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Post by itsmomoagain on Mar 22, 2012 1:11:15 GMT -5
'I love you!' Trisha's voice rang loud in his ear.
Harrison grinned and wrapped his arms around her swollen belly, although it wasn't too large, it was noticeable. 'I love you too, and this little creature inside you.' Harrison dropped to his knees and pulled up her shirt, her tanned stomach exposed to him now. Gently, his fingertips traced around her stomach in small circles, looking up to his fiance.
'I pray it's a girl- a little Harrison would be too much.' Trisha brushed her fingers through Harrison's hair and she leaned down to kiss his head while her fiance massaged her sides.
They were in Harrison's home, at breakfast time, and the sun was shining strong through the windows of his home. Roses lined the window panes and as Harrison looked around the room, his heart kick started. 'A little girl?' He looked over to Trisha as she turned and was making the omelets. 'She'd be beautiful, just like you.'
Trisha turned to look over her shoulders and Harrison wrapped his arms around her upper chest, kissing her cheeks gently, his hands lowering to massage her sides. She dropped her spatula and turned around in Harrison's arms, meeting his lips with her own.
But as they kissed, Harrison's home blacked out and he was in his bed, tossing and turning. He awoke in a sweat, his chest heaving. He turned to look for Trisha and lay a hand on her stomach, but there was nothing to be found. Harrison swung his legs over the bed and walked over to the closet, flipping the light- nothing. Tears swelled up in his eyes and he ran to every room of the house looking for her or their things. No pictures of them left, no memories. Harrison dropped to his knees by the window and his hands clutched the few roses that were there, bringing them to his face, his tears streaming down his cheeks.
'Trisha!' He called out, but nobody was there. It was complete and utter silence. It had been the fourth day since she had left, but every morning he lived the same start over and over again. 'You left me...'
Harrison awoke from his nightmare with a gasp, his body shaking. "Trisha!" He yelped, clutching his chest tightly, looking around in a panic. Where was he? He wasn't home. Harrison turned to his side to see a figure beside him. Trisha! He looked closer and it was a head of brown hair- not Trisha's blonde- and his sobs grew dangerously loud. He curled his hands into his hair and pulled his knees to his chest, his eyes shutting with a force, tears streaming down his face. "You left me.." He repeated with a mirrored sadness from his breakdown in his nightmare.
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Post by tog on Mar 22, 2012 2:12:32 GMT -5
Sounds of laughter and little footsteps. Bay Forrest opened her eyes in confusion. Blue. Purple. She looked around and found herself in a nursery. She was sitting cross legged on the floor. Slowly, Bay went to stand, but found it too difficult. She looked down- her eyes widened at her very swollen belly. With a light gasp, she laid a hand on the side. The baby reacted immediately, pushing a foot out. Tears streamed down the girls face.
Laughter grew louder and Bay, again, took in her surroundings with more detail. Yes, it was a blue and purple nursery. It was full of Muggle and Magical toys, and there were two cribs with canopy's hanging over then from the ceiling. Screaming laughter filled her senses and two small bodies made impact.
"Mummy!" They both cried and wrapped their small arms around her neck. With a natural instinct her arms wrapped around the two children and she pulled then close in a hug, years falling freely.
"Mummy?" Bay looked up into the soft green eyes of the little boy. "Why sad?" His little fingers brushed away her tears and Bay caught his hand in hers, kissing the palm before turning to the little girl. Bay was startled at the girls resemblance to her. Her arms stretched out and she pulled the girl to her chest, stifling a sob. She looked back at the boy and pulled him close. They were quite, and held her close, recognizing her mood as one of obvious upset.
"Mummy?" The girl questioned again. Bay let them pull back and wiped under her eyes.
"Yes baby?" She ran the backs of her fingers down both children's cheeks.
"Why sad?" The boy asked again. Bay shook her head, knowing full well that her Sight had something to do with this. Obviously it was showing her what should have been.
