Sage

28

"Do you wanna order some food? I'm not sure how long it's been since you actually ate something," Harry asks as we enter his condo. He comes behind me, closing the door shut with a soft thud.

He and Jenny were most definitely right about me needing to get out. When I first stepped outside, I felt like a fucking vampire, shielding my eyes from the sun and wincing as I made my way to Harry's Lexus. He noticed and offered his shades but I declined, I didn't want them to be right. I still like to think I was fine and just lost track of time. I blame the pregnancy brain.

But he was right to assume I hadn't had a decent meal during those days, so I nod. He nods back, placing my backpack of a couple of outfits and toiletries on the couch before running a hand through his hair and blowing out a breath, like he'd forgotten what he was going to do.

"Um, I can call Julio, what are you in the mood for?"

My stomach growls at the thought of having whatever I wanted to eat, and I instantly tell him, "Seafood,"

"Is Salmon okay?"

"Sure,"

"Alright, be right back, then," He grabs his phone from his back pocket and messes on it as he makes his way into the kitchen, presumably to order the food.

I walk toward the large windowed wall and look at the city line. It looks beautiful in the setting sun, cascading his apartment in a warm, golden hue. I cross my arms over my chest and take a small breath, taking in the picturesque view as well as the quietness (except for Harry's mumbling in the kitchen).

My apartment was always loud in some way. If it wasn't the washer machine spinning too harshly, it was the fridge humming, and if it wasn't that, it was the air conditioning that made an ear-fucking noise each time the place got under 74 degrees.

Harry's house was different.

I could hear myself breathe, and I could hear myself think.

A helicopter flies over a few buildings, hosting a news logo on the side. I recognize the area, the darker and hidden area of the serene image. Southside. I never realized how gloomy the place was until I came here. It makes me envy Harry.

A knock on the front door has me turning around and inhaling a breath through my nostrils. Harry comes out of his kitchen, shoving his phone back into his pocket as he opens the door for Julio, who wheels a large case that I assume his instruments are in. He gives me a warm smile and nods before heading off to the kitchen, and Harry comes toward me, flashing his brows and offering the same faint smile.

"Do you like the view?"

"Do I?" I hum. "It's...pretty,"

"It's the only reason I got it," He tells me, his hands in his pockets as we both watch the sun slowly set. "I've had it about two years now?"

"Two?" I repeated. "Didn't you and Quinn have a house together?"

"I wanted my own space...to think..." He lies through his teeth and it has me laughing. He looks down at me with his lips quirking into a smirk, "What?"

"I'm not stupid Harry," 

"You try being married to somebody like her, shit was exhausting. I honestly hoped that she had an affair or something and I'd get an easy way out."

Harry never told me exactly what was so bad about Quinn, and I never asked. I never cared enough. I wanted to say that she must have treated him horribly for him to have feelings that strong toward her, but  I also know he probably spoke about me the same way just a few months ago.

The notion is just another reminder that I really don't know who he is.

"So," He clears his throat, making me glance up at him. "I read that you can feel the baby moving at sixteen weeks, and I know you're a little past that. Have you...felt anything?" He asks me.