"Why do we keep getting on planes with young children?" Harry asks, setting Miles's carrier down on the ground in the airport. "I'm exhausted and so are they."

"We're almost there," I laugh. He stretches out his back and Sophie tugs on my had again for me to hold her. "Just a few more minutes, Soph, okay?"

She wimpers something while we make our way through the airport. Mason and Kylie decided to have a spring wedding instead of fall, so we made the impromptu trip here with our little family all together. We planned on coming without the kids for the wedding, but when I suggested leaving them with Anne I think Harry almost tore my head off. Apparently then we'd be leaving our children with a murderer.

Harry won't let it go. He's still convinced Anne had a hand in what happened to his father and until she's wiling to own up to it he's refusing to speak to her. Anne's so upset about it and Gemma's mad at Harry for that reason. Everything's a mess. So, we had no choice but to travel with all four of us.

As promised, there's a car waiting for us outside the airport. My Dad was ecstatic that we were coming, but instead of staying at his house we're staying at Mom's, which is also my childhood home in San Francisco. Dad got the beach house, Mom got the other house in the divorce. I'm sure he'll be visiting us, but I felt much more comfortable staying with my mother.

It's strange to be back here. Harry and I never came back to California after we left, not even for holidays. I guess I figured we would't exactly be welcomed back with open arms. I received an invitation to my class's five year reunion in the fall, but I was sure we wouldn't be welcomed as a couple.

Sophie and Miloh were both asleep in minutes while we made our way from the airport to the house. It feels so strange to be back here, to be in the place where I was so miserable. But it was also oddly excited to be back in the place where I'd met the man I'm going to marry.

When we pulled up to the house it was starting to get dark. Flying for eight hours had exhausted all four of us, and with a busy weekend ahead all I wanted to do was sleep. My mother opened the front door before we were even on the step, a giant smile on her face.

"You made it!" she says, walking up to hug me. She kisses Harry's cheek and waves us inside. "The rooms are all ready. The guest room has a bed and a crib in it for the kids and I figured you can sleep in your old room."

"Thanks, Mom."

"Are you hungry? I have leftovers from Franco's dinner."

"I'll put Miloh upstairs first," I said. Harry had Sophie in his arms, awake but grumpy as ever. "She should probably eat something."

"I'll heat it up," Mom says happily. Harry closes the door and I pause to look around the place I'd grown up in.

"It's so weird being here," Harry murmurs.

"I know," I agree with a sigh. He plants a kiss on my forehead and I begin taking Miloh's carrier up the stairs. "I'll meet you in there."

As promised, the guest bedroom had been transformed into a kids' room, complete with a crib for Miloh and a bed for Sophie. I wasn't sure if they'd be able to share a room, but we'd have to see. He fusses a little as I transfer him to the crib, but it only took a few seconds for him to fall back asleep. As I gently pull the door shut I notice my old room's door wide open and instead of going downstairs I take a step inside, sitting on the bed and gazing around. I loved this room; it was my safe place. It felt like living in it was another lifetime.

When I get downstairs Harry's sitting at the island with Sophie in his lap, trying to coax her into eating something. Mom is sitting next to him, smiling widely at Sophie in all of her cuteness.

"Smells good," I say, picking at the plate in front of Harry. I can see how exhausted he is quite plainly. "Do you want me to take her?"

"No," Sophie wimpers, clinging to his shirt. Harry smiles and kisses the top of her head.

"A few bites, Soph," he says quietly. She reluctantly nibbles on the small piece of chicken on the fork.

"So, how's living in England?" Mom asks. "How's the new house?"

"The house is amazing. Harry did good on that one." He smiles at me. "It's been good, though. Sophie loves having a yard instead of a balcony."

"You didn't have to go across the ocean to find a backyard."

"Mom."

"Sorry." She holds up her hands in surrender. "I won't say anything else."

"Okay," Harry says, standing up. "She's going to bed now."

Mom and I catch up on our lives while Harry is upstairs. When he comes back down he stands behind me, gently massaging my shoulders. After a while I feel my eyelids start to droop and we're dismissed for the evening to try and get some sleep, even though for us it was almost time to wake up. Jet lag is a bitch.

"They're dead to the world," Harry tells me, referring to our children. He shuts the door to the bathroom and turns on my giant tub that I used to spend hours in.

"Are you taking a bath?"

"No." I watch him step up behind me in the mirror, his fingers gently gathering the hair from my shoulder so he can kiss my neck. "We're taking a bath."

"Umm..." My train of thought fades away as his lips press to my skin time after time. Something about this being weird...but what the hell. I spin around and reach for the bottom of my top to pull it over my head. Harry grins and moulds his lips to mine, his hands reaching around my back for my bra clasp. As I let it fall to the floor he pulls his own shirt over his head.

"You know we're not having sex, right?"

"I kn- wait, what?" He wraps his arms tight around my waist and I laugh quietly, playing with the curls at the top of his neck. "Why?"

"My mother is awake. She'll hear us."

"You don't know that."

"Harry," I whine, "I'm tired."

"The truth comes out." He kisses me and bumps his nose against mine. "Fine. But we're still going in the bath."

"You're hoping to change my mind."

"You really do know everything," he murmurs. He pulls off his jeans while I step out of the maxi-skirt I'd traveled in. When I step into the tub it's almost too hot for my skin, but after a few seconds it feels really nice. Harry turned the jets on and I settle in between his legs, leaning back against his chest.

