Harry:
"C'mon, baby, it's time to go home." I lifted Bella from the mat. She whined, wrapping her arms and legs around me as I walked to the front desk. "How was she?"
"She was very good today, she got another gold star."
"That's my girl." I smiled, kissing her head as I signed her out.
"Have a great day, (Y/N)!"
I walked to the car, placing my daughter into her carseat.
"Mommy, I was good today." She spoke groggily.
"I know you were, maybe we can make mint brownies." That woke her up, her high squealing making me laugh.
I drove all the way to the grocery store, considering we don't have ingredients for the brownies. Bella tugged my hand throughout the store as I told her the ingredients we need. She couldn't read the isle signs so we just traveled through every single one.
"You're gonna break my wrist, Bella!" I tugged back, "Walk a little slower, okay?"
"Mhm, sorry Mommy." She looked around the isle, "Mint!" She pointed to the top shelf. I stretched to reach, realizing I was too short to get it. A hand grabbed it for me, handing it to me.
"Oh, thank you-" As I took the mint, I noticed the tattoo on the person's finger, identical to mine. I looked up, my breath hitching.
"(Y/N).." He breathed, smiling.
"H-Hi Harry."
"How've you been?"
"F-Fine. I've got to get going so-"
"Whoa, what's the rush?"
"Put the mint in the cart, Mommy!" Bella tugged at my pant leg, reaching for it.
"Oh, here baby." I handed it to her, Harry staring at her.
"You have a daughter?"
"Yeah.. Listen, Harry, I've gotta go-"
"How old is she?"
"Harry-"
"I'm four!" I grumbled as his eyes widened.
"Can we talk?"
"What, you want me to leave her alone?"
"No, I want you to tell me right now who's daughter that is."
"My daughter, Harry."
"And who's her Dad?"
"Nobody!"
"Let me rephrase that, who's her father, (Y/N)?"
"Stop acting like you'd do something about it."
"So it's me, isn't it?" I struggled to form a lie, looking between Bella and Harry. She was incredibly shy now at the small yelling session Harry and I just had.
"Harry, we can't talk about this now."
"Why not?"
"You really want to fight in front of her?" I yell-whispered, his face softening. He shook his head.
"Tomorrow, we're having lunch over this."
"Fine." I sighed. Harry nodded, looking down at Bella. She just pinched at my pants, waiting patiently for me. Her grin eyes shimmered when they finally made eye contact, it even gave me chills.
