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CHAPTER 23

23—Renleigh Kensington

You know when people tell you one thing then just completely disregard it? Yeah. Nothing pisses me off more than that.

Or, well, there may be things that get on my tits more than that. But still. It's definitely something that I cannot stand. It just makes me annoyed because why say something if you won't do it?

Anyway.

Harry was his own person and something else must have come up which was why he took so long. I shouldn't have worried, right? Even if my gut was telling me that today was going to be shit because something will go wrong at some point. I rarely got these gut feelings so I normally trusted them. Like the time my brother got caught up in the shitstorm that is my life and Tomlinson managed to recruit him to do a one-off job. I acted on that gut feeling when I went over to his place and thank fuck I did.

So, the question I debated for hours now, is whether or not my gut feeling was telling me something or if I just told myself it's a gut feeling when it's just me not being used to Harry going out and not coming back for hours. Yes, I know how that sounds.

It sounds like I'm a clingy bitch who must know the exact whereabouts of her man at all times.

And maybe I was clingy. Maybe I was a bitch. And maybe I wanted to know where Harry was. But is that so bad?

Him and I were like that. Even if it wasn't something we voiced often, I feel like we constantly had to know where the other was, simply to make sure we were okay. Yes, it pissed me off when he was on my case during the pregnancy but that was because of my hormones plus he is not that intense normally.

It was around half one when I finally managed to get Leila to fall asleep. She'd been crying since six AM this morning and nothing seemed to get her to stop. Harry needed to wake up at six to get in to work on time for seven, so, yes, we've been awake for seven hours. Seven hours of nothing but walking around with my daughter in my arms when she was not eating or crying for some random reason. It was driving me insane because I couldn't figure out what the fuck was going on with her.

Perhaps this was what my head was trying to warn me about and not Harry.

The house was so quiet that the only thing I could hear was Leila's breathing. She was sleeping in the middle of the bed, pillows and the quilt surrounding her. That was more so to give me a bit of peace of mind. She couldn't quite roll on her own, so there was no way she could have rolled off of the bed, but knowing how clumsy I was, I imagined she would get some of that from me. If I could prevent something from happening, I was for sure going to do everything in my power to do it.

I cleared up Harry's desk and set my own little work space up. While she was napping, hopefully for longer than an hour, I was going to get some things done. Mostly legal stuff that was regarding the developmental plans. With my dad being a lawyer and all, I knew the basics of what I needed to get by without needing someone with that profession on call every day. Of course, I could have sent it over to him but he was my last resort. I didn't like mixing friends and family with my work life unless absolutely necessary.

Completely in the zone, I didn't even hear when the front door opened. What caught my attention was the laughter that accompanied it. It sounded like we had company, loud company, which I did not appreciate, seeing as the door was open to the bedroom and the house was pretty open so sound travelled. The slam of the front door also didn't do a lot of good for a newborn. It woke Leila up, the little girl screaming like she had been for majority of the day so far.

"Leila, please," I sighed as I picked her up and held her under her bum. I rubbed her back and bounced up and down with her, trying to imitate the movements that usually let her find some rest. I walked over to where my laptop was and checked for the time, it being almost four in the afternoon. "Went to sleep around half one... slept for a little over three hours. That's a new record. Why are you crying, hm?" I pulled her away from me and I looked at her. Her eyes were screwed shut, face red as a tomato and mouth so wide open that I could see the back of her throat. She then started to shake and I swear my own eyes welled up with tears.