"I'm just so happy to see you two. I've missed you." She pulled them both in for a kiss on the cheek, knowing full well that once she woke up she would never see them again. The two children laughed and pulled away. Bay watched in silence, tears wetting her cheeks as the two ran around the room playing. They stopped suddenly and looked at the door that was behind her.
"Daddy!" They cried. Bay watched the two run head for the door that was behind her. The little boy got close and Bay naturally swung her arm out to catch him, bringing him to her lap to tickle- well, around her baby belly that was. The little boy squealed with laughter, his bright blue eyes twinkled up at her, and everything began to fade. She cried out for her twin babies, and was horrified when her stomach shrunk and she was pulled away from the seen, never getting her last chance to see Preston.
The dream shifted and morphed.
Bay stood in the corner of a room. A man ran about frantically calling out a name that was muffled and unrecognizable in her head. The man turned and she gasped as she saw Harrison drop to his knees and cry out. Immediately Bay's legs were moving and she was all but running to her friend.
Darkness. Bay's eyes fluttered open, but she sat up when she heard the man behind her call out. Her vision was blurred like that of her dream vision, but as Harrison grew frantic and more upset, the more she pushed to return to reality. She turned and saw him pulled up in on himself, crying unmercifully, and his eyes squeezed shut tight. Her heart borked and she scooted closer to him in the bed, pulling his head into her lap, making soft shushing sounds and running her hand through his hair. "Harrison, it was just a dream, it wasn't real." She continued to try and soothe him. One hand never left his head and hair, and the other wiped the tears as they fell, and rubbed up and down his shoulder. He seemed so terrified and fragile. "Harrison please." She whispered, bent down low to his ear, letting his head nuzzle into her stomach if he so chose.
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Post by itsmomoagain on Mar 22, 2012 2:35:35 GMT -5
Harrison's side lurched with pain as his body shook violently. He looked like he was having a seizure but it was just a mild panic attack. His breaths hitched every time he sucked air in, and in his feeble attempts to calm down, he began choking or coughing. The young man was petrified and his tears overcame his eyes, raining down helplessly on his cheeks. The tremors came strong and fast, and his body wasn't necessarily ready for them. But someone else was. A lift in the bed moved under him but he couldn't pull himself away to look at the smaller frame now sitting and scooting closer to him.
Two gentle hands wrapped around Harrison's sides and he shuddered uncontrollably at the touch. Realizing it was Bay, he kept his sobs up and constant, the whimpers of pain leaving his mouth at almost inaudible blurts of speech. Sooner than he expected, he was being pulled into her lap, his muscles spazzing within himself. With a few deep breaths, he wrapped his arm around one of hers that were rubbing his shoulders and hair.
"Harrison, it was just a dream, it wasn't real."
His eyes opened a bit to a foggy vision. The room was just a bit lighter than when he had woke up, so some time had passed in her attempts to calm him down. It was probably the wee hours of the morning, and he couldn't believe he had startled himself to death with that nightmare. He hadn't had that dream since a few months ago but everything was coming back tenfold, the feelings in his chest as he kissed Trisha, the sound of her voice as she assured him that she wanted a baby girl. But now Bay's voice rung in his ear and he shuddered again. It was eerily just like Trisha's in his dream. Although, he couldn't tell who's voice it really was. It had been years since Trisha- he could barely remember her little laughs when he spilled his coffee on his pants or tripped climbing into bed. Maybe it wasn't Trisha's voice in the dream at all- maybe it was Bay's he was hearing.
"Harrison please." She whispered, bent down low to his ear.
Harrison opened his mouth to speak but nothing came out. He turned around to face her stomach, his hand absentmindedly lifting to rub at her flat stomach. All before thought of who this person was left him. He furrowed his brow in confusion and then it hit him- she was not pregnant, she was not Trisha. His tears streamed harder down his face and his hands wrapped around her stomach, pulling close into her, his legs curling up under him. "She left me." He sobbed into her shirt, his tears leaving to deep wet stains on her shirt as he pulled back and whimpered, needing a breath. "She left me- she's gone." He coughed out, his chest heaving once again.
