Love in Photographs

29. Second Chances

October 15, 2015

This was only the sixth or seventh day I'd spent in my own apartment with Grace even though I paid half the rent every month. I'd almost forgotten what it was like to live on my own. Grace worked throughout the day, so I was alone while she was gone. It was hard to sleep. I was so used to watching Harry's chest rise and fall as he fell asleep or having his arm wrapped around me.

I missed him. Terribly so. But, I thought space was the best idea, considering he didn't want to come anywhere near me in fear of hurting me. Or maybe he was afraid he'd get me pregnant again.

It was highly unlikely. They'd scratched the pill idea after I'd obviously forgotten to take it on numerous occasions. They'd given me a shot for birth control the day after I went in to the hospital, and I'd have to have one every 3 months.

I was no longer in physical pain, even after going for a jog. Explaining that to Harry would be like talking to a brick wall, granted he actually did want to talk to me.

We'd exchanged very few words. He asked me how I was feeling, told me he loved me, and told me goodnight each night. I basically sent him back the same messages.

It was about to get more awkward, considering we'd planned on going to Alabama together after a long discussion pre-fight. He wanted to keep me in arm's reach in case I were to get sick or have complications. I wanted him there for moral support. I didn't even know if he'd still want to come. I wouldn't blame him if he didn't, but I figured he would.

I was packing my bags when I heard my phone ring.

Harry

I answered it after the first couple rings.

"Hey," I answered softly, longing to hear his voice. "How are you?"

"Okay," He answers, and I can tell it's a lie. "Are you feeling alright?"

"I'm good. I'm back to normal now. No pain at all. I went for a run earlier and didn't hurt a bit." I tell him.

"Good," He says, sounding relieved. "Are you still planning on going tomorrow?"

"Yeah," I answer. "Are you?"

"If you still want me to, I'd like to go."

"Of course."

"When's the flight?" He asks.

"Eight in the morning. We'd have to be there at seven."

"I'll pick you up at 5:30, unless you want to come home... I mean, come back over here for the night. You could sleep in a bit."

His voice sounds hopeful. I feel my heart constrict when he calls it 'home'. Honestly, I'd been there more than my own apartment, so it basically was home to me.

"I could come over tonight," I agree. "If that's okay."

"You're always welcome here, baby. My house is your house." He says, sounding a bit pained. "I'll come get you. I can be there in half an hour."

"Okay," I answer. "See you then."

"I love you, Rhiannon," He says, changing the tone of the conversation. "I hope you know that."

"Of course," I answer, taken aback. "I love you, too."

"Be there soon." He says before hanging up.

I get all my things together and bring them into the main room. I begin to write Grace a note, but she walks through the door just as I grab a pen.