Breaking Point (Sequel)

Chapter 12

Sara's POV

Today marks two weeks since Harry and I got the keys to our new house. We were so happy when Darrel called us and told us the house was officially ours, words could not explain. This is such a big step in Harry and I's relationship and I couldn't be more excited. Were even more ecstatic that we will be able to move into the new house soon. We planned it out so both Aiden and Addison will have their own room when their older. I can already picture Aiden having a football themed room with a hint of persuasion from Niall and Louis. I'm sure Addison will be a typical girl with her pinks and purples.

I rolled over in the bed and faced an already awake Harry. "I can't believe were moving today." I smiled, cuddling up to him. He kissed the top of my head.

"I know, it's all so crazy." He paused. "I'm so happy were doing this. Were finally be able to fully start our family together."

Harry's right, we have been surrounded by so many people lately that it didn't feel like we are a family. It almost felt like we were just babysitting for a really long time. It was amazing having so much help with the twins when they were first born but now their six weeks old; were used to taking care of them and it's a lot easier now.

As for packing, we've got most of the big things in the moving truck like our beds and dressers. I took all of Harry and I's clothes out of the dressers yesterday before they went into the moving truck. All I have to do is put all the little stuff from my room in some boxes and pack up my clothes along with my cosmetic appliances.

I rolled over to turn the alarm off and sat up. I stretched my arms until I felt a pair of hands wrap around me and pull me back. I flopped back into Harry's chest and was bombarded by strong, familiar arms.

"Just five more minutes." Harry whined into my ear. I playfully rolled my eyes at his childish actions and voice.

"No Harry, we have a lot to do today and I want to get as much done as we can before the twins wake up." I said, standing my ground. He groaned and released me. I got off the bed and walked over to the almost empty closet. "Do you want me to pick out your clothes for you too, or are you capable to that on your own?" I smiled.

"Yeah actually that would be great." He replied, catching me off guard. I looked back at him and gave him a 'are you serious?' look. "That back fired didn't it?" He smirked. I rolled my eyes and threw a shirt at him followed by a pair of pants.

"Fine. Here wear this."

"But it doesn't even match." He complained. I looked back at him trying to contain myself from letting my eyes roll another time.

"When has that ever bother you before?" I questioned.

"True." He got out of bed and changed into the clothes as I changed into a shirt and black sweat pants. I don't feel like wearing uncomfortable jeans when I'm going to be moving around most of the day. I walked into the bathroom to brush my hair and brush my teeth. I wasn't in the mood to eat so I don't have to worry about breakfast breath. Before I left the bathroom, I caught a glimpse of my stomach in the mirror. It's been over a month since I had the twins and it seems like I haven't lost any of my baby weight. It looks like it might be a good idea I skip breakfast today.

I trudged out of Harry's room and quickly checked on the twins before going to mine. I quietly shut the door after I found them both fast asleep. That was a big relief. I made my way into my room and found myself feeling sadness. This will be the last time I'll be stepping in this room for a long time. A lot has happened in this room; some of it good, and some bad.

I step into the bathroom and remember the promise I made Niall a while back. The promise I wasn't able to keep. I hope to one day be able to tell Niall I was able to fully keep his promise but for now, I can't say I have. I've seemed to avoid the need to do those harmful things since the twins have been born. Seeing my brother and being able to talk to him after so many years really helped as well. Him and my younger brother are the only real family I have left and I can honestly say I'm okay with that.