*Reagan’s POV*

I sat up pulling my shirt down as Harry took his seat next to me on the bed. I’d never seen him smiling for so long in one sitting, or at least I don’t think I have. He kept looking at me and then back at the ground with the pits that indent his cheeks on full display. I would be offended if I wasn’t as excited as he was. Any maternal feel that I may have had slowly goes down the proverbial drain as I continue to think of how lucky that we both are. Children are a beautiful gift, but it’s definitely one that we couldn’t have handled right now.

The doctor however failed to share our excitement in finding out that we wouldn’t be parents. Her eyebrows knotted as she continued to look at the stills of my empty womb on the screen making my smile slowly falter as time continued to pass.

“This isn’t adding up. Somethings not right.” She muttered under her breath, now catching Harry’s attention as well.

He sat up alert in his chair with his eyes intently on me, a clear question in them that I didn’t have the answer for.

“When was your last period Miss Stoger?”

“About five weeks ago...I’m a week late.” I answered meekly. I know that Harry has no problem with poking fun at ‘the red dragon’, but it’s still an odd subject for me to talk about around him, even if we have...done things, while it was happening.

“Any stress, abnormal fatigue, new medications?”

“All of that.”

The doctor and I both looked over at Harry as he answered for me. He crossed his arms in a nonchalant way before he sat back in his seat looking at me.

“It’s about time that you tell someone the truth, and since you’ve become so keen on hiding things I figured I’d open my mouth and speak up.” Harry knitted his eyebrows at me before he looked back at the doctor making my neck sore from his whiplash like mood swing. Not two seconds ago he was smiling.

“Tell her what happened, Reagan. This is your health we’re talking about here. There’s no point in keeping it from her.”

I put my head down before I spoke, telling the physician about everything that’s happened over the past few months and not realizing myself until I put everything on the table how everything had taken its toll on me, both mentally and physically.

“Serax,” She spoke as if everything was now making some kind of sense even though I was still lost, “how often do you take it?”

“Usually one everyday as it was prescribed to me.”

“High stress factors and new medications will do it. If you can stand it for a month, I would suggest leaving it alone just so your body can have time to regulate itself. The stress of a traumatic experience alone can put it off. Add new medication to that and you’re body’s gone haywire. If that’s all, then I’ll let you out of the room and you should be all set. ”

As Harry stood, overly anxious to leave out of the facility and be away from all of the pregnant women, the cogs in my head started turning and thinking about our future endeavors. Theres no better place to do it other than here.

“Wait,” the doctor turned around as did an agitated looking Harry, “What are the best birth control options besides the pill?”

A slow smirk creeps its way along Harry’s face as he looks at me, putting his head down moments later to hide his excitement about the subject. I’m tired of being a prisoner to myself, and if I could go as far as I did this morning with Harry, I’m sure that I can go further.

The doctor read off all of the different brands, choices, and methods making my head spin; listing everything from the patch, to the shot, to the ring. Harry and I both sat back in our seats with open ears and eyes until I chose the best method for myself.

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Thirty more minutes had past until we finally left. I sat comfortably in the passenger seat only because Harry insisted that he could drive in America just as well as he could in England.

“You’re driving better than I thought you would. The idea of me trying to drive in England would be bad for myself and everyone else on the street.”

Harry glanced over at me. I could tell that the green of his eyes was light and crystal clear even behind his dark aviator sunglasses. A weight had been lifted off of his shoulders since we left the facility. H’s plump lips curled up at the corners and I could do nothing but admire his now lighter mood and beautiful side profile.

“You underestimate me constantly glasses and I’m sure its because you can’t drive.”

“Fuck off Harold. I can drive. I drove to the doctors.”

“Don’t say ‘fuck off,’ Reagan. That's mean, and Harold?” H’s eyebrows raised in mock annoyance. “How many times will I have to tell you to not call me Harold?”

“Until we’re old and grey my love.” The smile slowly faded from Harry’s lips.

“Do you think we’ll last that long? Is forever really attainable after what we've been through?”

The question came out of no where and caught me off guard, but I had the answer before I had my next breath.

“Forever is attainable because of what we've been through. We've made it this far, and who’s to say what bumps or catastrophes will be down the road a day, a month, or a year from now? I would face every demon hell could conjure up and set in front of us, as long as I’m facing them with you.”

“If this could be it for the problems that we have to face, it wouldn't be too soon. But, part of me knows that its only wishful thinking.”

