t as invested in it since they didn’t matter other than for these two months. It didn’t mean that he was going to miss a match for as long as the Tornados were in the running, and he had reason to believe they’d make it quite far—he had seen enough of their practices. He would still be sure to be at every game and he was sure that Liv wasn’t against that either. Hell, he was sure Anderson would happily go to every match with them, but there might be an occasion where Beck would bring up to his fiancée hiring a sitter so they could go by themselves. He was sure that Anderson could live not going to every match, as much as he might claim otherwise. For now, though, it was nothing but a waiting game until stage two, and he would be keeping a close eye on other games to see just what team the Tornados would be up against. He liked their chances regardless, but there were some games that would be a closer match up than others.

Being in any top box brought back plenty of memories as far as Liv was concerned. It was hard not to be amused, thinking back to the day that he’d met her when she’d kissed him after Ireland had won the World Cup. That had been a memorable first impression, but they’d had… other good times in top boxes as well, particularly in the Tornados’ top box after he’d bought the team. They had gone on a… tour of the stadium. They had seen every room worth seeing, and some that he could have gone without seeing—the locker room, for instance, where spells could only do so much to make a room smell better. But it had been the top box that he’d pulled her into, and where they had spent a fair bit of time before finding the team’s coach again, who hadn’t had a clue where they had gone… that, or he’d just pretended he didn’t. Being in the top box while surrounded with people was something that he always found amusing… his thoughts would wander to that time, and other times since it hadn’t happened just once. When a match was in process though, thoughts of the other ways they’d spent time in the top box left his mind, because there was nothing else to focus on but the match when it was actually happening.

It was a difference between Liv and Eliza that he’d appreciated from the moment he’d met his now fiancée, before she’d even kissed him. It was impossible to ignore how invested she had been in the World Cup game back then, while she was sitting next to him. She had taken his wife’s spot when Eliza had decided not to come, and she was a far better person to sit by than his wife would have been. Eliza would have been bored five minutes in, would have wanted to talk and chatter the whole time, and he was glad that he hadn’t been subjected to that for once. Now he never had to be, and it was hard not to smirk when he ever did have to ask Liv something that came to mind during a game, as rare as that was, because she normally just shushed him and didn’t answer. “Let’s go with warm and filling. I won’t starve just yet,” he said, with a chuckle, since he thought that whatever she had in mind sounded a lot better than pasta after the day they’d had. Anderson promptly ran off once enough layers had been shed, and Beckett knew that they wouldn’t be seeing him before it was time to eat. Pulling his fiancée’s cape from her shoulders, he hung it onto a free hook on the stand, before turning to face her once more. “Of course…” Beckett answered, hands trailing from waist to her hips before bringing his lips to hers.

From the time that she was a little girl Olivia had loved quidditch. She wasn’t bad on a broom, but she had never had the desire to play, she simply just loved to watch. It was something that she had loved for as long as her father had been taking her to games, and the fact that the first time she had met Beckett just happened to have been at a quidditch game, well that was just fate. Of course, kissing a married man in the Top Box of the World Cup hadn’t exactly been in Olivia’s plans for that night, but it had happened anyway. She had thought that she would never have to see him again, but then he had seemed to be everywhere. For half a second she thought that maybe fate really just wanted to punish her for something, because she hadn’t done anything to deserve this. She hadn’t done anything to deserve catching, whatever she had caught for Beckett Graves. Because back then she wasn’t about to say that she had feelings for the man. She had done her best to ignore what was happening. She had done absolutely nothing to ask him to pursue her after that accidental kiss, and then he had any way. Somehow they had ended up in that coat closet… Somewhere along the way she had fallen in love with him.