Harrison lifted his head up and nuzzled his cheek into her upper stomach. There was no swollen belly. 'Harrison, this is not Trisha! This is Bay. That isn't the stomach that holds your baby- Trisha is long gone!' His eyes shut again and he let go of Bay, his hands moving to his face as he whimpered into his palms. "There's no baby." He almost gagged from crying too hard. "She left me." He repeated again. Harrison pulled himself up to sit, his usually blue-grey eyes a deep green now. He looked up from his knees and found Bay watching him, just as confused as he was. He shook with another cry and closed his eyes. "I'm sorry."
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Post by tog on Mar 22, 2012 3:54:11 GMT -5
Bay continued to try and stir Harrison. It was at least and hour and the light outside had only lightened a shade. It was no later then four in the morning. Bay was crying now. She had never seen Harrison so broken. She wiped at her own years as flashes of her own nightmare mixed in with what had to have been Harrison's flashed through her head.
"Harrison, baby, please take deep breaths. For me- it's Bay." She ran her hands through his hair, wiping his cheeks and caressing his face with the back of her hand. He was so limp and- and broken. Pulling him up to her was almost too easy. With a few shuddering breaths, Bay was glad to see a response. Harrison had wrapped himself up around her arm, and she continued to run a hand over him comfortably. She wasn't sure if it would work, but Bay began to sing a Muggle lullaby.
"Hush little baby don't say a word, mummy's gonna buy you a..." She let her soft voice drag out while he cried. She watched Harrison open his mouth to speak and she trailed the back of her hand down his cheek soothingly, letting her thumbs flitter over his eyelids.
Bay's heart flipped sadly as Harrison turned around and lifted a hand to her stomach. She wanted to be angry, to be sad. It was like he knew her nightmare and was taunting him with her. A reminder of what could have been- of what never would be. His hand rubbed into her belly and more tears fell at her own thoughts, but she shoved those thoughts away. Harrison was obviously distressed. Whatever her problems were, they would be dealt with later. She watched his face morph from confusion at her belly's status, to one of extreme sadness. Pain washed over her. Even he was disappointed at her lack of swollen belly. The children's faces flashed through her midis and she shook her head.
Harrison's arms wrapped around her belly and she was pulled closed to him. She wrapped her arms around his Bach, shushing him and humming the previous song. She let her fingertips dance along his back in smooth relaxing strokes.
"She left me." Harrison sobbed into her shirt, but she could careless. In fact, it was actually one of his shirts. She had failed to do laundry, and so her only option was a long tshirt of his. Not even shorts. At his words, Bay's eyes softened. Trisha. That bitch. Bay always hated her. She stayed civil and kind around the woman, but she hated the blonde. Preston never understood why, but Bay could see right through the girls game. Bay had her reasons- and despite what that little voice in the back of her head told her, she had not been jealous. The woman simply hadn't deserved Harrison, and when she walked out, Bay pace her house for days, fuming in anger. Her magic let loose and she had blown every vase and window in the house...on numerous occasion. One in which Harrison had actually been there for- and the worst one. Bay had vowed that if she had ever come across the girl, she would put a spell in her so hard her family line would disintegrate.
"She left me- she's gone." He coughed out, his chest heaving once again. Bay looked down at her best friend sadly, laying a hand on his chest where his heart was.
"She didn't deserve you." Bay whispered. "You deserved- you deserve better. She was awful for walking out on you that night. It was weak and courage less of her. It was pathetic. You are a sweet and kind man. You deserve someone who can make you happy. Someone who will laugh and smile with you, who will be there when you need them, to comfort and hold you. Someone who will go sightseeing with you and do all the stupid things you want to do." Her thoughts drifted to Preston, bit she shook her head, turning her attention to Harrison. She continued to soothe him.
