"Harper, it's time to get up," I whisper, my arms cradling the girl. I came over shortly before Harry got home, just so Anne could spend the night out with Robin. Harry texted me to tell me he's still meeting with the publisher, and I took to watching Harper.
She has fallen asleep and I'm afraid she won't sleep much tonight because of it. The nap was a solid two hours and I know she'll be off the walls crazy for Harry and I tonight.
Once she starts to stir, I tell her I'm going to start making dinner and she nods.
"Do chicken quesadillas sound good?" I ask, and she smiles.
"Sounds delicious," she grins, grabbing her book from the table. She buries her nose in the book and I start to prepare dinner. It's shortly after six when Harry gets home and he smiles at me, my lips pressing to his cheek.
"What are you making?" he wonders and I turn back to the food.
"Chicken quesadillas," I say, and he wraps his arm around me. I feel him kiss my hair and I smile, not able to help myself but think this could be our future.
"Harp, what book are you reading?" Harry asks, then the two start a whole new conversation. I finish up the first quesadilla and call Harper over, handing it to her. She hugs me and goes to the table, Harry sitting with her while she eats. I manage to finish making two fairly quickly and I take them over, sitting at the table.
"How'd it go Harry?" I ask, his head nodding.
"They liked it. So they're scheduling a meeting with another managing publisher to see if it will get published," he grins, my smile growing.
"Oh my gosh, that's amazing," I beam, then Harper cheers too.
"Harry wrote a book!" she cheeks, so happy for her brother. I couldn't be prouder. It took a lot of courage for Harry to put himself out there like this, but I'm still trying to get used to the thought that he's doing this for us. He willingly let his book get potentially published just to provide a future for us.
"Why don't you go finish that book?" Harry asks, Harper nodding. She goes over and finishes her book and I look over at him, his hand grabbing mine.
"Did they really like it?" I whisper, his head nodding.
"I was so nervous, Carls. But they were astonished at my writing style. They found it unique; refreshing in a sense," he explains, and I can't stop smiling.
"I'm so happy, Harry. Oh my God," I beam, standing and hugging him. He stands and wraps me tight in his arms, my eyes closing as I relax with him.
"You're so amazing. I'm so proud, baby," I whisper, his head lifting. He pecks my lips and I lift my hand to his cheek, my thumb brushing against it.
"I'm ready to be with you. I-I think we can do this," he tells me, my heart racing. I knew it took a lot to get here, but I'm so happy. We both feel very strongly about each other and I know we can do it.
"Good, because I think so too," I smile, his cheeks flushing and his dimple appearing.
He lets me go and we start the dishes, my hand washing while his holds a towel to dry.
"Harry, I'm putting on the Netflix," Harper calls, my head turning to look at her.
"Okay. Only the stuff on your list," he calls, my head swiveling to look at him. I smile at him and he grins, his arms wrapping around me from behind.
"The way you are with her makes me feel some sort of way," I tell him, his hands moving to cover mine. I stop washing and lean into him, his lips pressing to my hair.
"What kind of way?" he asks, my lower lip taken between my teeth.
"It makes me feel, I don't, hopeful. You're so good with kids," I say, his thumbs brushing mine.
"Hopeful?" he whispers, my heart stopping. I didn't realize it, but I'm talking about kids. There's the potential that Harry and I could be in a relationship that could potentially leads to kids.
I must look like a tomato with how much I'm blushing.
"Kids," he says before I can speak. "A-Are you implying..."
"Harry," I cut him off, his hands letting mine go and turning me around. "It put a thought in my head. I'm sorry if I'm scar-" he presses his lips to mine and I lift my hands to his cheeks.
"It doesn't scare me," he whispers, the boy smart enough to figure out what I'm thinking.
"That was the nicest way of telling me to shut up," I flush, his lips curving at me. He kisses the tip of my nose and I'm unable to stop smiling, his eyes not looking away from me.
I lean up and peck his lips again, my eyes closing at the feeling. My body wants him and I lean into him, his hands moving to my waist.
"I wish I could be with you," he whispers so only I can hear, my heart pounding.
"Me too," I say, falling into him. I'm so in love with him right now that nothing else seems to matter. I never thought I'd fall in love with anyone, but now I can't help but love him more every day.
"I love you," I tell him, his smile so bright.
"I love you too," he beams, pressing another kiss to my lips. I'm let go and he walks over to Harper, tickling her. She jumps onto his lap and I sit beside them, but Harper decides to sprawl out across our laps.
She watches her TV show and I play with her hair while she watches, her eyes fluttering closed every once in a while.
Then she starts to fall asleep and Harry lifts her up, carrying her to bed. While he's upstairs, I hear the door open and Anne walks in with Robin behind her.
"Hi Carly. How was the night?" she beams, my body getting up.
"It was good. We made quesadillas," I smile, leaning against the counter.
"Harry putting little Harp to bed?" Robin asks and I nod, only to have Harry come downstairs shortly after.
"Have a good night, Harry?" Anne asks, then beams. "How was the publisher?"
He blushes and nods, my eyes admiring him. I'm in love with this man.
"They liked my story," he smiles, pulling me into his arms. I assume it's because he doesn't want his mother to smother him, but I'll take being in his arms any day.
"Oh Harry, I'm so proud of you, my beautiful boy," Anne beams, reaching up despite me and kissing his cheek.
"Nice job Harry. That's awesome," Robin says, shaking his hand. I'm then tugged back further into Harry's arms and I smile, basking in being with him.
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