Something Infinite

Chapter 67

Jarry cartoon by: The Cartoonist

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Harry's POV

Goodbyes were never easy, especially for me. It was always hard to leave behind the people that meant the most to me. Although I knew I was leaving to fulfil a dream, and do something I worked hard to achieve, it didn't make it any easier to kiss my fiancé, or hug my baby girl goodbye.

Since my career kicked off, I was independent- going and coming as I pleased, jetting around the world alone some days, having no real responsibilities or reason to go home. I was a lonely soul, and I didn't really mind it that way. I was the keeper of my own heart, and no one and nothing could break it, until I met her.

You really didn't know the depths of love, until you came face to face with your soulmate. You didn't know the depths of heartbreak until she gave up on you, and gave that love back. You didn't know the depths of emptiness, until you experienced that love and heartbreak, all at the same time. Quickly and intensely.

You thought you had the idea in your head of what that all felt like, until you held your baby girl in your arms for the first time. You then knew that initial love you had could in face run deeper. That feeling of heartbreak the first time you had to leave her, could hurt more. That feeling of emptiness leaving both your love and your child, could be more intense.

Since becoming a father, I felt things so much more strongly than before. I was someone's dependant, I was someone's protector, and provider. Every time she looked at me, my heart filled a little more for her. I had to be her hero. I had to show her I could, and would, give the world to her. She was my angel, and I would make damn sure she would live a life of happiness and fulfilment. While I was around, nothing bad could ever happen to her.

I knew I should have been used to this feeling by now. I'd left numerous times before to work, but it never felt any better than the last. What was I even thinking when I accepted this role? I knew I was giving up three months with my fiancé, and three months of watching my daughter grow up. What if I missed something important? Or my biggest fear- what if she forgot me?

I laid on my stomach on her floor, mirroring her. She was having tummy time, rolling back and forth onto her stomach and back, finding amusement in herself. Nothing made my heart fuller, then seeing that big gummy smile, with prominent dimples on each cheek. Every time she rolled she looked to me, as if to say, look daddy, I did it. She was five months old, and already making me so proud.

"You are such a clever little girl. You better not start crawling before I get back, daddy needs to be here to film it all myself. Although, I am probably going to miss the beginning of you teething, and I've read it's not a pleasant time for you or mummy. I'm fine with skipping all the screaming, but don't tell mum, she'll probably slap me for saying that.

When daddy gets back from filming, your mummy and I are going to start planning our wedding. I would marry her right now in a courthouse, but I know she wants the whole big shindig. I suppose I have that to look forward to with you, when you come home and say, daddy I'm getting married. I'm sure you'll make a big dint in my bank account, and I'm telling you, if this man is not worth it, I'll ask for a refund.

You better not give me any grief when you're a teenager, and start dating boys that are not worth your time. In fact, you don't need to date at all. You're going to an all girls' school, and I will personally drop you off and pick you up every day, so you won't be sneaking off to see any boys. Your godfather's will both see to that, too."

Last Sunday was such a beautiful day. Everyone was down here for Mia's christening. I loved being surrounded by family and friends. I wished everyday could have been like that. But it wasn't realistic, and I was more than happy with my little family. Everyone had gone back home except Niall, who was helping Willow move into her new apartment, before she and I left tomorrow night.