[Sequel to Home]
Years after her heartbreaking relationship with Harry, all Eleanor has to show for it are the memories that haunted her and their beautiful daughter. For the first time in a long time, she thinks its finally all over.
Harry, danger...
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The train ride from Paris to London was only two hours. I was already dreading having to travel on a train again with Freya. I suppose I shouldn't complain since Harry was here to help me.
Which he was really. A big help.
I loved Freya, don't get me wrong. But at the same time, having a little break from her wasn't so bad. Or having to be the bad cop all the time. Harry and I quickly picked up on what's okay and not okay. He knew when to intervine and when to let me handle the situation.
I appreciated that he was making this whole transition into her life easy whilst making it unstressful for me. It was still so odd to look over and see both Harry and Freya together just like I used to dream about having them in front of me like that.
The reality was so much more better. My dreams did no justice. They never would.
I thoght suddenly about when Harry brought up having a boy, again.
Ugh! I hate him. I internally groaned. He planted a seed in my brain and now I was thinking about it. Constantly.
For years, I wanted to have another baby. When Freya was around three I seriously considered artificial insemination. I knew I wanted kids when I was younger and definetly more than one. When Freya was around the age of not needing me as much anymore I craved another baby. I just didn't want to be that mom with different baby daddies. Not that I judged women who did. Only they know why it happened that way and I was no one at all to comment.
That just wasn't what I wanted for myself, to phrase it better.
Would it be so bad really to have another child? It was not the medieval times where I was forced to be with the father. I thought. But I still didn't know what was going to happen between Harry and I.
If he told me that he loved me the maybe, just maybe I could try.
I didn't want him as a lover or friend. I didn't know what I had with him until he was gone. But now that he was there, I would risk it all. That is, if he told me he loves me again.
Coming from him, in all honesty, I wanted to be with Harry, I had no doubts. I didn't care how it worked out in the end, but I at least wanted to know I tried.
But it was not the best time to investigate that. I needed to make sure my Freya was safe. I had to do everything in my power to make sure she got to have what I didn't.
For Freya, I wanted her to choose her own life. To pave her own path. Not to pay for the mistakes that Harry or I made. She deserved better than what I got. Even though I shouldn't complain because even I had a good life. I didn't know the meaning of struggling, at least never being without money. I always had someone help me or guide me. I had everything I wanted, or rather needed, while growing up. I wasn't spoilt.