Bay found Harrison's fascination with her belly curious, resting her hand over his when it came to rest on her stomach. Surely there was something she was missing. Surely Harrison didn't realize who he was touching.
Suddenly she was released, and her arms felt cold and empty. She wanted to pull Harrison back up to her, but he held his face in his hands, so her hand went back to card through his hair softly.
"There's no baby." He almost gagged from crying too hard. Bay didn't understand, and her hear ripped into all pieces. She pulled her hands into her lap.
"I know. There never was, remember? I told you this." She lowered her eyes, not understanding why he would bring that up.
"She left me." He repeated again. Harrison pulled himself up to sit, his usually blue-grey eyes a deep green now. Bay's eyes widened. Was this still about Trisha? Her hands balked into fists against the blanket. She took a few angry and shaky breaths.
"Harrison Steel, was that woman," she said in disgust, "pregnant when she left?" Bay took deep breast to stem the anger.
Harrison looked up from his knees and found Bay watching him. He shook with another cry and closed his eyes. "I'm sorry."
Every source of glass in the apartment, including the windows, shattered as a burst of accidental magic exploded from Bay (luckily Darcy was a deep sleeper). She had her eyes closed and her hands in fist. She wanted to fly from the bed, but that would to no good.
"Fucking bitch." She said darkly, pulling Harrison to her closer and tighter then before. She cradled him close to her chest, rocking him unabashedly. She cried with Harrison. Cried for him, cried for his unborn child, and cried for her own children that never were.
"Don't ever be sorry for what she did, and don't you ever blame yourself. You- you are perfect." Bay choked back a sob.
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Post by itsmomoagain on Mar 22, 2012 13:02:39 GMT -5
Harrison's mind blanked out, and he was left with a darkness. Alone, sitting there, until a bright light emerged from the shadows. But it quickly faded and he was left in the darkness. Slowly, though, a face emerged. Trisha's face. Harrison leaned forwards and stroked her hair back, his wet eyes bloodshot and emerald in color. "Trisha.." he breathed heavily. What Harrison didn't know was that he was actually talking to Bay- every movement he made towards 'Trisha', it was really for Bay.
"Hush little baby don't say a word, mummy's gonna buy you a..."
Harrison's eyes widened. "A mockingbird..." his hand lifted to her stomach and he furrowed his brow in confusion again. "I used to sing that to our baby when you were having a bad day and the baby was restless." His smile formed bitterly. "Her little feet would stop kicking and she'd calm down." His hand lifted to her cheek and he caressed her ever so lightly, tears streaming down his face. "Where have you been?" He muttered with a pain shattered voice.
"She didn't deserve you." Bay whispered. "You deserved- you deserve better. She was awful for walking out on you that night. It was weak and courage less of her. It was pathetic."
He shook his head out strongly in a refusal. "Baby, please, don't say that." His hand pulled into his own lap and he sighed audibly. "You're back here and that is all that matters." As he thought about her words, his eyes became more damp and tears began escaping fluidly. "I don't care that you walked away... please, just stay. You're going to be happy here. You aren't pathetic- please." He was almost hoarse and his face morphed into something of extreme exhaustion.
"You are a sweet and kind man. You deserve someone who can make you happy. Someone who will laugh and smile with you, who will be there when you need them, to comfort and hold you."
His smile appeared again for a moment and he wiped his tears. "Thank you baby. But you make me happy. I thought I made you happy, too. So why did you leave? I woke up so worried, so broken- but now you're back and-" he paused and ran his hand down to her stomach, shaking his head. "What happened to the baby? Where's our baby girl? Have you already had her?" He was brimming with sadness and his body began shaking. "Did you give her away? That was my baby! That was our child, what happened?!"
"I know. There never was, remember? I told you this."
He cried harder than he had before, his sobs breaking the silence with a pitiful explosion. "You are lying! I stroked your belly and sang to her! She was my little girl. We were going to be happy." He curled up tight and looked away from 'Trisha', his hand tangling in his curls. "Now she's gone. And you left me too. I won't ever get to see her." He panted through hasty breaths, his eyes clamping shut in a weak sobbing. "I had a life planned out and you left me. You ruined it."
