Past? What Past?! [ F I N I S H E D ]

Past? What Past! Part8

"What about the baby?"

I paused. I didn't want to tell him, but I swore to Becca that I'd tell him the truth. "I've still got it. I don't believe in abortion. She's at my Auntie's now."

"Can I meet her?" asked Harry. I wasn't expecting that. He wanted to get involved with a single, teenage mum from Scotland with a six-month-old baby girl? I was seriously worried about Harry's sanity.

"Sure," I said the uncertainty evident in my voice. Harry placed one soft, gentle, caring kiss on my neck and I moaned lightly. How could this crazy, CRAZY boy have so much control over my emotions?

We shimmied down the tree, Harry first. He helped me down like the perfect gentleman he was. When we were both down on solid ground, Harry took my face in his hands and kissed my nose lightly.

"I'm not going to let you escape me, Abi. Not a chance. Otherwise, I'll regret it and end up becoming a man-whore and I'll never experience something as wonderful as love again. We're both damaged goods, babe. I'm a broken bloke, but with you I think I could repair myself." There was a moment of silence before Harry groaned in anguish and leant his forehead on mine. "That was so cheesy!" he said with his eyes closed and all screwed up. "It was meant to sound romantic and cute - and it did in my head!"

His line MAY have been extremely cheesy and sounded silly, but his reaction to his line was cute. So I told a little white lie.

"It was very cute," I told him. He opened his eyes to judge if I was telling the truth or not. His eyes held sadness so I added: "and SO romantic."

Harry smiled a little. Holding eye contact, he leaned his lips closer to mine. He stopped millimetres away, leaving it to me whether we proceeded or not. Thinking back to our last kiss at the alley near school, I knew I couldn't pass up the chance to experience that level of bliss again. I reached forward and placed my hands on Harry's neck and let our lips touch.

This time the kiss contained more than just thanks. The kiss contained trust and tenderness, care and the hint of commitment. This time, the kiss was meaningful and feeling the feeling that ran though my body was ten times the intensity it was last kissing session. I lost track of time, of where I was, of what my name was. I supposed love could do that to you.

WHOA. Hold up. Love? Who said anything about love? I don't feel love. I didn't feel anything except hate and anger and lust. That was just me. So what the fuck am I doing thinking about love when kissing Harry? What the fuck!

At that precise moment, Harry nibbled on my bottom lip and I instantly melted, disappointed with myself as I vigorously kissed Harry.

"Harry," I complained as he left my mouth. What a gimp, I'm nearly declaring my love for him in my head, and he removes his lips from mine? Nuh, uh. This girl doesn't let anyone get away with that. I grabbed Harry by the chin and thrust his face upwards, letting our lips reconnect again. He chuckled against my lips, but continued to kiss me anyway.

"I've always wanted to snog a mum," Harry whispered roughly in my ear.

I giggled and brought his lips to mine again, asking, "am I a yummy mummy, Harry?"

"Hell yeah."

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"What did you call her?" Harry asked, tickling my baby causing her to scream with delight.

"Aurora," I told Harry, focusing on the road rather than Harry sitting in the back of Bernie with Aurora.

"That's a gorgeous name. What made you think of it?"