birds // hs

22. Resolution *

*Harry's POV*

It was one of the mornings Rachel slept over at my house and neither of us had work, so we slept in until noon and planned on lunch by the water.

But our plans were foiled by rain, which didn't seem to faze Rachel. Apparently she loved the rain.

"How can you not love rain?" She asked with a small laugh as her little fingers traced patterns on my bare chest. "It's so calming."

"It's annoying," I answered, my eyes still closed. "And it makes me tired."

"I think that's a mental thing, Harry."

"Oh?"

"Yep."

She giggled again and I nearly lost it.

Everything about this girl was so pure and perfect, and I couldn't have loved her more than I already did. Not that I would ever tell her that. I was afraid it would complicate things too much, so I chose to keep my mouth shut about the whole subject.

"Hey, Har?"

"Yeah, baby?"

"Why did you follow me into my laundry room that day?"

I looked down at her. "What do you mean?"

"I mean, why me? I'm sure there are plenty of pretty girls that come into town each summer but you chose to have sex with me. Why?"

"Oh." I honestly had no idea why I did it. It mostly because my dick had been especially hard that morning and she was fucking hot, so I just put two and two together. But I couldn't tell her that. "Er, I don't know. I thought we had a connection." Lame.

"Really?"

I blew out a deep breath and rolled over so I was on top of her, pressing her into the mattress while my lips attacked her neck and collarbone. "Let's not talk anymore, baby girl. Daddy just wants to make you feel good, yeah?"

"Yeah."

"Good girl."

I let her pull my boxers down while I pushed up her oversized sleep shirt, revealing her toned stomach and already-bruised hips to my seeking eyes.

"Oh god, that feels so good," she moaned softly as I stroked over her soaking folds. "Harry, please-"

"Patience, love," I smiled, kissing her new hickeys gently. "Good things come to those who wait."

She rolled her eyes and I couldn't help but laugh, and I was sinking into her sweet body much sooner than later. She was so damn intoxicating, how could I not give her everything she wanted?

*Rachel's POV*

When I came out of our room the next morning all the kids were gone, and there was an unfamiliar woman sitting on our couch with a steaming cup of coffee in front of her.

Oh, here we go again, I thought to myself. But I gave her a polite smile and disappeared into the kitchen, where Harry was already dressed in some jeans a white T-shirt, making cinnamon rolls for breakfast.

"Good morning," he said softly as he set a plate down in front of me. My tummy growled pointedly, but I didn't touch the food. "I made your favorite. I know it doesn't fix anything but I just- I just want us to work this out, okay?"

"Where are the kids?"

"At my mum's."

"And who is that woman?"