Suddenly his mind flashed again and he sat up straight, his eyes flashing around the room in a panic. You could say that he was back to normal, his bright blue eyes slowly taking their place in his sockets. "Bay," he breathed, feeling his cheeks like he had a temperature, "Bay, what's wrong? You look like you've been crying." His hands wrapped around her waist and he rubbed her sides comfortingly, worry apparent.
"Harrison Steel, was that woman," she said in disgust, "pregnant when she left?" Bay took deep breast to stem the anger. Harrison looked around confusedly. He was in Bay's apartment.
Had he been talking in his sleep?
He groaned, feeling his breath hitch in his chest. "Trisha," he breathed, "Trisha was three months pregnant when she left.." His eyes closed as tears began to stream down his cheeks again, the sobs breaking through not-so-loud this time. "Trisha left with my child. I loved her."
Every source of glass in the apartment, including the windows, shattered as a burst of accidental magic exploded from Bay. Harrison's body shook hard and he burrowed his face into his hands. He was scared, broken, hurt, shattered- his life was breaking apart before his eyes just like it did years ago. "Fucking bitch."
Harrison was tugged into Bay's rocking arms and cradled against her. His body ached and broke- over and over. "Bay, I was on leave and I met her. Two years. We were going to get married, we were going to have babies- she was happy." His eyes opened and he looked up frantically into her comforting eyes. "She was carrying my child- my little girl. I loved her, I loved my baby. I thought I was doing so good. And I woke up panicked, looking for her, and she wasn't there." He closed his eyes again and began to relax in her arms, burrowing his face into her. "She was gone. She left me. She took every memory, every fabric of clothing." His hands were shaking as if he was trying to hold something. "She took my baby."
"Don't ever be sorry for what she did, and don't you ever blame yourself. You- you are perfect." Bay choked back a sob.
Harrison shook his head. "I'm not perfect. I let her leave. I could have done so much more for her- I could have made her happier-" he coughed out, his chest heaving violently, "I gave her my future, my DNA, I gave her a child, a little girl, and she left me."
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Post by tog on Mar 22, 2012 15:57:20 GMT -5
Harrison was leaning forward and stroking her hair. Bay froze. It felt so good, too good. Her eyes closed and she leaned into his hand. Why was he doing this to her? Making it so hard? Pushing her to betray her late husbands memory- Harrison's best friends memory. She opened her eyes to meet his newly changed emerald ones. They were wet, bloodshot and he looked exhausted. Bay ran the side of her hand down the side of his face.
"Harrison..." She trailed off in a light whisper.
"Trisha.." He breathed heavily. Bay's heart broke with something that was unfamiliar. Rejection. Bay had been with Preston since childhood. They were perfect together. Bay had never felt rejection like this- and it hurt.
It was then that she realized it. As he mistook her for Trisha- she realized what she had done for the past week since he moved in. She had used him as a link to Preston- she was looking for Preston within Harrison, and now she saw it. Harrison Steel was not Preston Forrest. He was his own person. His own unique person- who loved Trisha.
She watched his eyes go wide as she sang. "A mockingbird..." Bay's breath caught in her throat when, for a second time, Harrison went to her stomach. She cried.
"Harrison, stop." Her eyes closed and the tears streamed down her face. "You just remind me of what I can't have." She gently lifted his hand from her stomach, giving it a light squeeze.
"I used to sing that to our baby when you were having a bad day and the baby was restless. Her little feet would stop kicking and she'd calm down." Bay was sobbing lightly now. Harrison continued to mistake her for a woman that she hated. She was failing, again, at trying to do something. She was failing at comforting Harrison.
