Finding My Soulmate

Chapter 39

Hazel

The last few days have flown by. I've been spending ever second with Chloe, going to the park, going for walks, doing anything I know will make her happy. We skyped with Harry the other night before his show and Chloe got all excited seeing him, which only ended up making Harry feel even more miserable because he wasn't with us. He was coming back Sunday night so he would be here Monday for the mediation meeting with Derek. He was upset to find out that he wasn't allowed in the room but understood why. He agreed to wait out on the waiting room.

So now it was Sunday night and Chloe was already in bed and I sat in the living room reading a book and waiting for Harry to get home. Around nine o'clock I heard the front door open and my heart starts to race. I haven't seen Harry in three days, I missed him terribly. Getting up off the couch I made my way to the door. I watched as Harry is bent over untying his shoes and I take that moment to check out his perfect butt that was clad in his usual black jeans. I take in the way his muscles flex under his white shirt as he moves and how his shirt lifts up a little showing a small strip of his back, his smooth tanned skin tempting.

Harry clears his throat, jumping me out of my daze, "like what you see?" He smirks, peaking over his shoulder at me as he straightens up.

"Of course," I smile back, walking over to him and wrapping my arms around his waist. He bent his head down and connected our lips. Neither one of us moved, keeping our lips pressed against each other's, savoring the feeling we haven't felt in days. Moments like these always made my heart swell. Feeling his love for me through something as simple as a kiss meant so much and I could only hope he could feel the same through my kiss. Harry is a very emotional, passionate person, something that helps him write such beautiful, heartfelt songs, and something that makes him so romantic and passionate when it came to relationships. Over the past few weeks I have seen how much he puts into our relationship. Even through the most simple things, like holding my hand, he always rubs the back of my hand with his thumb and occasionally squeezing it, letting me know he's thinking of me, or how he has an arm around me, like he needs to touch me in order to feel grounded. It's the same for me, just feeling him there next to me relaxes me. He's become my strength over the past few weeks, making me realize that there is true love out there for everyone.

Harry pulls away and rests his forehead against mine, keeping his arms around me, "I missed you so much," he tells me, sighing contentedly.

"I missed you too," I said softly, hugging him tighter.

"Is Chloe already in bed?"

"Yes, she went down about an hour ago. You can go in and see her if you want," I tell him, smiling sadly at him. I can tell by the worried look in his eyes that he's nervous about tomorrow.

We have no clue as to what will happen tomorrow. Yeah Derek hardly has any rights but according to my lawyer, Derek's lawyer seemed like they had something on me, making me look bad. What that was, I had no idea, but it still made us nervous.

I followed Harry down the hall to Chloe's room, stopping in the doorway and watched as he leans over the railing of her crib and gently move some hair from her face. He stands there, watching her sleep, eyes sad and a small frown on his face. It seems like he's debating something and then reaches in and slowly lifts Chloe up into his arms. She stirs a little but is out again as soon as she rests her head on Harry's shoulder. He looks at me, making sure it's alright and I nod. He walked over and sat in the rocking chair, his back to me. He starts rocking and humming quietly. I back out of the doorway, giving them some time together. I sit down on the floor, my back pressed against the wall and lean my head back, listening to Harry's soft humming. I wipe away a few tears and just close my eyes, hoping that all of this is just a dream, that I'll wake up and Harry, Chloe and I can go back to becoming a family.