Unexpected

53. Harry

I knock at the door and Jade opens it, her face swollen with sleep.

"Helen?" I ask her as I come in and take off my jacket.

She gestures towards Helen's room. "Here," she says with her voice thick with sleep.

"Right."

I walk to her door and knock lightly. When she doesn't respond, I enter.

I find her asleep in the center of the bed, hugging her knees and breathing hard. Her face is troubled, like she's in some kind of pain.

I take off my shoes and slip under the covers with her. I move closer and hug her, breathing her scent and moving her hair away from her face.

"I love you, Helen Scott," I whisper.

I love her so damn much.

Helen moves, probably feeling me here, and puts a leg on my lap and a hand on my chest.

After a while, I close my eyes, trying to fall asleep too, but suddenly a hand is on my face, caressing my cheek.

Helen has her eyes open, and she looks at me with...sadness?

"What is it, baby?" I tell her.

She smiles and blinks several times. "Nothing. I love waking up with you," she says, her voice shaking.

I frown, confused. "Did something happen?" I ask.

She shakes her head. "No, everything is fine."

"It doesn't seem like it. What happened?" I press.

She kisses me on the lips, slow and soft. "Nothing," she says again.

I turn to lay on my side, and face her. Our noses brush with each other, our lips almost touch.

"How do you feel?" This morning she didn't seem like she was fine.

"Good." She runs her hand through my hair, pushing them backward. "Kiss me, please. I need you now," she says, whispering on my lips.

I kiss her, holding her face with my hand. I part her lips with my tongue, slipping it in her mouth and searching for hers. They meet and start moving together, tangling with each other.

"I love you, Harry," she pants between kisses. "You know, right?"

I nod, looking into her eyes that shine with tears. "I know, I love you too."

Why is she telling me this? I mean, why is she almost crying?

"Babe, what's up?" I ask, caressing her cheek whit my thumb.

She blinks, and tears fall on her face. "I don't know, but I need you." She kisses me. "Don't run away, I need you," she says.

I frown; what's wrong? "Why do you need me? Why are you telling me this? What's going on?"

She sniffles, then bursts into sobs. "I don't know!" she cries out. "Stay with me, please."

I hug her tightly, trying to calm her down. "Baby..." What's going on?

Eventually, she calms down, her breathing steady again. "Harry..." she starts to say, "look what's on my nightstand."

I glance at it. There's a lamp, a book, her phone, and...a blue box. What's that?

I reach out above her head, picking it up. Helen grips my t-shirt, as if scared that I'd run away.

It's a pregnancy test. Fuck.

She cries again and sobs. "I...I'm sorry."

"You don't have to be sorry," I tell her. "Are you pregnant?" I ask.

She swallows. "I don't know, probably," she tells me.

I close my eyes, trying to make up what is happening. God.

"We had unprotected sex two times, and I completely forgot the pill. It's all my fault..."

I hold her face in my hands, and look at her in the eyes. "No, baby, it's not. Don't ever say that again," I tell her.

Then I think. Her sore breasts, her cramps, her dizziness, her tiredness...everything makes sense now.

"Take the test, if it's positive tomorrow you'll get tested by a doctor," I tell her.

She wipes away her tears with her hands and gets up, taking the test with her. I follow her, until she locks herself in the bathroom.

Oh, my God. How did this happen? Dammit.

Of course she—we forgot about the pill. We went through hell and back during those days, we had to deal with lots of things...

I feel so guilty. It's my fault if I put her through that. I knew we shouldn't have gone this far. But, fuck, I love her, and I can't let her go, I need her as much as she needs me.

But whatever happens, I want her to know that I'm here, I will never leave her. She's my woman, I'm her man, she's going to be the mother of my children and I'm gonna marry her one day, and make her happy. I love her so damn much that I'd do anything to make her happy.

The way she fears that I might run away breaks my heart. It shows how much she's insecure about my love for her, and I have to fix this.

I'm not who I was before her, not anymore. I'm a better me now, and I want her to know.