*Harry’s POV*

“You must be Harry. My name is David, but you can call me Mr. Stoger.” David’s face was almost as firm and stern as his handshake. Reagan’s eyebrows immediately knotted at her father’s formal tone, but I was already aware of the scare tactics of father’s. I grinned at him even though I’m in no mood to deal with ‘big bad daddy’. It feels like my head is spinning with a thousand things at once even though I’ve only received on piece of information today. It’s too fucking much and in all honesty I just want this day to be over.

“Mr. Stoger,” I nod my head politely in spite of myself while I mentally roll my eyes. I hope my meds kick in soon. “Its nice to meet you.”

“Nice to finally meet you. I’ve heard a lot about you from Reagan and my wife. I’d like to talk to you before dinner is ready if you don’t mind, alone.”

I do, I do, I fucking mind!

“Sure.”

“Dad.”

“He’ll be back in a second, Reagan.”

I look back at Reagan widening my eyes and raising my eyebrows as I follow her dad out of her room and down the hall. Pictures of her litter the walls, but when I see one of her when she was a little girl, my heart slows and my skin goes clammy all at once. I feel bad for having this reaction. I feel like even the smallest bit of me should be maybe excited for possibly bringing a tiny version of her into this world, but I’m not. I love children. Besides Reagan, I feel like they are the easiest beings to talk to on earth, but the idea of me having one of my own with my fucked up genes and DNA makes me wish that I had worn a condom every time, either that or Reagan was on birth control. She’s so fucking stubborn and had she listened to me the first time I suggested it we wouldn’t be in this mess, but I guess it doesn’t matter now.

David takes off his rain beaten windbreaker before he looks at me, motioning for me to sit down after he tosses me a towel. I almost forgot that I was wet, but honestly that was the last thing on my mind. I use the towel to dry my hair off and allow the it to rest on my shoulders before I take a seat.

“Did the two of your just get in yourselves?” David eyes me up and down in a questioning manner.

“No, sir Mr. Stoger. It’s been a couple of hours.”

“Why were the two of you wet?” His eyebrows rise together in his curiosity as I’m reminded of what’s only happened moments ago.

“Reagan was showing me the balcony.”

“In the rain?”

“Yes.” I speak sharply before I try to cover the way my annoyance begins to surface through the mood stabilizer with a grin and a quick nod. David eyes me as if I were a maths problem that he were trying to figure out how to solve before he speaks again, allowing me to take a deep steadying breath.

“Lydia says you need a place to stay while you’re visiting.”

My eyes meet with David’s brown ones and now I see that Reagan’s eyes are more like her fathers except hers are brighter, were brighter. The honey brown color of Reagan’s eyes would sometimes be so bright that even during my darkest moments, the gold specs that I could see reflected in her irises would captivate me, making me temporarily forget every wrong in my world. Her eyes have since darkened from gold to a more copper-ish color, but sometimes I can still see the light in them. It comes and goes. Either way, her eyes still have the power to beset me, fully consume me and everything that I am in a way that I hope will never change, though secretly I wait for the light to return and stay with me for good.

“Yes sir.”

I nod my head as David finally takes his seat opposite mine behind his office desk. I feel like I’m in another therapist office, but this time everything is being evaluated, not just my behavior. I feel myself start to mellow and the thoughts in my head calm themselves to a minimal whisper. My meds are kicking in and I’m grateful for their timing.

“My wife has told me a lot of things about you and Reagan’s behavior towards you. She never used to act this way. She was always very open with us until she went there, to London and started dating you. Now everything is a secret. I would usually be opposed to allowing a boyfriend stay in the house,” I narrow my brow momentarily before I smooth it out again. The fact that Reagan’s father is trying to imply that I do anything but help her makes my mood shift slightly but not enough to change the effects of my medication. Both he and I are lucky for that, “but seeing as how Reagan has never experienced a real relationship and I don’t want to turn her into anymore than an introvert than she has already suddenly become, you can stay in the guest room as long as you’re here–”

“I’m sorry to interrupt you Mr. Stoger, but just so that I have a clear understanding, you are saying that you feel that my effect on your daughter is negative?”