"Harrison, it's Bay, not Trisha. Trisha's gone. She's dead." She said bitterly. "Let her go." But Harrison just raised his hand to her cheek- caressing her. Bay turned her hand to steel a light kiss from his hand. "Don't cry," she whispered, pulling Harrison tighter, "it hurts me." Bay was at a loss for words. Nothing she said mattered. So she let him talk.
"Where have you been?" He muttered with a pain shattered voice. Bay hated hearing is voice sound so broken. She wanted him to be happy- no matter what or how, she wanted him to be happy. She- she wanted to be around him everyday...but- but Preston. Her eyes slammed shut. She couldn't. She had her chance, had her chance at a family- at love. And it had been taken from her. She was broken- broken and useless. Bay would be no good for anyone. No matter how much she loved Harrison. Because yes, she did love Harrison Steel. Over the past week, she had been looking for Preston in him, but while she was looking, she found so much more of Harrison. Things that made her laugh, made her smile. She openly remembered the times in the past week where she caught herself staring at him with a smile. All those little things she had done when Preston was alive, she was now doing to Harrison. Bay just hadn't admitted it to herself until now. She had told herself it was innocent, and because part of Preston was found in Harrison. But maybe that wasn't the case at all...she let a small cry put in pain.
"Baby, please, don't say that. You're back here and that is all that matters. I don't care that you walked away... please, just stay. You're going to be happy here. You aren't pathetic- please." Bay looked up into the darkness as the tears rolled from her skin to land on Harrison's face. She pulled her hands from him to cover her face. She was useless to help him. There was no way she could compete with the woman who was to give him a child. No way. She cried softly into her hands.
His smile appeared again for a moment and he wiped his tears. "Thank you baby. But you make me happy. I thought I made you happy, too. So why did you leave? I woke up so worried, so broken- but now you're back and-"
Bay shook her head. "No Harrison, I can't make you happy. I can't make you happy when I'm not happy myself. You deserve happiness, and I'm broken." She felt more anger rise at how this woman, Trisha, had broke Harrison. She did this to him. Bay wished Trisha was still alive- alive so that she could kill her.
Bay felt Harrison's warm hand through her shirt and she pulled her shirt up, letting his hand warm her skin. "Nothing there Harrison...I'm sorry." She closed her eyes. Silently cursing her body. Harrison was shaking her head.
"What happened to the baby? Where's our baby girl? Have you already had her?" Bay's body shook.
"I can't Harrison. This isn't Trisha. She's gone. This is Bay, and I've never been pregnant." She looked away, "Lord knows I wanted one- I want one. But I just don't see it in my future."
"Did you give her away? That was my baby! That was our child, what happened?!"
"Harrison please!" She cried. "Please! I'm not Trisha dammit! I'm Bay! Bay Ivanov!" Her mouth snapped shut. She had just used her surname. Her hands began to shake. She hadn't called herself that that since Hogwarts. And even then since sixth year. She was engaged by seventh year, and had began to refer to herself as Forrest. Now her surname slipped up when talking to Harrison, and waves of guilt washed over her in body racked with sobs while a lost, broken and confused Harrison continued to speak.
Harrison cried harder and his sobs broke the barrier and Bay silenced almost immediately. She pulled Harrison closer to not only comfort him, but to comfort herself as well.
"You are lying! I stroked your belly and sang to her! She was my little girl. We were going to be happy. Now she's gone. And you left me too. I won't ever get to see her. I had a life planned out and you left me. You ruined it." Harrison had turned away from her, pulling away from her lap. He wasn't getting it. He was pushing himself further into a non-reality. Quickly, and without thinking her actions through, she bent over Harrison and crashed her lips to his. It wasn't a long one, and it wasn't soft. It was anger mixed with a feeling of betrayal. She pulled away.
"I am not Trisha. This is Bay." She tore herself from the bed and stood facing the dresser, staring at the colored roses that Harrison had refreshed every other day since Preston's birthday. Her shoulders shook with silent sobs as she felt her life change. She opened her eyes and glanced at Harrison through the mirror. Bay's breath caught in her throat and her entire being froze when she watched his eyes shift from green to blue.
