Hell to Heaven

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*knock knock*

"Aye, uhh Deb, it's me, Harold. I was wondering if you'd like to talk.." Harold said through the thick wooden door. There was no response which he was expecting, but he could hear some shuffling around, which no one had heard since Tam and Nine left. They had only been gone two days but Rapunzel stirred even less as the days ticked by. 

"It's about the child... your child, with Lou," Harold tried again. As he pressed his ear against the door, the door unexpectedly opened. 

"Oof," Harold exclaimed as he hit the floor. 

"What about our child?" Deb asked softly. Harry immediately stood up and brushed himself off. No one thought that would work. Constance and Rusty bet $30 each that she wouldn't even move. Tess bet $10 that he'd hear movement when he said that, but no one had her actually appearing for the first time in what seemed like weeks. 

"I just wanted to maybe discuss how we're going to go about this. I mean, you and I are going to be more than just awkward in-laws once this child is born. Technically, you and I are going to be parents. I, obviously, will be giving up my rights and allowing that child to grow up with the impression that she is the product of you and Lou, but our lives will be intertwined for the rest of our lives and I think, for one, we need to be better acquainted, and well, I- Amita wants to know if we'll be having sex or not," Harry explained. 

"No, I don't want to have sex with you. We'll do it in a facility, or Lou will inject your sperm in me while she and I are having sex," Deb stated. Harry nodded and brushed off the fact that she completely ignored the actual point of his schpeal. He truly did want to get to know his "sister-in-law" better. He had judged her for far too long from afar. Now he had the chance to actually get to know her and figure out why his sister, who was a meteor flung from the depths of space on a trail with no end, suddenly got snagged by Ocean's gravitational pull. 

"And I suppose for the child's sake and Lou's, we should get to know each other better..." Deb trailed off. Harry smiled at this and followed Deb into her room. Harry looked around and noticed that the room was pretty evenly split between the two. Lou had originally decorated it, but once Deb got back, she slowly added her influence and of course, Lou wouldn't object. He saw a few old pictures of the two back from what seemed like college age and a little older. He saw a few things left over from the proposal that Deb insisted on keeping up in their room. She enjoyed being surrounded by her plans, besides Lou, it was the first thing she saw when she went to bed and the first thing she saw when she woke up. Harry also noticed that Lou's side of the room seemed untouched. It was if Deb was waiting for her to just come back home and crawl right back into bed with her. 

Deb slipped back under the covers on her side of the bed and watched Harry as he took a seat on the end of the bed. They stared at each other for a few moments before Deb cut the awkward tension. 

"What do you want to know?" Deb asked. 

"Well I'm not going to do the whole weird thing that American dads tend to do... but I guess, I just want to know why her?" Harry replied. Deb took a minute to collect her thoughts. His question was more than just a typical loaded question. While she thought she knew the answer, every day it seemed, she'd find a new reason to fall harder and deeper in love than the previous day. And now that they were attempting to make up the last 6 years, things were coming back at an even faster rate. Everyone knew that Lou was wrapped around her the minute that Lou had laid eyes on her. They all knew the story at the club. But what most people failed to ask, was what Deb had thought that night. What Deb had felt. Even Lou didn't really know what happened on the brunette's side of that night. 

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It was a typical Friday night which meant Deb was going into her usual club which happened to be half a block from her apartment. It was run by the Italian mafia to her knowledge, something that put her on edge a bit given her families history with them. Despite that, she still ran it knowing the risk. 

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