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Beach Drama

For my dedicated followers.

Sorry for the late update

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It's been a while since the inlaws have checked in. To say the least, it's very out of the ordinary. Especially for people like them. They have to know where or how their poor son is, or where there dear grand- daughter may be. As if I don't know how to take care of neither of them.

So this morning as I began to make pancakes it came as a surprise when Harry received a phone call regarding a invitation to spend a day with them at the beach.

"Oh so now they remember they have a son?" I snared at Harry while plopping a pancake on his plate. He still had major bed head; which I always thought was cute and had no shirt on only a pair of grey gym shorts that hung under his hips. His back was hunched over, elbows on the table phone in hand. Once he took a whiff of the pancakes he his phone changing it for a fork and knife.

"Moms just busy with Gemma's wedding things. You know how she gets with that stuff..." He said with a mouth full of pancakes.

I mearly rolled my eye at his poor attempt to defend his controlling mother.

I understand Ana when it comes to knowing where her children are and how they are but she tends to get in the way when I want to do things with my family, it seems like every time I want to plan a get away she always tags along with or with out her husband. Whether it be at one of my families many camping sites or a simple picnic at the park.

She's. There.

"Besides, I've been wanting to go to the beach." He smiles.

And this is how I am drawn back to earth, this man with the teenager messy hair and the hipster style fag I call husband is my gravity. When I'm mad his goofy and most of the time unlogical man always seems to calm me down.

I give in and turn off the stove picking up my plate with my pancakes and walk over to him. I set I down next to him then reach over to my husbands arm and pucker my lips out to his sticky syrupy lips.

"I love you."

"As do I." He tells me while taking in a full scoop of pancakes.

I shake my head letting some of my hair sweep over my face to hide the blush that began to rise on my cheeks caused my Harry's behavior.

He soon after stood up to take his plate along with mine to the sink. Amongst the sound of the water coming from the sink there was a faint whine coming from upstairs.

"I'll get the dishes, you go get her."

When I finish, I go into mine and Harry's room and begin laying out today's clothes for Harry then I hear the twist of the door knob soon followed by the opening of the door. Not only was I greater with one pair of green eyes but another, but just in a two year old smaller version. Her hair sat at the top of her head just like her fathers but just a tab bit more messier.

"Good morning booboo." I cooed as she rubbed her eyes. Her pajamas where obviously Frozen merchandise I got her when we all, even Ana, when to see the cast on ice. She wiggled out of her daddy's arms and slide down his body to the ground. Running her eyes once more she waddled over to me where I soon picked my little goof ball up.

"G'moning mama." She said sleepily in the crock of my neck.

"Yeah Miss Grumpy finally woke up, I thought she was falling asleep while i carried her." Harry said looking down at the clothes with his hands in his pockets causing his pants to lower exposing his godly v-line.