And she had run. She had walked away. When Olivia realized that it wasn’t just in her head anymore, when she realized that her heart had gotten all caught up in it too she thought that there was more to it than that. She had run. She had packed her things, and she had kicked him out of her life, because she wasn’t going to love someone that she could never have. It had been Eliza, or it had been her, and that had been the end of it. She had told him as much too, and Olivia really didn’t think that she was going to ever see him again after that night. That had been it, it had been her, or it had been his wife, there was no having both anymore. When he had picked her though she had been stunned… It had taken awhile, but then he had come back. And he had come back divorced, and she hadn’t known what to say… He had come back, and she had taken him back, and they had it all. They had all of it. The house, and the kids and the life that anyone would have wanted… They were a picture perfect painting… and the portrait in the front foyer showed that. They really were the perfect family…

The game today though, it had just been the three of them. Anderson was still at home, though his brother and sister were both in school, and she had practically dragged her children to quidditch matches since they were big enough for her to reasonably take them into a crowd of that many people. She knew that her mother would have had her hide for taking an itty bitty baby to a quidditch match, but after Beckett had bought her the Tornados she had less qualms about taking Anderson even when he was really little. There was something different about being in a Top Box, even if Anderson hadn’t been a bitty baby, he was still little… It made Olivia curious to think about what Beckett would say if they had another baby now? If he would agree that taking a baby to the Top Box in the stadium was different than taking a baby before would have been. She was pulled out of her thoughts by the fact that they weren’t having a baby, she wasn’t having a baby… Shaking her head gently Olivia pushed those thoughts from her mind, and she smiled at him. “Good. I’d hate to have you starve to death on me… That would be rough to explain to our kids…” The red head tipped her chin up to look at him when he took her hips and she wrinkled her nose at him once before kissing him back gently, and then pulling away from him. “If you want to eat you’re going to have to let go dear…”

Buying the Tornados for Liv had been… kind of a spur of the moment idea. It was more than a little bit extravagant and he knew it, but she loved the team and he had wanted to do something nice. That had been what he had come up with, and he had to admit that he rather liked owning a Quidditch team. It was fun—he didn’t have to do all that much, and they got seats in the Top Box at every match. The team had also been doing damn well recently, since they had won the last league season. He was sure that they were going to keep up that streak for the European Cup… or so he hoped, at least. Admittedly, he did not pay as much attention to teams from the other countries involved, but he did know that they were still the best team in their league, at least in his opinion. He wouldn’t even call that too biased, since he ran the bloody department that kept up with Quidditch, and so obviously he was well aware of who was doing well and who was having their setbacks. He thought that the Tornados would keep this up and he would be glad to go to every game and watch it happen.

Today had been… not necessarily an exciting match, since they had such a lead that there really wasn’t a chance in hell of losing, but a win was a win nonetheless. And he knew that Liv and Anderson had enjoyed themselves too, especially the latter, since their son was young enough not to realize when a game’s conclusion was pretty much already easy enough to call. Beck knew that Anderson would sleep well tonight with all of the excitement from the day, and he thought that alone was enough of a reason for them to always bring him to Quidditch matches. He had a good time, loved it as much as the rest of the family did, and then he would be out for the night. Hopefully, at least. Once they got through dinner, but then he suspected that their son would conk out for the night without too much trouble. That would leave him plenty of time to spend with just Liv, which was good, because moving closer to her and taking off her cape was enough for him to want to just keep going… and that wasn’t exactly in option standing in the foyer while their son was awake—even if he had ran off to his room or Merlin knew where. That was something that was going to have to wait.

And he supposed that was fine, because Merlin, he was starving. He hadn’t realized it at the match, but now that they were home, it had hit him how much he wished that they had a maid or a cook or a house-elf that could have had dinner on the table for them the second that they got home. But he would exercise some amount of patience, because he knew that Liv’s cooking was worth having to wait a little bit, no matter what it was she had in mind. After a day at the pitch, whatever warm and filling meal that he was sure she had already come up with definitely would be fine by him. “Just a little rough to explain that you starved me.” He answered, with a grin, before kissing her. He knew that it hadn’t been too long since they had eaten last, and if Anderson wasn’t whining about eating than he shouldn’t be either, but he would hardly call it whining, or even being dramatic. It had just been a long day and now he was really bloody hungry. He didn’t think that he would be able to really focus on anything else, though kissing his fiancée did bring up other ideas… just ones that would have to wait. “Fine…” Beck replied, before pulling away and heading in the direction of the kitchen. “What do you want to drink?” He called back to her as he assumed that she wasn’t too far behind him.

