"What's going on? What happened?" I asked. He shrugged and put his hands in pockets. "I just miss you. It's driving me crazy." He said. "How did you find my house?" I asked. "I can't tell you." "Your mom told you, didn't she?" I asked crossing my arms. "Yes, but don't tell her you know." "I won't, Haz. Just calm down." I said. He looked down. He wouldn't look me in the eyes. "Does she know who I am?" He asked. "Of course she does. You're her father. I didn't let her forget you. Just because I was pissed off doesn't mean I'm going to be like that." I said. I tried looking at his eyes, but he looked away. "Will you look at me?" I asked. He wouldn't look at me. So I cupped his face and made him look at me. His eyes were dull and blank. "Harry, what have you gotten yourself into?" I asked him quietly. I let go of his face. "Can-can I see her, Y/n? Please?" He asked. I examined his features. His hair was messy and in his face, just like the little girl I know so well. "Mommy, who are you talking to?" Sage asked. Harry looked down beside me and I looked down at Sage. "She's so big." Harry said to me as he smiled. Sage looked up at him and tilted her head. "You look alot like my daddy." She said. Harry giggled at her tone of voice. "Sage?" "He looks like daddy. Like just like daddy." She said. "That is your daddy." I said to her. Harry knelt down to her and she smiled. "Daddy!" She yelled as she wrapped her arms around Harry's neck. Harry held her tightly. "Hi, baby girl." Harry said. "Babe, what's going on out here?" Brad asked as he stepped next to me. Harry looked up and he clenched his jaw before standing up with Sage in
" Who's this? " Brad asked. "I'm Harry. Sage's father. Who are you? " Harry asked. "Haz, this is my boyfriend Brad." I said. I felt Harry become angry. "Babe, why don't you go back inside? I'll be inside in a minute." I said. He nodded before kissing my cheek and walking inside and closing the door. Harry shook his head. "What?" I asked. "I just don't get it." "Get what?" I asked tucking Sage's hair behind her her. "You don't need me, but you need him. It's just weird." "Harry, seriously? Don't be jealous." I said smiling. "How can I not be jealous? You're my girl. Just because you hate me doesn't mean that my feelings for you changed." He said looking at Sage. "She's so beautiful. And she's grown up so much." "She's got your attitude and looks of course. She doesn't even look like me." I said. "She gets her beauty from you, baby." He said quietly. Sage started playing with Harry's hair. I didn't even care that he called me baby. A shine caught my eye and I looked at Harry's necklace. My wedding ring hung around a chain and I picked it up from agaisnt his chest. "You still have it." I said. "Of course I do. It's been there since the day you left my house. I never take it off." He said. "I'm sorry I you missed so much. It's my fault. I'm sorry." He shook his head. "It's not your fault, Y/n. I don't blame you for anything. I treated and you and our daughter like trash and I shouldn't have. I love you two so much and I wouldn't be surprised if you never forgive me." He said. I sighed. "Harry," I said. He looked up at me. Our eyes connecting. "I forgive you. It was in the past and I'm tired of being mad about it. It's exhausting. I think maybe if you start seeing Sage more and every weekend, or even picking her up from school to spend time with her it would help you. It would make you happier and it would be good for her, too. She needs you and you need her." He smiled. "You mean that?" He asked. I smiled and nodded. "I really mean it." his arms.
