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Chapter 21

After about 20 minutes of singing we pulled in front of 'The Balcon', a restaurant in London. It was a stone building with beautifully made sculptures above the door. They were perfectly placed along the gray walls. Harry got out of the car and opened my door, holding my hand and leading me inside after he had closed it.

Inside the restaurant was the most beautiful scenery I had ever laid eyes on. The walls were green with giant crystalline windows that reached to the ceiling. There were two winding staircases in the back of the room leading the second floor. Multiple chandeliers were placed elegantly through out the room. Wine glasses appeared on every dark brown table, with chairs surrounding them.

"Table for two." Harry told the woman at the door. She winked at him, a pinge of jealousy surging through me like a volcano. Harry felt my hand tense and turned around, smirking back to me. She lead us to a table far away from everyone near one of the large windows, probably so nobody could see her "seductive" gestures to Harry. It seemed like she didn't even realize I was there, standing next to him.

Harry pulled my chair out and let me sit, then took at seat at his own chair. The waitress started us off with something to drink, Harry ordering "Screaming Eagle Cabernet Sauvignon 1992" wine for both of us. The waitress' eyes widened and so did my own.

"Harry, that's about the most expensive wine there is." I said through my teeth.

"Nothing is too much money when it comes to you." he replied with a grin. I smiled back at him, while on the inside I felt like a bird flying for the first time. I got up and leaned across the table, Harry knowing what I was doing. He leaned closer to me as I lightly cupped his cheeks and kissed him.

After a few seconds I realized the waitress was watching us and I pulled away, somewhat embarrased. The waitress was wide eyed, looking down at Harry, then switching her glance to me. She snapped back into reality like both of us a few seconds later, made an angry grunting noise, then walked away.

I giggled, "I love you Harry."

"I love you too." he growled in a voice I remembered from so long ago, back to when this whole mess had started in the dim moonlight shining through is bedroom window. I thought back to all the memories, realizing I didn't regret them anymore. We exchanged a short smile, and then he began his questions.

"So, are you excited to be having a child?" he asked me, a sweet sound in his voice, almost like an instrument could be played to it. I knew the answer he wanted, but I wanted to be honest.

"I'm not sure. It hasn't really hit me yet." I started, "I mean, kids are beautiful and wonderful but I'm not sure if I myself am mature enough to handle one yet."

Harry shrunk a little, upset that I wasn't happy with his mistake. He wasn't either, but he didn't mind having the child anyways. It wasn't inside him, so he didn't fully comprehend it how I did. After a bit of time went by, he gained the courage for his next question.

"Are you upset with me for doing this to you?" he asked quietly, sternly. He looked directly into my eyes, hand pressed flat against the table. He was leaning forward, obviously curious and ready for whatever I had to say.

The problem was, I didn't know how to answer. At first, I was mad at him for doing it. Slowly, I became used to it and then even fell for him, causing me to be okay with it. But was I really okay with it? Was I really okay with having a new life inside of me, depending on me for years of it's life?

"Well..." I began, fishing for my words, "At first, I wasn't okay with it. But now, I've gotten more used to it and I really don't mind it anymore. It's actually kind of fun spending time like this with you and my little baby."

I patted my stomach which was about halfway through its stretching. Harry took my other hand under the table. Smiling at me, he stroked the top of my hand in a circular pattern that was meant to calm me. It worked, but it also made me a bit more tired than I was before.

"Well, our baby is going to be beautiful no matter what all because of you." he smiled.

"All because of you, you mean!" I poked back at him.

"You're all the beauty in this family, darling." he chuckled. Suddenly the laugh ceased, and he stood up. Walking up behind me, he put his hand on my stomach, a knelt down to put his face close to it.

"Hello little one, I'm your father, Harry. I want you to know that no matter what you're like when you're older, you will always be loved by me, and your mother. We're always here for you and we will cherish you forever." Harry said. He looked up to smile at me and saw the tears running down my cheeks.

"Harry, that was beautiful." I barely choked out through the tears. It meant so much to me that he cared about out baby as much as I did. He began to wipe my tears away, stroking my back softly.

"Don't cry love, everything is okay." he said to me.

I decided now was as emotional as ever to let the secret slip out, "I'm sure Darcy appreciated what you said as much as I did."

Harry's eyes widened, a smile slowly crossing his face, tears forming in his eyes.

"I love you," he kissed me softly, "and I love you-" he kissed my stomach and then stopped for a few seconds, trying to get a grasp on the word, "Darcy."

A.N. - If you've been finding this story cliché, I understand. I've used Darcy and the whole story has a small over-used vibe. I can promise you that if you stick through a bit longer, you won't be disappointed and it won't appear cliché anymore. Thank you for the constant support and  love you all respond to the story with, everything you say means a lot and I take every single detail of your responces and truly make sure I'm able to please all.