After Death.

Chapter 2

                                                     ~It was a day after the funeral of Amanda.~

              Harry was seated at the computer, trying to listen if Darcy came in. He was tired, but he didn't exactly feel like sleeping.

             He was busy listening to all of Amanda's favorite songs. Like "Wish you were here" by Pink Floyd. Amanda always said that the song reminded her of her father who passed away when she was 17.

               He was her best friend and it was one of his favorite songs, so Amanda always heard it. Now this song reminded him of her. She loved this song, she loved it so much. 

         As Harry pressed play on the video for the 15th time, he heard his door being pushed open. 

             "Daddy?" Little Darcy squeaked, barely pushing the big door open. 

         Harry looked over at her, he heard her small voice crack. 

                 "Darc? Is everything okay baby?" He replied, watching her from behind the desk. 

         Since Amanda passed, Darcy had been plagued by horrible nightmares. Darcy didn't know why, or how to accept the fact that mommy was never coming back, and Harry just didn't know how to explain it to her. 

                  "Daddy, I had a bad dream about mummy. Why are you still up?" She asked, rubbing her small eyes, holding onto her stuffed animal for dear life. 

              Tears had sprung up to her eyes, that looked just like Amanda's. 

                   "I know baby, I did too." He said, watching Darcy walk around to his side of the desk. 

            Harry looked down at her little front of her pajama's and could see a little wetspot. 

             "Darcy baby? Did you have an accident?" Harry asked, hoping that she didn't. 

               Darcy's face instantly turned red and tears fell down her cheeks. 

               "Daddy, I miss mo-mommy." She choked out before bursting into a fit of tears. Harry opened his arms and she pretty much ran into them, wrapping her arms around his neck, sobbing into his t-shirt covered chest. 

               Harry softly stroked her long brown hair, not sure what else to do. 

                  "Darcy baby, look at daddy." Harry sang into her ear. 

         She sniffled but looked up to him. Harry brought his hands up and cupped her small face, rubbing away the tear streaks with the pads of his thumbs. 

                  "Mummy is looking down at us right now, telling us to not cry. She is happy right now with grandma and grandpa. She is telling us that she misses us and that everything is going to be okay. Do you understand that baby? She loved us, and now she misses us too." Harry cooed softly.

         Darcy nodded, but Harry knew that it was a really hard thing for her to understand. Hell, he barely understood what was going on himself. They just said that no matter what they did, they couldn't bring her back. 

              Darcy had slowly stopped crying and Harry sighed. He really wasn't ready to take care of a child alone. He didn't know what to do, but he had to stay with her, Darcy was all alone except for Harry, and he wasn't about to leave. He was never going to leave.

             "Baby, you wanna go take a bubble bath? Daddy knows how they calm you down." Harry said, rubbing her small back. 

            Darcy just sniffled and nodded her head. Harry nodded himself and picked her up in his long arms, cradling her against his chest. He carried her out of his office and into the bathroom down the hallway.