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Chapter 106

If I don't have you with me, I'm alone
You know I never know which way to go
I think I need you with me for all-time
When I need new direction for my mind

— The Neighbourhood, Compass

. . . .

The entire day, I planned on making Harry dinner for our last night together, and I looked up numerous recipes until I read off five to him and asked him to tell me which two sounded appealing. Therefore, he wouldn't know which one I would be making, so the surprise is there.

Lilly had helped me for about ten minutes or so till she got sensitive to the onion I had been cutting, and she left to color with Harry at the table. He and I assembled the table and chairs together after Lilly and I finished up on the cookies. I wasn't much help as I only handed him the pieces he needed.

Now that I'm done with dinner, I had Lilly clear up her coloring supplies and set the table. As I was setting the dish with the slaughtered cow incorporated into it on the center of the table, Harry rests his hand on my back and curls his other palm around my cheek.

He kisses my lips and says, "Thank you."

"Anytime."

"Come sit. You've done enough," he says and motions towards the empty chair across from Lilly as he sits at the end of the table.

"I still have more to get."

"I'll get it."

"No, sit down. You already do so much for me. This is my payment back to you."

"Alright."

He looks amused as he sits back and enjoys being served to for once instead of doing the cooking, serving, and cleaning up afterward. I grab the small dish that I made without meat, then finally sit down with the other two. 

We eat the rest of our meal with playful banter, and Harry helps me clear the table so I can start on the dirty dishes. Meanwhile, Lilly runs off to the bedroom to get ready for her bath. I reassure Harry that I can handle putting the food away and doing the dishes on my own. After washing only two dishes so far, I manage to splash water all over my shirt–which is white, and I'm not wearing a bra which means that Harry's missing out.

I try to finish up without drenching my entire body in water, and once I'm done washing, I let the dishes air dry on the rack to just go get changed; however, a better idea came to mind. 

I dig through my underwear drawer to find the set of lingerie that Harry swoons over. I throw on both pieces, then cover up the surprise with a shirt that's larger on Harry since he's lost a little bit of weight. 

When Lilly's dried and out of the bath, we find a movie that she wants to watch on Netflix. Midway through, though, he leaves to take his shower, but Lilly and I are still invested in the movie. 

When Harry does return back to sit with us to finish the movie, he doesn't pay attention to the film at all and instead reads a book with my legs in his lap.

"Lilly, when the film is over, I want you to get ready for bed."

"But, Daddy–"

"No, Lilly. You could barely keep your eyes open this morning. You're going to bed at your normal time."

She drops her hands into her lap and gives Harry the widest puppy dog eyes she can muster while also raising the inner portion of her eyebrows upwards. I would have given into her right away, but I'm not her parent, and he's made up his mind.

"That's not going to work, Lil. I'm used to you two doing it by now."

"Bullshit," I whisper to him. "You still give in to the both of us."