Birth day 4

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"10,000 dollar fine, 4 years serving in jail, 36 months of probation after release!"

10 years later

"Mom! You didn't forget to invite dad for my birthday dinner right?" Evan yells from the top of the stairs. I let out a chuckle and shake my head. "No sweetie." I smile setting the mashed potatoes to the side after covering the bowl with a plastic wrap.

15 years of having the most beautiful daughter were the best years of your life. She has always been so comprehensive. She understood what was happening at ten years old when you told her you were pregnant with her fathers daughter...

Yeah.

Five years ago on a very drunken night was when it happened. You remember inviting him over for wine. Then the next thing you notice, he had you on your hands and feet over the kitchen counter. It was a good night with your ex husband. You didn't regret the night full of love making, you regretted not using protection. Nevertheless, you were blessed with another princess.

After getting you pregnant, Harry spent every living second of the day, everyday, to snuggle you up but also get you to exercise. The pregnancy went better mentally and physically than your first, if only you guys were married.

Now Harry spent every Friday, Saturday, Sunday under your roof unless he was touring or took the girls out himself. Meaning he sent you flirty messages every time he checked up with you, or would graze your bottom when he was in the house.

Throughout the years, you told Harry never again. But even then, you couldn't help but kiss him back when you guys were alone. You couldn't resist yourself anymore.

But you felt that today is a perfect day to change it all. You had a solution that wouldn't stop you from holding back from Harry anymore.

"Hey, sexy." You hear behind you, making you jump in surprise and drop the tongs on the grill. You turn and smile, "oh hey, Harry. The patties are ready to grill. Have fun."

You start to walk back inside from the back yard, not before Harry could slap your bum though. You turn and smirk for once instead of glaring at him like usual, leaving him confused.

"Mom! Get in the pool!" Evan yells. You look over from the kiddie pool where your younger daughter sat with her toys. "Can't! I'm watching your sister." you smile turning back to give Darcy your attention.

You feel a shadow lean over you and you look up to see Harry smirking down at you. Before you can crawl away, he grabs your body and makes a run for the large pool where Evan and her friends were.

"Harry!" you yell slapping his chest when you swim up for air. You rub your eyes from the chlorine and look over to Darcy to see your parents caring for her. As you lent over the pool to throw your crop top away, you feel Harry behind you.

"Jesus, your daughter is right there!" you whisper yell, trying to unwrap his arms from around you. "Oh c'mon, she wants us back together more than everybody else." he whispers in your ear as he takes you guys to corner of the pool where there was no listening.

"Harry." you call leaning over the edge of the concrete underground pool. "Hmm." he mumbles into your neck.

You turn around and push him away softly. "I don't know if I can do this anymore." you mumble looking down. "Do what?" he asks floating away. "I can't keep whatever is going on up. The touching and sneaking away. We're not teenagers anymore. I think it's time to —"

"Don't say move on. You know I can't move on from you. Please don't." he freaks out shaking his head as he starts to hold your face. "Let me finish." you mumble as he lets out a sigh.

"I think it's time to move on from this stage... and we start dating again." you smile as you finish off the last part. He looks up fast in disbelief and smiles.

Harry leans in and kisses your lips as you too hug him. "Thank you, y/n. For everything." he says closing his eyes and smiling down as he leans his forehead on yours. "Thank you for not giving up with your flirtatious ways." you giggle kissing him again as your daughters, family and friends yell in celebration.

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