I Love You. [h.s]

9.

||H A R R Y||

Sunday 2nd February, 2014
5:52pm, Holmes Chapel, Cheshire.

"You've got everything you need, right?" I facepalmed myself as Mum asked me that question for the millionth time, Gemma buckling Katie up in the passenger seat of my car in the background.

"The boy knows what he's doing, Anne. It's not the first time he's left home." Robin chuckled as he laid an arm over Mum's shoulders.

"He has a four year old going with him this time, I don't want anything bad happening." I heard Mum mutter.

I didn't take it to offence, a smile on my lips as I was used to my Mother's worrying. But now that there was a four year old tagging along for the adventure, her worrisome trait would be doubled.

"I'll be sure to take care of your lovely granddaughter." I joked, giving Mum a one armed hug as she pressed a kiss to my cheek. "I'm trusting you with her little soul. Be careful." She warned, a tone of humour laced in her voice.

"Little K is buckled up and ready to go. Farewell young brother, stumble into the wonderful world of fatherhood and shake that non-existent ass to show that you can rock the role." I burst into laughter along with Mum and Robin as Gemma just chuckled to herself, her mini lecture certainly causing a humourous reaction.

It was nice to know I was leaving my family on a humorous note, no bad blood between any of us nor hatred. Some were just meant to be left with a little talking back to but hey, it's their call to judge on how I was going to raise my daughter. And then my eyes travelled to my little girl.

I could see from the slight distance, her big green eyes holding that beautiful flint and shine as she happily giggled at her Olaf toy, her mouth opening to inaudibly talk to him.

It was all her and I.

No one else partook in creating her; it was all her beautiful mother and I.

I'd never had taken on the role of a Dad before, mostly because I'd never gotten someone pregnant. My mind went onto how much I missed of the journey leading to the birth of an angel, sorrow clouding my thoughts.

I wasn't even informed that my love was expecting, I never got to be there for her first scan, I never got to see her grow month by month into a beautiful baby as she stayed in her mother's stomach, I never got to see her kick or move, I never got to see the day my little girl was born.

I wasn't there for anything.

But I was now.

I remembered everything from the time she was conceived.

We were barely 15, a few months left before we officially even turned that age. I remembered the exact day that Katie had been conceived, knowing that that was the only time her Mother and I had made love to each other for the first time.

It was awkward and loving, both at the same time. Awkward, because half of the techniques and methods were learnt from sex education books and the Internet. And loving because it was with the girl I loved the most, and I wouldn't change it for the world.

"Love, what are you thinking about?" Mum asked. I was in the state of thinking so much that I hadn't noticed myself sitting in the drivers seat, a curious Katie staring back at me. I turned back to Mum who was stood outside, the car window rolled down. "I-i-i-I'm fine, Mum. Perfectly fine." I stuttered, saying the last sentence with ease as I stared back at Katie.

You have to man up for her, Harry.

You have to be the best Dad Katie could ever have.

You're gonna have to take on the responsibilities a Dad has to do.