Where Do Broken Hearts Go? | Unexpected Series Book One

Chapter 92: My Happiness and My Home

Harry's POV

I wait until Beth is safely buckled into her seat before I reverse out of the driveway and start the familiar drive to the hospital to pick up Chloe.

Although I'm excited, my mind wanders back to last night and how we were sitting together eating dinner with Niall when Chloe announced how tired she was.

Beth and I instantly decided we should leave her to sleep and as we all stood to let her get some rest, she'd told Niall he could stay.

Seriously.

"Can't believe we got kicked out last night," I blurt out, then realise how silly I sound.

I wait for Beth to tell me to pull my head in.

"I know right?" she agrees, "who does that?"

Maybe I don't have to pull my head in.

"Your daughter apparently," I reply.

Beth shakes her head.

"Notice she didn't kick Niall out, just us," she states.

"Talk about favouritism," I agree, "why did he get to stay?"

"Harry, I'm her mother!" Beth replies indignantly, "her mother Harry and she kicked me out!"

Well, yes.

But what about me?

"Us love," I gently remind her, "she kicked us out."

"Well she can fluff her own damn pillows when she comes home," she huffs.

Too right.

"I'm not piggybacking her around when she needs it," I mumble.

"Yes you will," Beth pokes my cheek.

Leave it alone woman.

"Yeah, you're right," I smile reluctantly.

I don't mind being wrong to her.

I wonder if now's the right time to bring up what I'd been thinking about last night to Beth. I mean, I had every intention to have a chat with her when we went to bed, but I kind of got side-tracked and then we both fell asleep afterwards. Then again, there's probably no right time, rather, I'm running out of time.

Okay.

Man up Harold.

I glance over at her and see she has her legs pressed together, her hands resting on top of them and her fingers in between her thighs.

I take a quick breath in as I remember those same thighs were wrapped around my waist around twelve hours ago and I move my gaze back onto the road to try and keep focus.

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We had started out kissing on the couch, I had pulled her over my lap, nuzzling her nose before pecking her lips softly. She had smiled down at me as she gently caressed my face and returned those same kisses.

Though I'm not quite sure what happened over the next few minutes for us to have ended up in my bedroom, her back against the wall with her legs wrapped around me while I practically ripped her top off of her.

Or she ripped mine off first.

I don't remember.

I know my head was buried between her thighs, my tongue pushed inside her for only a minute or two when she gripped my hair and demanded I use my cock instead.