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Chapter 68

I think I worry a lot
I need to take it easy
I got this anxious feeling
But it goes away for a minute
When I'm with you breathing

- The Neighbourhood, Cry Baby

. . . .

With just my luck, Harry gets better within the next twenty-four hours which means he can make it to his interview...and the dinner. He's now in his regular routine of waking up at exactly eight in the morning and going for a jog around the neighbourhood. He had invited me to go along, but he already knew my response was no before he even finished his question.

I opted to either lay in bed until he gets back or just get up and make breakfast for him and Lilly. Choosing the latter, I get out all of the ingredients for scrambled eggs and disgusting bacon for them.

After getting the eggs and toast cooked and set on the table while the bacon is sizzling in the pan, nausea crashes over me in waves and I have to hold my shirt over my nose to try to block out the scents. As I'm doing this, I see Harry walk over out of nowhere with a big grin on his face.

"If the bacon makes you sick, then don't cook it." He sets his phone on the countertop beside the stove and leans on his elbow.

"This is my way of showing you how much I love you." I flip the strips onto their other sides with the spatula.

"Well, thank you."

He pushes himself off of the countertop and stands behind me with his hands on my hips, his head on my shoulder, slowly swaying our hips side to side to the rhythmic beat from the song playing from my phone beside me. My entire body becomes overwhelmed with chills as he kisses down my neck, hands still desperately pulling my hips to his and slightly grinding on him. The entire state of nausea has subsided and my nose is lost in Harry's scent mixed with the mint laced in his hot breath on my neck.

Much to my surprise and dismay, he leaves me breathless and needy, pats my ass lightly, kisses my cheek, and whispers, "You may want to turn that music off. We wouldn't want Lilly to hear that, would we?"

And then he nonchalantly walks out as nothing happened.

Once breakfast was ready and I'm serving the two their breakfast, I set Lilly's plate in front of her with all the components and Harry's with only two out of the three. He looks at me with furrowed brows and asks, "Where's the rest of the bacon?"

I deviously grin and sit down with my plate. "I accidentally burnt it."

"Yet Lilly's is perfectly fine."

"Well, half of it burned, so I threw it out. We wouldn't want Lilly eating the burnt bacon, would we?"

He now sees what's going on and he sits back in his chair with a bitten-back smirk on his lips and a short laugh.

"Okay," he holds his arms up in surrender. "I'm sorry."

"As you should be."

I'm just getting done dishing the rest of Harry's food onto his plate when he pulls me onto his lap and kisses the corner of my jawline, whispering, "I'll make it up to you later. I promise."

For the rest of the meal, I move back to my seat and listen to Lilly telling us about what she wants to do for summer. In the middle of her speaking, my phone starts ringing from the countertop beside the stove. When I look at the caller I.D it reads as 'unknown' but when I answer, Anne's chirpy voice comes through the speaker. Walking into the living room for some quiet, I say, "Hi, Anne."

"Good morning, love. I hope I wasn't interrupting anything."

"Oh, no, we just got finished breakfast."