Perfect Isn't Weak

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It's been wayyyyy too long babes! I have not forgotten about this story but I finally decided it will be a maximum of 55 chapters. It's almost done. If you've had the patience with me all this time I love you!!! You're almost to the end of this crazy story! As far as a sequel of this book, it's very possible but I'm not sure when.

Some of you said this book made you fall in love with my writing and that makes me the softest happiest person ever. I am currently working on another book that is yet to be uploaded and another story called "Okay, Fine" the newest chapter was out yesterday. If you've read both "Okay, Fine" and "Perfect Isn't Weak", DM me your favorite scene and which characters you liked most from each book and which you liked more for a shoutout!

Rosie

I was finally able to go home! We carefully put Theo into the car seat, he looks just like Harry that if I didn't rip my body open to have him I would say Harry created this child by himself. I lightly kissed his tiny lips and sat in the passenger seat. I couldn't believe it my baby boy was with me. He was born and it just felt like I didn't have any problems anymore, that was far from the truth but it felt like it.

"Do you want to stay with me and mom for the next few days baby?" Harry asks me, and I notice we didn't have time to talk about anything like that.

"How about you just stay with us, Harry?" I suggest.

"I don't know your uncle doesn't seem to be my biggest fan," he laughs a bit.

"Harry you can just say he's my father," I tell him shrugging.

"I'm sorry, did that erm, did that offend you?" He says turning his head to face me.

"No, no, it didn't," I say honestly.

"Alright your dad isn't my biggest fan, we both know that," Harry tells me keeping his eyes on the road.

"Harry come on more than you're my boyfriend you're the father of my son, and he's able to understand that," I tell Harry who rolls his eyes.

"Oh yeah, he really liked the way I was yelling at you before we left the house to get you to the hospital because of a stress-induced labor I caused," Harry rolls his eyes.

"Would you stop saying that?! It wasn't your fault Harry. How many times do I have to say it for you to understand?" I remark at him.

"I don't know, I just kind of feel guilty about it still. You know?" He shrugs.

"Well, I promise it wasn't your fault I found out my whole family was a lie Harry, can't blame me if I felt a little stressed," I tell him patting his shoulder.

"My stomach feels like Jello," I admit randomly.

"Mine feels empty, I'm starving," Harry says and at that moment I noticed how damn lucky men really were. I had a stomach that felt like it didn't have organs anymore and he was hungry. Wow.

"I'll make some waffles once we get home," I let him know.

"With Malteasers?" He asks and I furrow my eyebrows.

"What what?" I ask thinking I heard wrong.

"Malteasers, you know those chocolate balls," he explains and I nod finally knowing what he's talking about.

"No, no Malteasers, they are a bit hard to find in America Harry," I tell him feeling as if I'm speaking to a child so I let out a light laugh.

"Fine when I take you to England to be my wife, will you make me them there?" He asks parking the car at my house.