When Beckett had come home with the Tornados as a surprise Olivia hadn’t had any idea what to say. She had gotten used to presents, maybe a bracelet or a necklace, sometimes even just a bottle of wine, but she had certainly never expected a Quidditch team. She had loved them since she was a little girl, and having him buy them for her, gift them to her… She had loved it. They weren’t poor, by any means, between the two of them they were actually incredibly wealthy, but still, and entire Quidditch franchise had been a surprise. They had been the best team in the league last season, and the European Cup had gone incredibly well. If they could keep the momentum going then they were looking at another winning season. Olivia thought that with Beckett running the Games and Sports Department they would have had to deal with more complaints of biased and whatnot, but as far as she could tell there hadn’t really been any. That or he had stolen her tagline and handled it himself. Really she suspected that whatever contract he had signed in closing on the team in the first place had been air tight, but the lawyer in her was still annoyed that she hadn’t gotten to read it. She trusted him though, and he knew what he was doing when it came to sports contracts, so she had never asked to see it, but sometimes she was simply curious.

Watching them play was something that Olivia never got tired of. She liked to watch the kids play too. Lyla and LJ both played for Ravenclaw after all, and Nick was on the National Team… Even Callahan had played when he was little, but then like she herself, he had grown to think that watching was by far more fun. There was a whole lot more enjoyment, and a whole lot less pressure when you were watching and not worried about actually paling. That wasn’t to say that Olivia didn’t get stressed and nervous during games, because she did. It was just that today’s game hadn’t been that particularly exciting. She didn’t think that that meant that they couldn’t enjoy it, because Olivia would have enjoyed it even if they had lost. Which would never have happened, they were the best in the league for a reason after all… but still. She and Anderson both would enjoy it, no matter the outcome, and she knew Beckett liked it. But she also knew that he went more to watch her than to watch the match sometimes. There was nothing wrong with that either. Him watching her… They had made good use of Top Boxes in the past after all. Olivia knew that games, no matter the final score, or how close they were, wore Anderson out, and she counted on that . The more tired their seven year old was the faster he went to bed after dinner, and the more time they had alone. It never failed that they could figure out how to get alone, they were good at it after all these years, and Olivia knew that a long day, and a warm dinner, and a hot shower would send Anderson out for the night.

That was the best possible outcome of the situation. The worst was that he would get clingy, and want to sleep with them. Which had happened on occasion, but wasn’t something that Olivia let happen all that often. She knew that there was a good deal of separation that needed to occur between them, and she also knew that the way that her fiancé’s hands felt on her hips left little to the imagination of what they could do after their youngest was asleep. Olivia rolled her eyes at him when he mimicked her statement that it would be hard to explain. He wasn’t going to starve. If Anderson wasn’t in here telling her that he was starving to death, neither was his father… The red head couldn’t help but laugh when he pulled away from her all exasperated and headed for the kitchen. “The red that I was drinking last night would be good.” She had left part of a bottle unfinished the night before, and so she thought that she may as well drink the same thing. It would go decently with what she had in mind for dinner, if it made it that long. She didn’t honestly remember how much was left in the bottle. She slipped her heels off, and banished them upstairs to their closest before padding barefoot down the hallway behind him. The thought of running up behind him and jumping on his back flitted through her mind, but then she thought better of it. Anderson was still awake, and something as ‘innocent’ as that could lead to something else a little too quickly for their to be little people awake.

He had always loved Quidditch. Beck couldn’t even recall a time when that hadn’t been true. He had grown up going to matches, and when he had gone to Hogwarts, playing on the team had been on his mind from the very start. At one point in his life, he had thought about playing professionally, but that wasn’t exactly a career choice that his parents would have approved of. No, Graves men went to the Ministry, and they rose in power politically there. While professional Quidditch players got fame, and money, and a sort of power… for a time, it wasn’t the kind of power that their family was known for, and it wasn’t the kind of power that he had been looking for. So as much as he had enjoyed playing in school, he knew that he would not be going on to do so professionally afterwards. But the department that he had chosen meant that he got a little bit of both. That had worked out for him. Beck knew that there were other departments in the Ministry that perhaps had more power and say than they did, since they were just in charge of Quidditch, and other such sports. But that was fine with him. He would have aimed higher, but it would have been a lot more work—and now that Ares had taken the Ministry by force, he couldn’t exactly aim for the highest seat. That wasn’t exactly possible, after all.

