Marigold and Daisies (H.S.)

Five

Marigold's POV

"Grilled salmon for you..." Harry hummed as he placed a plate full of food in front of me. "And dino nuggets for the princess." He placed a paper plate in front of Daisy, leaning his upper body forward in a dramatic bow. Daisy couldn't contain her laughter, she absolutely adored everything that Harry did.

"Looks delicious." I hummed happily as I looked at the food in front of me. Harry nodded, sitting down across from me at the table and pouring wine into our glasses.

Harry opted to have us over for dinner instead of going out to a restaurant, that way I didn't need to worry about finding a sitter for Daisy. 

His house was beautiful. Decorated in a way that screamed Harry. It was huge, modern and even though the furniture looked luxurious, there were sprinkles of home that filled the house. He had photos of his family displayed everywhere, and I mean everywhere. I was glad to know that he still prioritized his family over anything else. His awards were lined up on a shelf and his plaques on the wall beside it, proudly on display for his guests to see.

My eyes lingered on a small photo frame on his bookshelf. It was one I would recognize anywhere. It could be in a room filled to the brim with junk and I would see it immediately. It was a homemade frame that my mom helped me make for his 7th birthday, a photo of him and I standing in mom's garden still in the frame.

"Wow," I mutter to myself, eyes glued to it.

"Didn't think I'd get rid of that did you?" Harry noticed what had me in such a trance, making me jump in my spot. "Sorry.." He chuckles under his breathe.

"Just didn't think I'd see it here." I shrug, my fork digging into the food. 

"It was one of the first things I packed." He admitted. 

I don't know if this was flattering or a punch to the gut. "So you've stared at a photo of us for the past 7 years and you couldn't-" I stopped myself, tugging my bottom lip between my teeth. This is supposed to be a goodnight, don't soil it.

Harry let out a deep sigh beside me, undoubtedly ashamed of himself. His finger grazed my arm slightly, unsure of if it was okay or not.

"Sorry." I mumble, shaking my head to myself.

Harry shakes his head. "You have no reason to apologize. You've got every right to be upset with me still." He didn't say anything after that, a slightly tense silence surrounding us.

"Thank you for coming a little earlier than we planned." Harry cleared his throat softly, changing the subject of conversation. "I've uh- I've got some plans for us tonight." He smiled softly, rubbing his hands together. He almost seemed nervous.

The tattoo ink on his hand caught my eye, of course I knew he had tattoos. Hell, I was with him when he got his first one. But now his body was littered with black ink and I found myself wanting to see each one with my own eyes, to feel each spot with my own fingers. I want him to tell me the story behind all of them, knowing he was one to always make sure they have meaning. I'm eager to know if that's changed or not.

"Mari?" My eyes met his again, snapping me out of my thoughts. I let out an innocent chuckle and a crooked smile. "You alright there?" He questioned.

"Y-yeah. Yes. Yes I'm good. Sorry." I chuckled, glancing at Daisy who was devouring the chicken nuggets and mac and cheese Harry had prepared for her. "Thank you for cooking." I poked at the salad on the plate before putting a forkful in my mouth.

"Bunny, what do you say to Harry for cooking you this delicious food?" I tickled her sides softly causing her to erupt in a fit of laughter.

"Thang you." She smiled at Harry, not being able to properly pronounce certain letters still. Harry grinned at her attempt to say thank you, responding with a very gooey you're welcome.