~Close your eyes and picture the warmth of the sun on your skin... that's how being loved by her felt~
Harry Styles is a nepotism baby turned new father, left clueless with a newborn baby to raise, he is overwhelmed and under pressure. Matters are...
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"Drink, Harry?" Lorelai offers, hanging around the door of the living room with a bright smile on her face.
I smile back at her, nodding my head. "I'll have a beer please if you've got one?"
"Oh."
Both Lorelai and Nolan stop dead in their tracks, their faces dropping and turning slightly pale.
"We- umm."
I frown, not knowing what is going on. With Amos sitting beside me on the sofa, propped up by a stack of pillows to support him, Nola sits on the carpet in front of us, showing and explaining each of her toys to him.
I can't figure out what the problem is.
"-We don't actually have beers in the house because they remind Sunny of..." It clicks and I slowly nod my head, feeling bad for even suggesting it. "...you know."
"Bad memories," Nolan adds with a curt nod. "We try to make things as easy for her as possible."
"No, of course." I stammer, not wanting to be seen as coming off as inconsiderate in front of her parents who have kindly invited us over for an early afternoon BBQ. "I'm so sorry, I didn't even think-"
"You wouldn't have known unless someone told you. It's no worry."
Lorelai smiles at me, the skin around her eyes pinching as she does so. Her hand now rests on Nolan's shoulder as she stands behind him and offers me another beverage. "Anything else you fancy? I have white wine... or I'm sure I've got some red hanging around somewhere?"
"I'm okay actually." I nod. "I'm driving anyway which completely slipped my mind."
Lorelai nods, brushing down the thighs of her jeans before leaving the room and heading back into the kitchen where Sunday was helping her and Ingrid were helping her prepare the food. Although I had offered to help, I was quickly shooed away from the kitchen and shuffled into the lounge with Nolan.
"I don't think Sunny is driving if you did want to drink something. I can get you a glass?"
"No, it's okay." I dismiss politely. "I don't want to push her into driving when I know she's still a bit nervous about it. I've only seen her drive once and she damn near had a panic attack, I don't know how well I will be able to calm her back down if I'm not sober and I don't want the girls to see that and yeah..."
I sigh, shaking my head and twisting the fake wedding band around my finger.
"It's just easier for me to drive. I don't mind not drinking, I'm not one of them that desperately needs it."
Nolan nods, his eyes flicking down to the gold ring that I have yet to take off despite no longer having my parents staying with me twenty-four- seven. I have seen them once since Sunday kicked them out and although the meeting was strained, it wasn't as horrific as I was anticipating.
