*A Few days after Emma found out Rylee was back*
Rylee’s POV
“Darcy come downstairs your dad will be home soon with the food” I shouted up the stairs.
“How many times do I have to tell you he is not my dad” I heard her voice scream down the stairs, for a 7 year old she had quite an attitude.
“Get down here now, before I have to come drag you down” I screamed back. As I heard her footsteps come down the stairs.
But when she got to the bottom of the stairs she walked right past me nudging me on the way “Darcy where the hell do you think you’re going!” I exclaimed.
The only reply I got was “I hate you” Before she walked out the door. I followed closely behind her, shocked at what I had seen as soon as I opened the door.
Darcy was stood frozen in the middle of the driveway looking across at next doors front garden. What could she possibly be looking at?
I walked closer to her so that I was literally just behind her and looked where she was looking and that’s when I saw him. His big brown curls, his dimpled smile and his long toned body. He was playing football in the garden with a little boy who looked just like him.
“Darcy” I said warily, scared of what she was going to do.
“I-its Dad” she stuttered looking from me back to Harry. I never knew he lived here; I thought he still lived in our old house which I why I chose the other side of the village.
Before I could stop her she began to run towards him, earning a confused glance off the little boy, I chased after her but it was too late Harry turned around.
“Daddy who are they?” The little boy asked gripping on to Harry’s leg.
Woah he’s his son, probably should have guessed from the looks, but who’s the mam, and that’s when I saw her. She came out of the house holding a toddler cup and a glass, her long blonde hair floating behind her.
“Rylee, Darcy” Harry said in a state of shock.
“Harry” I whispered, that’s when she joined him handing him his glass and the little boy the cup, until she looked up at me and froze. Harry pulled her into his side, kissing the top of her head.
Why the heck was he with her…again? I mean she’s so fucked up, broken and now I look at her…fat.
“Daddy” Darcy said tears in her eyes, that was until Emma bent down and wiped them away.
“Don’t cry sweetheart” She whispered.
“Get your hands off her” I protested, and Darcy looked at me scared before wrapping her arms around Emma’s neck and crying into her shoulder.
“Rylee look what you’ve done” Harry whisper shouted at me, taking Darcy off Emma as Emma picked her son up.
“Darcy is going to stay with us tonight while you get your act together” Harry said.
“You can’t do that” I shouted.
“I can Rylee she’s my daughter too remember, I’ll bring her home in the morning” And with that said they all walked back into the house and I swear before he shut the door I saw Darcy smile for the first time in ages.
Darcy needs Harry, I need Harry, I need a plan to get him!
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