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Chapter 4

The next morning, Harry made breakfast. On the weekends, that's how our days start off. He makes breakfast, I stay in bed until he's done and then we get ready for our day together and do something fun. Weekends used to be my favorite thing. That is until I found out that my husband was a wanted man. On this Saturday morning, I was honestly dreading the day ahead of me. I had to see and be around him for the entire day. As well as tomorrow. We couldn't do what we usually did, which was seeing each other in the morning & at night. Harry still had no clue and I didn't want him to find out, honestly. If i was going to pull this off, I would have to change both of our names and move to another country where we were not known. Everything would change. Sitting in bed, drinking my coffee, Harry scared the shit out of me.

"Baby, breakfast is ready! It's your favorite. I haven't made it in awhile so I thought today would be the day that I killed the drought we've been in."

I looked at him with a confused look, "What drought are you talking about?"

He just smiled and gently pulled me out of the bed. When we made it into the kitchen, I saw what he was talking about. Fish.

"Oh Harry. You sure know how to make a girl smile." I spoke, sitting down at the long dining room table.

He brought over a plate with multiple things on it, as well as a glass of coffee with the creamer already mixed in. Something tells me that he has something interesting planned for the weekend. I know for a fact that we were not staying at our house because the cleaning crew had been at the house since Harry got up. They only come before we leave for a few days.

"So, Lillia, I have a wonderful 2 day trip planned for us. I've already called Rose and told her that you wont be at work on Monday. I've started packing, but I figured that you'd want to pack yourself considering your sense of style is different than mine... Better, actually." He smirked, while sipping his coffee.

I giggled and finished what I could before heading back towards our room.

"Pack a few bikinis... Maybe that really sexy one you bought a couple months ago. That one is my favorite. It shows off everything it needs to." Harry says, walking into my closet. I was sitting at my vanity, doing my hair.

"Okay, babe." I smile weakly.

Of course Harry doesn't see that I'm stressed. He only sometimes catches onto stuff like that. He is a wonderful man... But I guess he's not as wonderful as he portrayed himself as. Clearly, neither of us had really known each other. Both of us hid secrets from the other and made it look like there could be nothing wrong. It was the complete opposite. Something was up with him, but I couldn't put my finger on it.

"Harry. I- Are you okay?" I start, fumbling over my words for the first time in years, "You seem distracted by something."

"Baby, I'm amazing. But are you okay? You have fumbled over your words in what feels like forever. Is everything alright?" He questioned back.

"Just work stuff. Nothing major. Promise, love." I lie.

He stripped down in front me, 'casually' flexing his muscles. I didn't mind one bit. My husband was sexy as hell. The tattoos covering his skin, his bulging veins along his arms, leading up to his hands. I could stare at his body for hours and he knew it. I've told him before that he has a beautiful body.

I'll let you in on a little secret. When Harry and I first met, he hated his body. He hated practically everything about himself. He had a pure hatred of his body. Of course I wanted to know why. When I questioned him about it, he got really emotional. Told me about his ex that he had dated for a few years before me. She was verbally abusive towards Harry. Completely messing him up. I, on the other hand, brought him back up. He couldn't believe that a girl like myself was dating a guy like himself. But I couldn't believe that he had no confidence in himself what so ever. It killed me seeing him like he did. So, every day I tell him that he is beautiful, inside and out. I love him so much it hurts. And I now have to kill him. Son of a fucking bitch. This could not be happening to me.

After getting everything packed, Harry & I got into the waiting car.

"Where are we going, baby?" I questioned.

"That my love, is a surprise. Now come over here and snuggle with me. I know you love the way I smell." He smirked with a cocky look in his eyes.

I shake my head and giggle, scooting over to him to embrace the smell of his amazing cologne that I had bought him. It was my favorite, but only on him. Other men in my life have worn the same scent, but it only smells good on my husband. I know that might sound weird, but it's true.

The car ride was about 4 hours long, with only 2 breaks in between.

Harry & I lived in the mountains of California. Everything was so green and lush. I am the one who picked where we lived because Harry wanted to live in the city.

"We're in Washington?!" I shriek.

"I know that this is where you're from. I thought it would be nice seeing family. It's been what, 3 years since you've seen them? They invited us for the weekend. It's going to be fun."

Yeah, just a jolly ole time. There was a reason for my leaving the state and not seeing my family. Harry likes to ignore the fact of what happened.

"Do you not remember what happened between us, babe?" I questioned, kind of annoyed.

"Baby, I know what they did was completely wrong. I know that for a fact. But I think that you should forgive them. Be the bigger person. Obviously they've forgotten about what happened and are ready for a fresh start. C'mon baby. It's only for the day. We wont be there tomorrow." Harry pleaded.

"I could never forget what they did, Harry. That messed me up. That's reason why I don't want to have kids. Because I don't want do what mine did to me." I say, almost crying.

"You can't hold a grudge forever. It'll only make you bitter, baby." He speaks quietly, attempting to comfort me.

"H, if you were in my shoes, you would have a completely different thought process. I was raped. Did they do anything about it? No. Then I got pregnant. Did they let me have any say in what happened with that pregnancy? No. They forced me to get an abortion. They made me do something that I swore I would never do. I don't think I will ever be able to forgive them, Harry. I can't." I cry.

He just looked at me with sad eyes. I never told him about the pregnancy. This was the first time he had heard me speak of it and I'm sure he was shocked.

"Why didn't you tell me that you were pregnant?"

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