Alone H.S.

Chapter 26: That's What's Happening

Harry -

It's sometimes better to not remember the happy things in life. They seem wonderful when they happen, and sometimes they're good things to look back on, but not this time.

Dylan turns four today. It's been four years since Katy died. Four years ago today I lost her.

I'm lucky that I've got a living reminder of her, by way of Dylan. And I'm grateful for my son in many many ways, but I never can face this day with a smile.

Lily laying by my side asleep, almost makes me feel guilty for missing Katy. Okay, it does make me feel guilty.

I should be over Katy's death by now. Yet here I am, three am wide awake vividly remembering the day that she died. I try to shut off the memories, the sights, the sounds, everything about it, but I can't. It's imprinted on my brain and it won't let me forget.

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"I three now, Daddy!" Dylan happily days, holding up four fingers.

"You were three last year. You're 4 now." I tell him, showing him by slowly counting his fingers for him.

"Oh. I see now!" And he turns and runs out of the kitchen, excitedly shouting that he's four. I follow after him for a while, until he's stood in from of the couch, showing and telling Lily and Eleanor how old he is, as the two women sit on the couch. I just stand in the doorway and watch.

"You're keeping him in your sights." I turn around to see Louis watching me watch Dylan.

"He's growing too fast." I say as I walk back into the kitchen.

"You're cooking breakfast?"

"Yep. Dylan said he wanted pancakes and was very specific that I make them. No one else is allowed to, apparently." I laugh and flip the pancakes in the pan.

"How are you, though?"

I slowly turn around about to honestly say how I feel but my mind blanks out when I see my crazy Beta sitting up on the countertop by the sink.

"What?" He asks, innocently.

"Get down from there! You-"

"Could fall and get hurt? Aw, you care about me so much!" He jumps back down onto the floor and I roll my eyes. What is this guy's deal?

"Your mate is going to think you're into me if you don't stop saying things like that." I warn him.

"Like what?"

"Seriously, Louis? The other day you shouted for everyone to hear that I have you a blowjob! Which I didn't, by the way." I remind him as he smirks. An evil smirk at that.

"Hey, you're the one who locked the door." He shrugs his shoulders.

"Yeah. To ask about...marriage." I whisper the last word, looking around to make sure no one hears us.

"I've done told you I'd marry you. Should I book the venue?" He whispers back.

"God! You're impossible!" I growl, flipping more pancakes.

"Yes. But you love me for it."

"Remind me again why you're my Beta." I groan.

"Because I am older and wiser. And everyone said you needed someone with at least half a brain because you didn't...have...any." He slowly stops, flinching as the last two words came out of his mouth.

"What?"

"No! I didn't say that. I mean, I wasn't supposed to say that! It's...." He hangs his head and sighs. Running his hands through his hair.