I sighed to myself somewhat contently, caught between the sereneness of the moment and the reality of knowing that Harry was right; but for a while, I wanted reality to escape us.

“Lets not focus on what’s to come. Lets think about now. You’re here. You’re in LA with me. This should be like a vacation for you, for us to both escape. A ‘holiday.’” I said speaking in my best ‘British’ accent causing Harry to laugh and roll his eyes at me.

“Well then, right now what do you want?”

Harry parks the car in front of my house, opening up the door for himself before his long legs carry him over to my side of the car to do the same for me. He grabs my hand, intertwining our fingers together while we make our way towards the door, all the while looking at me to give him an answer. His eyes are light again and somehow they reflect mine, showing small flecks of hazel and gold around his pupil.

“Right now, I want to try. I need a connection. I want us to go back to the way things were before everything started to unravel right in front of our eyes.”

“You mean–”

“I want sex. I want to fuck. I want to make love and everything else in between.”

Harry’s eyes widened when he looked at me, but he didn't question my response. I was on a mission and a sense of calm and a nervous butterfly feeling in the pit of my stomach had washed over me that I hadn't felt in weeks. My emotions were everywhere at once, but I wouldn't let them get the better of me.

“Are you sure about this? You made a big step this morning and I don’t want you to think that you have to–”

I cut Harry off as soon as we got through the door with my lips softly but firmly pressed against his. The kiss was simple and innocent. No tongue was involved at all, but it had the same effect that I intended it to and it got my point across to him. Harry’s hands grasped each side of my hip as I pulled away and his eyes stayed closed as his tongue slid lazily along his bottom lip. Grabbing one of his hands from my waist, I guided him towards my room, closing the door behind us before finally kissing him again.

I could feel it.

The darkest corners of my mind tried to take over as they did before. I could see the silent movie reel from my skewed memory of that fateful night begin to play, but as soon as Harry deepened the kiss and cradled the back of my head with his hand, Peyton’s disgusting memory began to slowly fade.

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*Harry’s POV*
Reagan’s lips broke away from mine to leave a trail of kisses from my neck down to my shoulder, giving me life and then taking it away again slowly but surely. I was intoxicated by the moment. The way her lips felt so soft and full against my skin, the way that her hands ghosted over the fabric of my shirt, greedily yet still cautious and hesitant, the way that her breasts pressed up against my chest letting me know that her heart beat at the same pace as my own, made me fall all the more in love with her and made me feel as if I would burst with pride.

Reagan pulled me down with her, making us fall on the bed together, I on top of her almost the same way that we were all those weeks ago. Her legs wrapped around my back, but something about it didn’t feel right.

“Switch.” I mumbled against her lips not having enough strength to pull away. I’m almost sure that if I did I would keel the fuck over. I’ve wanted this for far too long.

“What?” Reagan spoke with her voice just above a whisper and her face flushed and much too concentrated.

“Switch. I need you on top. I want to watch you and make sure you’re okay with this.”

I carefully adjust our bodies so that Reagan is positioned over me. She looks unsure at first, but settles shortly after, connecting our lips again. My hands move from her hips and rest on her thighs as she begins to slowly grind against me and, God its like absolute paradise. Her movements are careful, as if I’m the one that would break if she were to move faster. At this rate, I honestly might. I can tell that she wants to push herself further and fuck I want her to, but shes in control and I won’t force her to move any faster than she feels comfortable with. She presses down gradually against me, harder than before and the groan that escapes me is captured in her lips. My fingers tighten on her thighs, but Reagan grabs my hands, moving them to her hips as she commands my body to respond to her every move.

Her hands move from either side of my head to my chest for support before she trails them down and slips them under my shirt. It feels as if a small fire burns in my chest and behind every area that she touches as she pulls my shirt over my head and then removes her own. I sit up and lean on my elbows before my lips immediately attach to the swell of her breast, sucking and nipping at the skin there, sure to leave tiny marks behind.

Reagan hisses as I dip my tongue, between her skin and the lace of the bra.

“You’re doing so good, love. So fucking good for me. Are you alright?”

“Yes.” Reagan slowly nods her head as her eyes flutter close while I remove her bra and begin to suck on one nipple while teasing the other between my fingers. She moans again, grabbing my head and pulling me closer.

“Fuck. Harry, please? I–God, please?”

“What do you need?” I ask her to tease already knowing the answer. My dick twitches in my jeans when I hear her beg the way that she does.

