The state I'm in COMPLETED

Meeting

I was curled up in my armchair, wrapped in a fleece blanket, trying to focus on a book from Dr. Davy's reading list when I heard the door unlock.

The second Harry stepped inside, his grin was so wide it looked like it might hurt. His green eyes sparkled with excitement, warmth radiating off him like sunlight.

"Hi, you..." he murmured, towering over me.

I smiled, setting my book aside and standing, letting the blanket fall to the floor as I welcomed him into my arms.

"Hi."

"Congratulations." I buried my face in his chest, holding him tight.

"Thanks, baby," he beamed, squeezing me even tighter.

I pulled back, studying his face. "So... how does it feel?"

He exhaled, as if trying to find the right words. "I don't know... I have no words. I feel so... overwhelmed?"

I smiled. "Did you hold him?"

"Yeah..." His voice softened. "Val, he's so tiny. And I think he looks like me."

I laughed, pulling him down to sit, settling into his lap as I drew the blanket over our legs.

"Then he must be ridiculously handsome."

He smirked. "That he is." His arms tightened around me before he whispered, "I wish you were there. I meant it before, you know..." His eyes locked onto mine. "I wish he was ours."

I swallowed, unsure how to respond to something so deep, so unexpected. Instead, I just smiled and kissed him softly.

"This is either really good... or I'm starving," Harry said, scraping his plate clean.

"You're starving." I laughed, taking his plate to the sink.

"...And I'm so exhausted." He yawned dramatically. "Let's sleep. Please."

"Go take a shower, and I'll finish the dishes."

"Don't be long..."

"I won't."

As he disappeared down the hallway, I overheard him chatting with Rose, his voice animated as he told her how happy he was, how relieved he felt. My heart swelled—he was genuinely happy. And no matter what challenges lay ahead, I was determined to be there for him.

By the time I crawled into bed, Harry was already under the covers, eyes closed, but the moment I settled in, he pulled me to him, moulding his body to mine, my back against his chest.

"Sleep, Harry," I whispered.

His lips brushed against my shoulder. "Are you okay, baby?"

"Yeah. Don't worry about me."

A beat of silence. Then, quietly—almost hesitantly—"Are we okay?"

I twisted slightly to look at him. "Yeah, we are."

His lips pressed against my shoulder again. "I love you..." His voice was drowsy, content. "I just love someone else now, too. Is that even possible?" I could hear the grin in his voice.

I smiled. "Yeah... it is."

"I love you, Val."

"I love you, too. Now hush and sleep."