The smart girl falls for him.. that one frat boy that everyone falls for. But she's different. She's smart. She doesn't attend the parties. She doesn't skip class. But when he moved to LA with some friends, he caught everyone's attention with his lo...
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Claire walked out of her bredroom and into Delilah's to wake her up for school... and she found both her babies curled up in the bed together.
She escaped the room and went back to wake Harry up
"Come look at this" Claire said with a grin
Harry and her both went to the room and peered in at their kids..
"Aww" he sighed and got out his phone to take a few pictures
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As Delilah slid into a pretty dress and leggings for school, Harry rounded up her hairbrush and a head band
She looked a little sad today.. and Harry noticed.. He planned to ask while he was doing her hair.
She sat on her bed and he stood behind her
"A headband okay?" he asked
She nodded and looked at her lap
"Baby, will you tell me what's wrong?"
She was silent for a few seconds.. then she whispered, "the dream.. it's.. scary, daddy"
His heart broke a little. He sat next to her and took her hands
"I want you to tell me every little bit of it that you can remember, okay?"
"But.."
"It'll help, I promise."
"It starts.. with.. the crash" the young girl sighed, "and the policemen shouting"
"Okay.. do you know what they're saying?"
"No.. they're just yelling.. and.. they pull m-mom out"
He nodded and squeezed her hands, wanting her to know that he's happy to listen
"And" a tear slid down her cheek, "and then I'm in the wait room"
"Do you see me?" he asks
"You run in with Claire and bubba"
Harry nods. He remembers, too. How could he forget?
He was terrified.. just like Delilah was.
"You hugged me.. and.. I c-cried.. and,.. "
"Sh.. slow. Slow, baby. Take a breath"
"A doctor told us she was gone.. and.. that's, I think, where I wake up"
"Look at me, love" Harry sighs. His little replica does as he asks
"Bad things happen to really good people"
"Why?"
"I'm afraid I don't know, Delilah.. but when bad stuff happens, it's scary. and really hard to forget.. and sometimes, it's just so bad, that we can't forget."
She nodded. She understood that.
"But that's okay.. because that bad memory makes us stronger."
"How? It just makes me cry and miss her.."
"It shows that she's always with you. Because you remember all the good times, too. Right?"
"Like.. when we went roller skating?"
"Exactly"
"And.. all the car rides where we sang to the radio?"
"Just like that."
"I like thinking about that." Delilah whispered with a broken heart
"If you wake up from a bad dream, think about all the good stuff and you'll feel better. I promise."
