The Second Time Around

Chapter Thirty-Five

I'm so so sorry for the super long wait for this one! I've been super busy lately and I'm glad to have found time recently to finish 35! I hope you like it :) xo

Chapter Thirty-Five (Lucy’s Perspective)

Sunlight is faintly illuminating the curtains drawn over the hotel window when I finally open my eyes in the morning. I reach my arms over my head and stretch, reveling in the wonderful feeling. After a couple of seconds, I realize Harry is nowhere to be found in the room. I sit up slowly and attempt to pat my wild bed hair down before giving up with a sigh. I turn to the nightstand to check the time on my phone when I notice a pale yellow sticky note placed strategically on my phone’s screen. I squint slightly once I realize there is something written on it, and I reach for it. I peel the note off and read the words in Harry’s familiar handwriting.

a baby

 

What? I furrow my brows in confusion and flip the note over in case there is an explanation or anything on the back, but it’s blank. What is ‘a baby’ supposed to mean? I sigh to myself as I shake my head, putting the note back on the nightstand. I swing my legs over the edge of my bed and stand up slowly so as not to get a head rush. I make my way to the bathroom and am startled to see another sticky note stuck to the mirror.

please?

 

Please what? I don’t remember him asking me to do anything. I take the note and pull it from the mirror, moving to stick it to the countertop. Before I can even do that, I see another one, right next to my toothbrush.

okay how about a wedding first

 

I furrow my brows in confusion and I squeeze the bridge of my nose between my index finger and thumb in concentration, my mind still foggy from my slumber. I give up and turn to the toilet to relieve my bladder. I lift up the lid and see yet another sticky note attached to the bottom of it. I breathe out a slight chuckle at the placement and pull it up to read it.

marry meeee

 

I find myself actually laughing out loud at the fact that there is a playful marriage proposal stuck under the lid of my toilet. I quickly finish using the toilet and pick up my brush to tame my messy hair before stopping once I catch a glimpse of yellow in the mirror. I move the brush away from my head and bring it in front of my face and turn it over. I find a fifth sticky note attached to the back of the brush.

and then a baby

 

I smile to myself as I gather the four notes together before going back to the bedroom to pick up the first one. I set them all in a line in order and read them again, and I can’t help but imagine Harry’s voice pronouncing the words on the notes out loud.

“A baby. Please? Okay, how about a wedding first? Marry meeee. And then a baby.” My eyes widen in surprise and I realize that they’re supposed to go together. I grin at the prospect of finding more, and I quickly spin around and glance around the room. So far they had been order. Harry had known that I would check my phone, go to the bathroom, brush my teeth, use the toilet, and brush my hair in that order. I’m quite impressed at how well he knows me. I make my way over to my suitcase to get dressed, and sure enough, there is another one stuck right on top of it.