That was not a problem that he was looking to create. He liked Ares. Beck supposed he wouldn’t call the man his friend, but they were at the very least acquaintances. He was the man he called up if he felt like getting a good duel in, with someone that wasn’t going to hold back. Coming home with more than a few injuries was always common on those days, but it was important, in his opinion. No matter what was going on, whether they had been at war or not, to him, keeping up with dueling and martial magic was always critical. And hell, dueling was just an interesting way to keep that up. So the man was at least his acquaintance, and he didn’t have any plans to try to go after his job. That wouldn’t go over all that well, so he knew that his days of climbing the ladder were going to end here. That was fine. He was happy with the position that he had, and he was glad that he’d made the decision to buy Liv the Tornados. Technically, ownership was under his name, but they were hers. She knew it, and that was all that mattered. It meant that they got to enjoy Quidditch as much as they wanted to. He was glad that she loved the sport as much as he did. It was… always a little bit irritating, how much Eliza had disliked the sport. As good as she was at socializing in the types of settings that she was put into with him, he could always tell how bored she was when talking about the sport, even if no one else could.

It was unsurprising to him when she had missed that World Cup match, and he thought that there was some amount of irony in that. She had backed out at the last possible second, to the point that they’d had an empty seat in the top box, because it had been for her. Instead, Liv had gotten that seat. So really, his wife had ensured that he had met his mistress. She hadn’t known it, obviously, but that was still all kinds of ironic. He knew that affairs were wrong, that he was in the wrong for doing anything when he was married, but in a funny kind of way, it was literally Eliza’s fault that he and Liv had ever even met. They would have in the meetings that followed the debacle at the World Cup, but without that kiss, he didn’t know if it would have ended up the same. It might have, but they would never know. He just knew what happened, and knew that, despite everything, somehow he had managed to keep Liv throughout it, even when she had tried to walk away. She had given her ultimatum, and this house, and her, and the kids… that was what he had gotten out of it. He wouldn’t chance the choices that he had made for absolutely anything. “Good.” He answered, nodding in agreement as he made it to the kitchen. He pulled down a wine glass, and a tumbler for him, before pouring her some wine and handing it to her.

Her father loved Quidditch. It was just something that had been in her blood her entire life, and Olivia had taken that love for Quidditch and passed it on to their children as well. Beckett liked Quidditch too, he couldn’t have been the Head of the Department if he hadn’t at least liked Quidditch, but he hadn’t bought a Quidditch team for himself. He had bought it for her, and she loved that. Olivia thought that between the Tornados and the house in the Maldives there wasn’t anything else that Beckett could give her that she would love more. Well, okay she supposed that phrasing was wrong, she loved their children more, but as far as material things went, the house and the team were by far the best gifts that she could have gotten. She knew that there weren’t a whole lot of things that people really understood about one another, you could love someone, love your partner, in ways that no one else could really understand, and that was okay, because she thought that he loved her like that. She knew that she loved him, no matter everything that they had gone through to get where they were, she would do it again, to get here, with him, and their kids, and this life. Olivia thought that really they had it all, and she would have done it all over again to just wind up right back her with him. Part of her was confident that Beckett would say the same thing, and then part of her wondered if maybe that wasn’t true… Olivia believed in fate, and she believed that there was such a thing as the right place and the right time, and she had to wonder… If they got to go back and do it all over again, would he have married Eliza at all? Or would he have waited for her?

She almost hoped that he wouldn’t wait… That things would play out exactly how they had before, because one little change could change everything, and that… well that was a big change. It wasn’t as if she really wanted to be the dirty mistress that he had on the side, she hadn’t enjoyed that, but she also loved this life. She loved him, and their children and everything that they had done to become the people that they were today. The last thing that she wanted was to change anything that could change all of that. It was crazy to think that one little thing could have changed all of this… If she hadn’t have gone to the match that night… If Eliza had decided to go instead… It was just simply crazy that one choice, one action, could change the course of fate. She didn’t like to think about that too long though, thinking about something like that made her question things that shouldn’t have been questioned… Like the decision to never actually marry. She didn’t know that they had ever said that, but they had just seemed to come to an agreement that a piece of paper wasn’t necessary to say that they loved each other and that they were going to do this together. There were some times when she thought that it might have been a good idea, but then most of the time she thought about tit and she remembered that that would involve and wedding and all sorts of other things that she didn’t think she was going to be ready for planning out. This worked out just fine, and she liked this. This sort of existence where they were together, they were married, in every sense of the word except for a couple of rings, and two signatures on a piece of paper.

