Compassion (MAJOR EDITING) #Wattys2015

Chapter 46: Harry

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"Jassy is a princess?" I asked my now 10 month old daughter. She smiled. "Jassy princess, dada. Prin Prin is Prince and Eddy is prince too." I looked down at all of them. Jasmine was dressed in her pink princess dress, Prince was in a tiny black tux that matched Edward's. We were taking a family picture. Of course I was the king and Brielle was my queen. "Alright babies, smile." Bri said to the children. All of them showed their best giggles as me and Bri smiled also. "Alright now I want one with just the kids." The photographer said. Brielle sat down Jasmine in the middle of Ed and Prince. We both stood behind the photographer as the kids smiled and played with one another. "Looks like you have models on your hands." The photographer beamed and smiled back at us. I shook my head. "Nope. They'll be musicians for sure." Brielle disagreed. "I think they'll want a quiet life honestly because things are so hectic now." I smiled. "You have a point." Just as I said that, Jasmine held her hands up and smacked each of her brothers on the head because they were blocking her in some of the pictures. Shit. "Dada!!!!" Prince yelled to me and cried with his arms out. I ran over to him and picked him up, placing him on my hip. "Owwy." He said and rubbed his head where Jassy had hit him. "I'm sorry, baby." I frowned and kissed him on the head. "Jasmine." Brielle said and sat between her and Edward. "Why would you hit your brothers, baby girl? They have to be in the pictures too." Jassy whined. "Jassy picture, mama." The photographer walked over to us with worry in his eyes. "Maybe we could do some single shots with each of the babies before we put them all together? If that'll be better for the children." I looked at Brielle who instantly looked back at me. "Would it work better that way? You're their father and I believe that you should make the decisions. I'm fine with whatever you choose." My smile grew wider. "That's fine." I said to the photographer and sat Prince down by himself in front of the background picture. He grabbed a handful of toys and smiled into the camera as the photographer started taking pictures again. "Can I talk to you for a second, love?" I asked. Bri nodded, sat Jassy and Edward in the play area, and walked over to the corner with me so we could talk alone. "What's wrong?" She asked, worry painted on her face. I shook my head no while caressing her cheeks in my hands. "Nothing's wrong, baby. I'm just curious." She raised an eyebrow. "Why?" I shrugged my shoulders. "I guess I'm just so used to you making all of the big decisions when it comes to them because you're always with them and know what's best for them. It was just nice to hear you say that I could make all the decisions." She stood on her toes and kissed me on my lips with everything that she had. "I know that sometimes I'm hard to deal with..and I'm not the best or most understanding person in the world, but I'm trying for you. I'm improving for you and I want you to see that too. We're not perfect, Harry. No one is. I was wrong before for trying to keep you away from your family because of one bad decision you made that wasn't even as mad as I made it out to be. I actually want you to speak up more and not agree with me when it comes to the children because I may be wrong too. I meant what I said because you are their father and you do deserve to make decisions in their lives as well. You're an amazing father and husband, Harry and I wouldn't want to be with anyone else but you no matter what I said before." By this time, tears were pouring out of her eyes and I can't find the words to say. For once in my life, I'm completely speechless. "Say something, baby...anything." She whispered as I pulled her into a hug and kissed the top of her head. She let out a soft sigh. "I love you, Harry." I leaned my head against the back of the corner wall, allowing her to lean against my chest as she wiped away her tears. "My turn." I whispered in her ear. "Brielle, love, stop crying. It's quite alright how you treated me. In all honesty, you should have treated me way worse than you did and have been before because of all of the things I've done to you. I've broken, beaten, shattered, cracked, and wounded your heart with my animalistic ways of lust. I could've gotten any girl that I wanted that night, yes, but I chose you. I chose what we had because what we had has always been special. You've always had a special place in my heart from the moment I laid eyes on you and up until right now-" She looked up at me, more tears falling. "Those eyes. Your 'basic' brown eyes do something to me, Brielle. They show so much pain. Struggle. Heartache. Everything that you've ever been through in your entire life. The crinkles around them, I think of them as battle marks there to remind the both of us of the times before we met. How lost we both were without each other." I ran my fingers through her hair as she sniffled into my shirt. "Your insecurities make you even more spectacular. The way you look in the mirror each morning when you get out of bed and groan out of frustration because you hate the way you look without makeup. How you always pinch your sides every once in awhile to see if you've lost weight in your belly or thighs because you think those are your problem areas. Whenever you wear a dress, you always turn around and face the mirror from the back to see how your ass looks, even though you're always disappointed in what you see. I don't mind it, by the way. I love you, your curves, and the meat that you have on your bones. It's sexy, feminine, goddess like. You pick over your food when you're in deep thoughts while eating. You're always walking in circles around the house because as a child, you were alone and all you had was you so you're used to walking and standing alone. You're always trying to cover that one spot on your arms that's dry even after you put lotion on. I could go on for days, my queen. Baby girl, you've done so much good in my life that I don't even notice the bad or hurtful things, which aren't many. Don't put yourself down over things you can't control. Bring yourself up with positivity and my words that are true. Sweetheart, you don't see the way your chest slowly rises and falls when you're asleep. How peaceful you look cuddled up next to me with your head in the crook of my neck, fitting perfectly. You don't see how amazing you look in those dresses. Your body absorbs all of it and dammit, it drives me wild. How mesmerizing your eyes are because they hypnotize me whenever I just get a small glance at them." Her lips began to form a smile, what I had been waiting for. "That smile..your smile shines my world up and is the light that guides me home to you. You see, I'm not one to show a lot of emotions and express how I feel but baby, I love you more than myself and would give my life for you. Because even when you're crying, you're beautiful too." I pulled her into a passionate kiss, forgetting where we were and didn't care either because in that moment, what I needed was right here in my arms. Where I could protect her the best way that I could from all harm and most importantly, herself. I may not be able to protect her from it all, but I would try for the love and compassion that we stored in each other. Together.

com·pas·sion
kəmˈpaSHən/
noun
sympathetic pity and concern for the sufferings or misfortunes of others. ❤️