"People from the school are going to be at the wedding."

"Really?"

I nod and link my fingers through his under the water. "My Dad is still on the board and those are the people he hangs out with."

"That's sad," he says, laughing softly.

"It's going to be weird."

"Why? We're engaged, we have two kids. No one can say anything about us."

"They still will." I turn around so I can face him. "And I didn't tell you this, but I got an invitation for my class reunion in the fall."

"Are you going?" he asks, pulling me closer again. He gives me no choice but to lay on his chest again.

"I think the question is are we going. I don't want to go alone."

"Baby, there's no way they're letting me in a school function. I would go with you but I don't think it's a good idea. Plus, then I could just stay home with Soph and Miloh."

"If you're not going I'm not either. If you're not with me everyone's going to assume we aren't together and that I'm just the slut from senior year that screwed a teacher," I explain. He laughs and lets his hands wander over my skin.

"You did do that, though."

"Are you complaining?"

"Will that get me closer or further away from getting screwed tonight?" he asks, smirking that stupidly cute smirk.

"You're annoying," I shoot back. He laughs again. "You know, I was actually thinking about the whole baby thing."

"What baby thing?"

"Having another one. I think maybe it's a good idea."

He grins. "Really?"

"No," I laugh. Harry's eyes go wide and then he shakes his head at me.

"That was mean. Probably the meanest thing you've ever done."

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"Everyone is staring at me," I murmur to Kylie as I glance around the room. She sends glares to the older couple that was anything but subtle about it.

"Who cares? You're getting married and Harry is hot. They're just jealous."

"I've told you, like, seven million times that it really creeps me out when you talk about how attractive my boyfriend is."

"Fiance."

"That's the part you're addressing?"

Kylie laughs and my brother appears behind her, his arms winding around her waist. I'm not sure where Harry's gone off to at the moment, but wherever he is he's probably fine. Most likely. Actually, he told me not to leave him tonight but whatever. The rehearsal dinner turned into more of a party than a rehearsal; we went to the site for that and then came to the hall where there were around one hundred people waiting for us, which I wasn't exactly prepared for.

"Harry's looking for you," Mason tells me. "And so are the Latham's."

"They are? Why?"

"Because they're Mom and Dad's friends and they haven't seen you since we were in high school."

"You're lucky I love you." I look the side where Harry's voice came from, his slightly frazzled features still beautiful to me. "Because if I didn't you'd be in serious trouble."

"Oh boy," I laugh. He kisses my cheek and rests his hand against my back.

"You promised you wouldn't abandon me. Some old lady just pinched my bum," he says. I notice how messy his hair has become, a result of his fingers constantly gliding through it.

"Oh yeah, that's our Aunt Susan," Mason says, laughing. "She's handsy."

"I'd say."

"Savannah, there you are!"

I cringe at Mrs. Latham's voice and Harry peers around me to see who it is. As hard as the school tried to keep our little scandal a secret, a lot of people still found out. That's the way it works here, I guess. Mason and Kylie slip away to speak to their other guests and I plaster on the best smile I can muster as I turn around.

"So good to see you," she says, hugging me. I shake his hand and they both glance at Harry. "And who's this?"

They know exactly who he is. "This is my fiance, Harry. Harry, this is Sandra and Dan Latham."

"Hi," Harry says, always polite as he shakes their hands. "Nice to meet you."

"No little one tonight?" Mrs. Latham asks.

"No, they're at home."

"They?"

"Yeah, I just had another baby in February," I explain. They both smile but I can see judgement in their eyes. Obviously my father didn't tell them that.

"You're getting married?" Mr. Latham asks, eyeing Harry. "Your father didn't mention that."

"That's strange," Harry says. I give him a sharp look to prevent further sarcasm. He knows it's not strange.

"Not really," Mr. Latham says quietly. Harry's small smirk fades, replaced with traces of irritation. He's not usually the sensitive one about this stuff, but after a few hours we're both tired of it.

"Something you'd like to say?" Harry asks.

"Harry," I plead. He moves his hand around on my back but doesn't take his gaze from the man in front of him.

"You've got a lot of nerve showing up here together. It's a disgrace for the school and for both of you. If I was Savannah's father I would have charged you with statu-"

"I'd be careful with what you say next," Harry says, taking an intimidating step closer to him.

"You're the one who needs to be reminded to be careful," Mr. Latham says. "Your relationship with a student and your two children are evidence of that."

My mouth drops open and before I can react Harry has already connected his fist with Mr. Latham's face. The room goes quiet and Mr. Latham dabs his fingers against his now bleeding lip. Harry's fists are still clenched, his chest heaving with his breaths.

"What the hell happened?" Mason asks, running over to us. He looks at me and his anger fades a little when he sees the tears in my eyes. "Sav, maybe you guys should go."

"Yeah, we should," Harry agrees. "Sorry, Mason."

"I'm sorry," I tell him. Harry takes my hand and we ignore everyone's stares while we slip out the back and make our way to the doors. I don't bother scolding Harry for his behaviour because I know he knows it was inappropriate. If he hadn't hit him I probably would have. When we get outside he starts pulling me towards our car.

"Savannah?"

We both freeze and Harry turns to look at the person that said my name. But I don't have to look to know whose voice it is. He missed the rehearsal so we didn't have to seal with this then, but apparently not we're going to.

Notes

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