Josilyn POV
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Today I'll tell him.
Or maybe tomorrow..
I've held it off long enough and he deserves to know.
I don't want to hurt him any longer but I just don't want to relive the situation any more than I already do.
I take one last deep breath and reach down to shut the shower water off. After drying myself off with my towel and wrapping it around me, I open the door to find Bri sitting on the bed with Carter.
"Bri what.."
"Daddy and uncle Hawwy are arguing and he told me to take Carter upstairs and stay until he said so."
I sigh. Again?
I grab my pile of clothes off the bed and quickly go back into the bathroom to get dressed.
"Stay here and watch your brother, okay? I'll be right back," I grab the remote and turn the TV on.
"Mommy why uncle and daddy fighting again? Do they hate each other?"
"No, no. Here Bri, you and Carter watch the TV and I'll be back." I set the remote down and then walk out of the room, shutting the door behind me. I can hear their raised voices just from the top of the stairs. I speed up my tread until I'm standing right in the doorway of the kitchen.
"For Christ's sake Harry go home! I'm done arguing with you about this," Louis throws his hands in a maniac gesture towards the door, "She doesn't need to see you right now or anytime until I tell you she's ready to see you."
"Louis you're acting mad. What is two minutes going to harm? I just want to see if she's okay! It's been more than a week!"
"Well she's not, no thanks to you -" the smell of burning pancake catches my senses and I immediately began looking for the source. The stove.
Ignoring both of them, I grab the pan with the now burning pancake and move it over to a turned off aisle.
"Louis you're burning this pancake. How did you not smell that? Are you trying to start a fire?" I scold.
"Shit," he swiftly moves me out of the way and grabs the spatula and begins scraping the pancake off the surface.
"Josie -"
Now or never.
I cut Harry off with a hand to the shoulder, "Harry, I'm fine. None of it is even your fault."
"Your eyes look so tired.." He mumbles guiltily, "Look I didn't know that he really didn't mean it when he said he wasn't choosing between us. I took it to head and I'm sorry."
"It's not your fault, Harry. I took it to head too. We were both stupid about it," I say.
And his face flashes confusion.
Knowing what question that's coming next, I suddenly feel myself beginning my nervous gesture of dragging my fingers through my hair and clutching the ends.
Louis notices and drops the pan into the sink, coming over to my side, and pulling me closer to him protectively.
"Then why are you-"
"Harry, that's enough," Louis shakes his head and Harry clamps his mouth shut, eyebrows still furrowed. I feel a slow headache forming as my thoughts go back to that day.
"Here," Lou hands me bottles from the fridge, a plate with non-burnt pancakes (more than I can even eat but I don't complain), bottle of syrup, and a fork. He pulls me into him by the shoulders and kisses my forehead, "Go upstairs. Eat. Feed the kids. I'll be up there in a few."