She doesn't respond verbally but instead pushes me back to reach for my zipper. Our eyes lock. Both of us thinking back to when we tried this before, but there is something different about her now. She’s hesitant at first, but I reassure her, kissing the sweet spot on her neck as her fingers slowly pull down the zip. When she palms me over my boxers, I have to fight everything in me to keep myself collected.

“Fuck, Reagan. Ugh, Jesus.”

Her eyes stay on mine, watching me innocently as if she were a virgin in shock by my reaction while her hand continued to stroke me over the cotton material. I move one of my hands from her waist and put it between her legs and I swear I think I can feel how wet she is through her shorts. It could be an exaggeration, but by the way that she grinds against my hand, I’d say its not.

“Let me take these off?”

“Mhm.” Reagan stands from my lap and as soon as her feet touch the floor, her shorts and knickers are already halfway down her legs. I kiss her hips and each of her legs as the material falls to the ground, saving the kiss to her sweet center for last.

Reagan gasps while my tongue works her over, tasting her this way for the first time in what feels more like years than a month.

“Stop,” She halfway moans with her legs shaking, already so close to an orgasm and I’ve barely scratched the surface. “I need you, now. Please, Harry?”

I nod my head and lie back down on the bed. Reagan tugs my jeans down and then my boxers, licking her lips like she did yesterday at the sight of me. I wouldn’t mind having her lips wrapped around me, but the need to be inside of her is stronger.

“My wallet is in my jeans. Grab a condom.”

She does what I tell her to. We dodged a bullet this time around but there's no need in making the same mistake three times. She got some kind of shot when we were at that damn facility but apparently it takes seven days to work. Reagan opens the condom and rolls it on me herself making me bite my bottom lip at how good her hands feel on me. She moves to get on top of me, positioning herself over me while I watch her. She’s been more than okay so far and I can only hope that it stays that way. She laces her right hand with my left as her eyes once again lock with mine. When she lowers herself onto me, her mouth opens in an ‘o’ shape before she begins to move.

Up and then down, up and down, she slowly impales herself on me while her hand grasps mine like a vice. Her eyes glaze over, but no tears fall and as she continues to move I realize how much I’ve missed this. I’ve missed her and the way that her hair falls around her shoulders as her pleasure takes over, demanding complete abandon. I’ve missed the way that she moans my name and how fucking beautiful it sounds falling repeatedly from her lips. I’ve missed the perfect fit that we are for each other, and how tight and wet she is when she’s wrapped around me. It’s not only about the physical, but there’s honestly something spiritual about it as well. Our souls are connected and regardless to if forever is attainable for us or not, she will always be my heart. I can barely think beyond her and almost every breath is labored as she moves. My free hand grabs her waist as I thrust upward to meet her sensual rhythm and the connection that she feels that we lost slowly becomes restored.

Reagan tightens around me and her pace slows down. Its been a while and I know that the workout that she’s getting is wearing her down, along with her body’s call for a sweet release of everything that she’s been holding in and trying to deal with on her own. She's been so strong for the both of us and it's my absolute fucking pleasure to be the one who helps her to get rid of the stress and anguish that she's had to bear. I try my hardest to fight my own release to make sure she gets there first, but it has to be one of the most difficult thing I’ve ever done.

“Ugh, fuck! H. I can’t– ”

“Let go then. Come on love.” I can feel her twitch around me, milking me for all I have as I spill into the condom with my lips pressed firmly to hers, sharing what little oxygen we have left.

Notes

YAYYYY I'm backk! Hi loves! How are you all? I'm so sorry that it took me so long to post but I need to thank you all for being the best readers on this site and ever for being patient with me. I've been so tired from working and this break was definitely something that I needed. I LOVE YOU ALL SO MUCH FOR BEING UNDERSTANDING AND JUST IN GENERAL. My schedule is a little bit lighter now so I can definitely promise at least one update per week with a few surprises here and there depending on a few factors there may only be 17 or 22 chapters left guys! I cant believe that we only have a few more to go! With that being said, what did you think of this chapter????! I love that they're getting things in order for themselves ;) I've missed you all so much and can't wait for your comments so that we can talk and discuss SO PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE LOAD ME UP WITH COMMENTS! ALSO PLEASE SUB AND VOTE! VOTES AND SUBS FOR ITP ONE AND TWO HAVE GONE UP AS WELL BECAUSE YOU ALL ARE THE BEST! I COULDN'T ASK FOR A MORE BEAUTIFUL BUNCH *BIG HUGS* ~Xx