"Daddy?"

Harry and I share a brief look, silently agreeing to talk about this later. He turns to our little girl and smiles at her, swooping down to pick her up in his arms. Almost three years old and gaining the ability to speak intelligibly, I can tell already that she's completely smitten with her father.

"Hi angel," Harry coos. He kisses her forehead and sets her on his hip.

"Mommy yelling at you?" she asks, putting her hands against his face. My heart twinges a bit at her question; I'm always the bad guy.

"Of course not, Soph," Harry says gently. "We were just talking. Your grandma is coming next week."

"Anne?" Sophie asks. Harry smiles slightly and shakes his head.

"Soph, you can't call her that," I scold lightly, smiling as well. Sophie told us last time Anne came to visit that she doesn't look old enough to be a grandmother, so she's going to call her Anne.

She shrugs like it doesn't matter and Harry just chuckles. I walk past both of them towards Sophie's bedroom, which is decked out in purple. It's still strange to walk into this room and see a regular bed instead of a crib. She's growing up so fast. I hear Sophie chatting away with her father as he follows me in here.

"A tea party?" Harry asks, entering the room. "That sounds fun."

When I glance over at the two I can't help but feel all warm and fuzzy inside. The way Harry looks at our daughter, completely overcome by love and affection for her, it just melts me. I always knew he'd be a good father, but he's even exceeded my expectations. He has twice the amount of patience I have, and no matter what Sophie asks of him, he'll do it. He simply adores her.

"Can we bring Bear?" Sophie asks.

"Of course," Harry says. He lowers her to the floor. "Why don't you go get him?"

"Okay!" she squeals, running as fast as her little legs will carry her. She slept in my bed last night, so I'm sure she's going there to retrieve her favourite stuffed animal.

"She barely slept," I tell Harry. "She was up half the night so I wanted her to nap, but then..." I pause and look up at him, our argument the reason for her wakefulness. "Anyway, she might be a bit cranky tonight so she should probably go to bed early."

"Alright," he agrees. I continue packing clothes and other essentials for him.

"Don't lose that bear. She won't sleep without it."

"I won't."

"Lately oranges have been making her stomach upset, so maybe just stay away from really acidic foods. Oh, and I want to make sure she's eating at least three kinds of fruits every day. She really likes the-"

"Savannah," he says, putting his hand on my arm, "I know. I'm not new to this, I can handle it."

"Right," I mutter, looking up at him. His smile fades as we stare at each other, and a rush of emotion flows through my body.

"Daddy!" Sophie exclaims, dragging her teddy bear behind her and startling Harry and I out of our gaze. She raises her arms for him to hold her again, his eyes alight with affection as he scoops her up. He coddles her.

"Ready?" he asks. She nods profusely and he laughs a little. "Say bye to mum."

She looks at me, arms eagerly outstretched, not out of a need for me, but to get the exchange done so she can go with her father. I take her and give her a tight hug, shaking her little body a few times to produce her adorable giggle.

"Be good." I kiss her cheek a few times and she giggles again, pushing my face away. "Listen to Daddy, okay? I'll see you on Sunday."

"Wuv you mummy," she says. She gives me a kiss and turns back to Harry, who takes her from my arms.

Harry takes one bag in his free hand and I grab the diaper bag for him. He's told me a million times that he has all this stuff at his place, but he's given up on trying to make me stop giving it to him. It's comforting to me for some reason and he knows that.

"Have fun you two." I open the door and Harry takes the other bag. "Do you want help getting her down to your car?"

"I can manage," he says. He smiles. "I'll see you Sunday?"

"Sunday," I agree, nodding my head. "Bye, Sophie. I love you, sweetie."

"Bye mummy!" she yells.

Harry and I both laugh, me shaking my head as they head down the hall. I watch them walk towards the elevator, Sophie's young voice heard until they disappear. She talks endlessly, it's hilarious. Tiring sometimes, but it's good entertainment.

An empty apartment waits for me when I shut the door again. It is nice to be able to spend some time working, but the three days I don't have my daughter with me here make me feel so lonely. I never pictured myself having kids before, but now that I have Sophie I'm not sure how that was even possible. She's my entire world.

After I graduated everything was perfect. Harry and I spent the summer together in California, then moved together here to New York so I could start school. Harry tried to get a few teaching jobs, but somehow his past always came up and he never got hired. He eventually gave up and worked odd jobs, switching every few months. Then after almost a year he started working at a gym as a personal trainer and boxing coach. He loves his job, though I know he misses teaching in a classroom.

After I had finished my first year at Columbia I found out I was pregnant. I was terrified, but Harry was more excited than I can even explain.