“I feel that England’s effect on my daughter was negative. Not you specifically, or at least I would hope it’s not you, but whatever happened there has changed her character and I would be lying if I said I liked it. Since I don’t know you that well or at all really– my defenses are up for her.”

I bite my tongue and nod again, looking down at my boots. He doesn’t know me but, he’s quick to judge. The worst part about it though is that I can’t even come up with a damn argument, even in my head. I thought that this conversation would be the typical ‘what are your intentions with my daughter?’ That I could have fucking handled. I do feel that England has had that adverse effect on Reagan that she was hoping for, but I refuse to believe that I somehow fit into the part of it that fucked her over. Everyone seems to assume that we’re each others downfall but in all actuality we act as each other’s life vest, helping each other to stay afloat while the tide is against us, trying to rip us apart. The tide always seems to be against us now days, and I’m sure that I could find a million reasons why we shouldn’t be together, but I chose to ignore them. The day that I even consider one reason is the day that everything would fall apart for me.

I love her. I need her.

To anyone else it would seem simple enough and though it is, I know that I have selfish reason behind it on my part. Both of us do now.

Whether David knows it or not, his daughter is no angel either. We’ve both made our fair share of mistakes that have resulted in us being a casualty of the world. To me, it seems like all the more reason why we should be together, but then again Reagan did say that David is a damn lawyer, he only sees what he wants to and like he said, he doesn’t know me.

“With all due respect, she’s my first thought too.” First, second, and last. “I would never try to intentionally hurt her. Whatever change you see has nothing to do with me.” At least I know that part of that is true.

David takes a deep breath while slightly furrowing his brow and nods his head up and down dramatically in what I think is disbelief before he stands offering me his hand again, signaling that this part of the conversation is over.

“I’ll show you to the guest room. It’s not hard to find. Where in England are you from again?”
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*Reagan’s POV*

Dinner went by surprisingly smooth. Almost too smooth if I thought about it too much, and seeing as overthinking an issue has become second nature to me, I couldn’t help but wonder why it was that Harry’s jaw was clenched so tightly. He remained overly polite throughout dinner, but I could see his jawline flexing and his eyes were a sullen greyish green that I had never really seen on him before. I know that our conversation from earlier was still weighing on him heavily, that’s not all that was said to him tonight. My father must have gotten to him, but I’m not sure of how to ask him what was said without further agitating the subject.

When dinner was over, Harry sat at the table quietly waiting for me to finish clearing off the dishes with my mom. My dad had since gone to bed, but not before giving Harry the stern ‘I’m watching you’ glare.

“If he’s got you helping me clean the kitchen then he can stay as long as he want’s.” My mother whispers to me while glancing at Harry. His full lips now pouting and slightly puckered as he plays with his phone, oblivious to our quiet adoration of him.

“Go entertain, he looks bored. I can finish the rest of the dishes.”

I didn’t have to be told twice. Walking up behind Harry, I wrapped my arms around his shoulders, resting my chin on the top of his head before he stuffed his phone in his pocket grabbing my arms.

“Lets go upstairs.” I whispered in his ear as my hand slowly went from around his broad shoulders, down his arm to grab his hand.

“Thank you for dinner Mrs. Stoger. It was really good.”

“Oh you’re welcome sweetheart. And call me Lydia.” My mom smiled at him as Harry waved walking up the stairs behind me.

When I closed my bedroom door Harry walks back to his previous spot on my bed before he slaps the space next to him. My legs instinctively follow his silent demand as I curl into his side.

“Did you look up doctors?”

“No. I’ve never been to one of those kinds of doctors before. I was thinking maybe a Planned Parenthood, something more immediate without making an appointment that takes walkins. We could go tomorrow.”

Harry nods his head as I sit back against his chest, turning my head slightly to look up at him. The grayish green color still resides in his irises making the question that I wanted to hold off from asking appear in my head again.

“What did my dad say to you?”

Harry’s eyebrows furrow before he shakes his head. The color of his eyes turning from ash green to a slightly darker forest shade.

“Nothing that I haven’t heard before. Just the usual ‘intention’ questions. He asked me about your behavior, told me how you’ve changed. How much he loves you...”

Harry trailed off before grinning down at me, changing the subject. There had to have been more than that. I can sense it, but I let the conversation die. We’ve both had enough of strenuous talks for the day.