That piece of paper didn’t mean anything, not really. It would mean a change in her name and some more diamonds. That was it. The only reason that she thought that they would need it was in court. There were legalities that could be called upon when one was married but she didn’t think that they were going to need them. Not now. Not now that there was no reason for anyone to investigate them again. That was something that Olivia had spent years avoiding. She knew that there were plenty of things that had gone missing about plenty of people over the years. There had been files that had been slipped into stacks that had made certain things a lot more possible, and if asked she had no idea what anyone was talking about. There were privileges that would have come from being married that would have protected them, if one of them were to be questioned about the other one, then spousal privilege could have saved them both. But Olivia didn’t think that anyone would be questioning them about anything anymore. They were pretty much set now. Following Beckett into the kitchen Olivia used magic to start getting everything that she needed to cook with out, and then started mixing the ingredients for the stew portion by hand, knowing that she could set it to a slow simmer while she made the crust. “They won by a good margin today… I think we might have another winning season on the ticket… How long has it been since someone’s won two years running?”

This had been a good day. It was days like today that he did wish that Lyla and Callahan weren’t at school, so they all could have gone to the match. He was glad that his and Liv’s love of Quidditch and flying had quite obviously been passed down to all of their kids as well. Some of them liked watching more than playing, and some of them loved being up in the air as much as they loved watching a match. It would have been better if they had all been able to be there, but they had the summer months for that. There would be plenty of time to go to Tornados matches then, when it usually became a bit of a family affair. They went to nearly every match in some capacity—whether just he and Liv were going, or the whole family, or maybe Lyla had plans so just Anderson and Callahan went with them… it all depended. That was what he missed when the kids were at school, but today had still been a good day. The match had been a good one, if a bit unexciting, but he was never going to complain about an easy win. It just proved that the team was as good as he thought they were. They were going to be a force to be reckoned with again this season, in his opinion, and it had been quite some time since the same team won two years running—particularly if they won the European Cup too. And they were off to a good start on that.

Now that they were home, he knew that Anderson would be riled up from the match, but would conk out easily after dinner, which was good. Their son being asleep meant that he could do what he’d been tempted to do all day, since it was particularly hard to be in that top box and not think about what they’d done up there during the tour of the stadium. But he had pushed those sorts of thoughts from his mind, because they were at the match as a family, and it had been a good day. He knew he or Liv would have to write Lyla and tell her what had happened during the match. Their daughter more than likely had been listening to the match on the radio, but she would want a play-by-play from their perspective as well. He thought their daughter liked the team nearly as much as her mother did—it was a rather close call, in his opinion. Callahan would just be glad to know that they had won, he was sure, and Anderson was sure to talk his siblings ears off about the match that he’d gotten to go to. They would see Callahan and Lyla until Easter, of course, but somehow he didn’t think that would stop their youngest from talk about a months old match and how much fun it had been.

Dinner was on his mind now though, and he was glad that Liv had already started to think about what they should have. On days like these, he thought that it would be useful to start food before they even left—those sort of dishes existed, as far as he was aware, and that way food would be ready the second that they got home. Instead, he’d have to exercise patience, which was not always easy for him when he was hungry. Once he’d handed Liv a glass of wine, he went over to sit down at the island. He supposed he could help, but Liv always seemed to have it covered when it came to cooking, and he would more than likely just get in the way. Instead, he was rather content to just watch her cook. Taking a sip of his drink, he considered her question for a moment. “Probably not since ’01 when the Harpies won.” It was the last time that came to mind for him, at least, and although he had said probably, he wasn’t one to get facts wrong and so he was rather positive that he was correct on that score. “Now, since a team won a league cup, a European Cup, and then another league cup… decades.” He thought that was a rather good goal, and one that was also possible with how well they were playing.