Flashback

"Shit," I mutter, sitting against the wall in the bathroom after throwing up for the third time that day. There's no question; I know I'm pregnant. The only issue is telling Harry. I'm not ready for this to be real, because I know he'll be excited.

"Babe?" Harry calls, walking into our apartment.

I quickly clean myself up and walk out of the bathroom as he's stripping off his sweaty t-shirt. He kisses my cheek as he passes me to enter the bedroom. I follow, admiring the way the muscles in his back move when he walks.

"How was your day?" I ask, sitting on the bed while he strips down out of his clothes from the gym. He slides on fresh shorts.

"Good," he says. "It was busy. I got a new boxing client. And they want me to start teaching a self-defense class for women."

"That's exciting."

"Yeah. What did you do?"

He walks over to the bed and flops onto his back, eyes closed with one hand resting on my lower back. My lip pinches between my teeth as I lay on my side, propped up on one elbow so I can still see his face. He looks so tired.

"You still there?" he asks, smirking without opening his eyes. I just laugh. "Something on your mind, love?"

He opens his eyes and I shrug my shoulders, picking nervously at my fingernails. He sighs and mimics my position, laying beside me propped up on his elbow.

"Savannah," he says lowly. I sigh and finally meet his green eyes with mine.

"I have to tell you something," I whisper. He nods. "I sort of...umm..."

He waits patiently while I go through a million ways to tell him what's going on with me. Barely nineteen, pregnancy is a terrifying thing for me. Harry adores children, he's always wanted them so I know he's not going to be upset. I just hope I don't get upset.

"Baby, you-"

"I'm pregnant," I blurt. My eyes go wide, his mouth drops open. I didn't meant to say it like that. I guess it's better to get it out there, right?

"What?" he breathes. I nod and he sits up, running his hands through his hair. "Are you sure? You took a test?"

"Yeah." I sit up as well, one leg tucked under me so I'm facing him. I expect to see him look surprised or scared or upset, but I find the opposite. When he looks at me there's a smile on his face.

"Holy shit," he laughs. "We're going to have a baby?"

"Looks like it," I confirm. I squeal when he suddenly tackles me, pulling me onto the bed and laying on top of me. He kisses me firmly, so much emotion behind it that I can hardly breathe.

"I love you," he mumbles against my lips.

"I'm scared," I admit quietly.

"I know, but this is a good thing. But we're going to be fine."

End of Flashback.

But we weren't. We weren't fine. The more pregnant I got the more fighting we did. Where to live, what I should eat, whether or not I should stay in school, how involved my parents should be. Everything we had to decide together we fought about. It was the first time in our relationship that we actually couldn't get along. For the sake of my pregnancy I forced myself to let go of the annoyance and frustration that resulted, but as soon as I had the baby all hell broke loose.

I refused to give up my education and Harry thought that was unbelievably selfish of me, even though we could survive with neither of us working as a result of my trust fund. If he wanted someone home with the baby I told him he should feel completely free to do that. Harry refused to live off that money, though, saying he didn't want to feel like he needed someone else to provide for his family.

Eventually we just couldn't do it anymore. The stress of our relationship combined with that of being new parents overwhelmed both of us, and before Sophie was one year old I moved out of the apartment that we once shared. Now she's almost three; it's been two years since Harry and I were a couple.

It would be a lie to say I don't miss him sometimes. Most of the time, actually. When I think about the majority of our relationship I only remember happy things. Even when I was pregnant and we were fighting, I don't remember any of that. I remember how much he coddled and cared for me better than could be expected for two people that didn't really get along with each other. He did the midnight runs for ice cream, rubbed my feet when they doubled in size, constantly nurtured me when I was vomiting, which lasted for seven months of my pregnancy. I was probably miserable to be around, but he was so good to me.

I never imagined Harry and I getting to this point. By now we're friends, able to be kind to each other and friendly for the sake of the child we share. There's still something there, though; I think both of us still have some raw emotions, even after all this time. We snap a little easier at each other and constantly have to have discussions about how to make sure Sophie grows up as normals as we can manage since we aren't together. She doesn't think it's strange now, but when she starts school and her friends all have parents that live together I know she'll be confused. I

A tiny part of my wishes and hopes and longs for a time that Harry and I can get past all of this, to a place where we can be happy again. A place where we can be as happy as we used to be and we can be a family. It's so hard to lose something you thought could never be lost.

But that's just a dream.

Notes

so i know im using a name i used in fix me :P but i like it so i dont really care.
so i think this story is going to have a lot of flashbacks, especially at the beginning. italicized sections are flashbacks.

yaaay :) so happy with all the responses guys!!! keep it up :D