"Daddy, what's that?" She asked, pointing at my wrist. "Honey. Those are my battle scars." "What war were you fighting?" "A war with my heart." *I WROTE THIS STORY LIKE FIVE YEARS AGO, AND IT DEFINITELY SHOWS. I AM IN THE PROCESS OF EDITING IT, BUT THAT WILL BE A SLOW PROCESS. IN THE MEANTIME CHECK OUT MY ONE SHOT ENTWINED IN MY BOOK OF ONE SHOTS* Originally completed: March 2014 highest rankings: #1 mpreg #6 harry