Breathe

55

Nina's P.O.V

I stand unresponsive to the man talking into the phone. Harry's shot him self up, staring worriedly at me.

" Nina, are you still there?"

"Yes, I'm still here"

" I would really like to talk about this in person, I live in New Jersey with my wife and two kids, where are you located?"

" That works out nicely, I'm in New York"

" We're coming up there on Thursday, do you think we could meet up?" he sounds breathless, exasperated, I could only imagine how this could be for him after my reaction.

"Yes please I would love that" My breath gains speed.

"Wyatt" I take a deep breath and swallow

"Yes?"

"Thank you for calling me" Tears build up in my eyes and Harry moves closer to me.

"I look forward to meeting you Nina" I hear him smile

" I'll see you Thursday"

He hangs up.

" What was that, who was that?" Harry's eyes are wide. I smile and giggle and a grin appears on his mouth.

" I have a brother" Tears burst from my eyes and I can't control my laughter.

" Who? How do you know?!" Harry remains un amused

" I'm meeting him Thursday, he lives in New Jersey, I don't know but I'm going to see him"

" I'm coming with you" He insists.

"Of course" I don't argue with him " Maybe he can help me with all this" I frown and gesture towards the untouched living room.

Harry swoops down and his lips meet my forehead. I grin and lean into him.

" Are you hungry?" He asks, I nod " Famished"

" Sit up, I'll make supper" He pats my sides and walks to the fridge

" I can help" I step forward, he waves me away " I want to cook for you" He pushes.

I put my hands up in defense and sit up on the bar stool, in perfect view of Harry.

"What do you feel like babe?" He asks me without turning around, head in the fridge.

" eh" I respond " You pick"

" Nachos?" He shuffles a few things around

" No"

" You don't like nachos?" He laughs

" Not at this time of night"

"Okay what about noodles?"

"Depends what kind" I raise one eye brow even though I know he cant see me.

" Mr. Noodle or pasta?" he turns, I put on a gross face

"No?" He chuckles, he lifts a foil-covered bowl

"Mac and cheese?"

" Yes" I say enthusiastically... I love mac and cheese.

He grins like a small boy and places the dish into the microwave.

" Take the foil off Harry!" I scold him and he quickly opens the microwave to remove it.

" I've got it under control" He informs me jokingly.

He strides over to me. I turn my head away from him and smile

" What do you want?"

I feel his hand on my cheek turning me to him; I reach him and his smile, revealing his perfect teeth and dimples. His head moves forward and his lips find mine, softly, slowly we mold to each other.