Unsteady || H.S

Epilogue

Epilogue

"My cursive handwriting is atrocious Skylar," Harry whines before signing the document sat in front of him on the desk. Once he's finished I look at it and giggle, his writing beautiful as we both sign for the house. Harry was beyond excited when I said yes to having our names on the lease of his house, so he can make it feel right.

"Yeah sure Harry, its unbearable." He laughs and wraps his arm around me shoulder before handing the paper over to the teller at the bank and we leave. "How about some lunch?" I nod and he drives, both of us jamming out to the Weeknd, my favorite thing to listen to recently.

I love moments like this when I can ignore everything in the world but Harry. Listening to music, dancing and singing while my love laughs and sings along. I don't have to think about my college career now being over, or the agents constantly contacting me about dance. All I have to think about is the way Harry's dimples hollow his cheeks as he becomes the happiest man in the world, as he makes me the happiest woman alive. I don't have to think about the news I have to tell him soon.

We sit at the small café, both of us eating sandwiches and laughing at something Harry had said seconds before. "I love these times with you Sky, nothing could make my life any better." I blush, not even knowing I could be this happy before meeting Harry.

"Sky, I've never been happier, and I never want to lose that. These years with you have been the greatest four years of my life. And I want you to know that I want to spend the rest of my life with you." Harry gets down on one knee, catching not only my attention but the attention of the restaurant as well. "Will you do me the honor of becoming my wife?" I nod vigorously, not trusting my voice as my eyes tear up. The restaurant claps as Harry places the ring on my finger and hugs me close to him. I kiss him deeply, smiling through my tears as I look up at him, the man that I love so dearly.

Later that night we lie in bed, both of us euphoric. "We can have a small wedding soon don't you think?" He asks and I gulp, placing my hand on my stomach. "Harry, when we get married I'm going to need to be able to actually fit in my dress."

"What do you mean," he leans up on his elbow to look down at me. "Harry," I whisper, taking his hand and placing it on my stomach. "I'm pregnant." I cringe as I wait for him to be angry or displeased in any way but when I look back up at him his dimples hollow out in cheek in a large smile. "You're pregnant? Really? That amazing Sky!" He wraps me tightly in his arms, kissing every inch of my face that he can reach while I giggle.

"Harry, we're just so young." He shakes his head and kisses my stomach. "I can support you, my place in the law firm is already more than we need. And afterwards you can go back to your dancing." I nod, smiling wide as I remember Harry's excitement at getting promoted to a leading lawyer at his firm. He loves his job, but once told me he was considering dropping it after getting us above financial comfort so he can use his arts degree. He'd love to become a tattoo artist and he's ready to do it once we have saved enough money to buy a place and fully support it and ourselves. The baby will push it back a bit but with the money Harry brings in, and the money I received for every dance recital I performed in and out of school has our savings full.

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"You didn't have to get me anything," I smile as Jim and Tommy sit down in front of Harry and I, both holding gifts. Harry holds his arm protectively around me as he has for the past nine months. "Go ahead and open 'em"

I smile widely, opening the gifts and thanking Jim and Tommy, Tommy blushing wildly as I grin at him. In front of me is a large blanket, probably the softest one I've ever felt and a pastel Polaroid camera. "I picked the camera out," Tommy whispers and I thank him, his smile wide and proud as I tell him how much I love it.