“I love how its called ‘Planned Parenthood’ when I’m pretty sure that ninety-nine percent of the time it’s a mistake or an accident.”

“Mistake is harsh. Some people want family. They’re desperate for it so they actually do plan.”

“Yeah well, I was an accident.” Harry nuzzles his head into my shoulder.

I scrunched my nose trying my hardest not a laugh and failing miserably, “I don’t think that's anything that you are supposed to admit out loud H.”

“Gemma was a mistake.” Harry laughs as he wraps his arms and legs around me to stop me from hitting him for his remark, resembling a lanky spider monkey or a sloth, pulling me closer.

“I bet that you were an accident. A beautiful accident.”

His lips are so close to my ear that his warm breath sends a shiver down my spine. I haven’t felt this way in a long time, and all that runs through my mind is how long over due it is. My body craves him, to feel him close to me, inside of me. But what my body wants and needs my brain quickly denies. I try to take deep steadying breaths, but I’m sure the goosebumps on my skin are a dead giveaway of the effect that Harry still has on me.

“I was planned.”

“Sure, you were.”

H. runs his hands up and down my arms almost to emphasize that he’s noticed my skin embrace him. His lips place a gentle kiss to my ear causing my breath to hitch in my throat before he pulls away.

“Harry..” I hum against him as I try to drown out the thousands of thoughts that run negatively through my mind as some type of unwanted defense mechanism.

“Hmm?”

My lips find his effortlessly, moving in sync as I turn myself to face him once again. This is the second time that I’ve allowed myself to be lost in Harry’s lips, but I’m determined to take it further and push my body beyond the limits that my mind has set. Harry’s hand tangles itself in my hair as he holds the back of my head firmly and mine does the same to his, rejoicing in the length that his hair has become as my fist tightens around it, causing him to groan before he lets me go with a slight frown on his face..

“You’re trying to seduce me now? I don’t think now is the best time. Your mum is still up and your dad exists.”

“It’s no different from when we were at your house. You didn’t let your mom stop you before.”

“Yeah, but before there were different circumstances.”

I nod my head pulling away from him before I stand from the bed.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean for it to come out like that.”

I glare at Harry before I walk over to my wardrobe, grabbing clothes from it to wear after my shower.

“Its fine. I get it.”

“Reagan, don’t do that. Come here.”

I ignore his request grabbing my towel to head towards the bathroom when I feel two arms snake around my waist. Harry drops his head on my shoulder before he pulls me fully against him, pushing his groin against my backside.

“Do you feel that?”

My throat went dry. It was impossible not to feel it.

“I want to make love to you. I want to fuck you until you can’t stand and the fact that you want to make that step makes me so proud of you, but I just don’t think that now is the time. You’re beautiful regardless to what state you’re in. Don’t ever think that’s the reason behind it. Do you hear me?”

I nodded my head, not being able to form words as Harry’s bulge was still firmly pressed against me. He kissed the side of my neck and I could feel his lips curl into a grin against my skin.

“We had sex when the red dragon was in town for fuck sake. Don’t think a baby is going to stop me after that.”

I pushed Harry away from me scrunching my nose in mock disgust even though when I think about that day my skin ignites with need.

“I’m gonna go to bed. Your dad will probably castrate me if he comes in here and it’s past eleven. Daddy’s little dirty girl.”

Harry wiggles his eyebrows bringing back his best ‘American girl from the valley’ voice when he speaks causing me to laugh again all the while easing some of the tension from one of the longest days in my life.

Notes

Guys Hiii!!! 6 days is way too long with out you all so I have another update for you! Before I get into notes, THANK YOU ALL SO MUCH FOR THE VOTES AND SUBS it really means so much to me to see those numbers grow and they've grown on the first two books as well :* What did you all think of this chapter? Do you agree with Reagan's dad to certain degree? Also this book has pretty much been rated R but we will be rolling around to NC-17 pretty soon ;} I'm so excited for the next chapter and the doctor visit so please continue to bombard me with comments so that I can reply and read them! Comments bring such joy to me. I'm literally like a kid on Christmas when I read them! Also please vote and sub because that makes me happy as well!! LOVE YOU ALL TO BITS AND PIECES FOR READING AND JUST IN GENERAL~Xx