Blue. Those eyes. Her babies eyes. Finally getting the chance to close her eyes, she replayed her dream, taking everything in. She took in more details. She recalled the children, their green eyes. Their eyes lighting up at the figure she couldn't see behind her. Her sons blue eyes as she caught him in her arms.
Bay opened her eyes with a gasp. Harrison stood behind her. A metamorphmagus. Her child. Green to blue. Harrison. She was so confused. Maybe it wasn't what could have happened, but was what will be.
"Bay. Bay, what's wrong? You look like you've been crying." Harrison's hands wrapped around her waist and he rubbed her sides comfortingly. Her hands wrapped around the back of his wrists as she lay back against him, her head turning to rest her cheek against his shirt. Her eyes brimmed with tears and easily spilled over her eyelashes. She didn't know what to think, and would have to think more on it. She wanted nothing more then what she had right now- in this moment.
"But Preston..." She murmured with her eyes closed tight. It was so tempting. So tempting to give in to what he wanted. But how unfair would that be to Preston...or would he want this. Would he want her with Harrison? Or would he rather her with someone he never knew. Or would he want to her to live out her days alone of he couldn't have her. "I don't know..." She answered her own thoughts out loud.
"Trisha. Trisha was three months pregnant when she left.." She watched through the mirror as his eyes closed and tears took his body. She turned in his arms and wrapped her arms around his neck. Shushing him and running her hands through his hair.
"I'm so sorry. You deserved better then what she did. You do deserve better."
"Trisha left with my child. I loved her."
"I know you do." She whispered, shaking her head. Bay wasn't Trisha, and she never would be. She couldn't replace Trisha. She didn't understand her dream...vision...whatever the Hell it was. She cursed her Sight. Bay was so confused, and really didn't know what to do, or where to go from here.
"Bay, I was on leave and I met her. Two years. We were going to get married, we were going to have babies- she was happy. She was carrying my child- my little girl. I loved her, I loved my baby. I thought I was doing so good. And I woke up panicked, looking for her, and she wasn't there."
"You were doing good! You would be a great father! She didn't realize what she was leaving behind. Leaving behind a life of happiness. The best things she could and would ever get- she walked away from." She squeezed tighter and he buried his face into hers "She was gone. She left me. She took every memory, every fabric of clothing. She took my baby." Bay didn't know how to properly combat that. So she said the only thing she could.
"I know baby. I know."
Harrison shook his head. "I'm not perfect. I let her leave. I could have done so much more for her- I could have made her happier- I gave her my future, my DNA, I gave her a child, a little girl, and she left me."
Bays own body shook with her cries. "Don't Harrison! Please don't. You are perfect! You did everything you could for her- she was just ungrateful. There was nothing more you could have done. Love wasn't important to her." She rubbed his back and carded through his hair again, her dream flowed through her mind. "Your daughter- your children would have been beautiful." She whispered.
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Post by itsmomoagain on Mar 22, 2012 16:59:16 GMT -5
Harrison had come out of his catacomb of a dream and he was normal and functioning. His hands were around Bay and they were standing in front of her dresser looking at the roses. Harrison growled inside himself and blocked the roses from his mind. He loved Trisha- he used to love her, but Bay always had his heart from the beginning. Although, Trisha did have his child. But she left. There was nothing Harrison could do or say that would bring her back into his arms or in his life again. Their time was over and fate was planning something new for this young man.
"But Preston..." The aching feeling on his lips came back. Bay had kissed him. Harrison's eyes widened in thought and at her words, and anger boiled inside him for a moment. Harrison's own mind was brought out in her words. "I don't know..."
As she turned in his arms and wrapped her hands around his neck, he tightened his grip on her and let his tears fall. They were painful tears, his eyes were begging him to stop but he couldn't. "Bay, Preston is gone." He said softly. "He's been gone for three years and no matter what you do he won't be able to come back. I know it hurts but you'll have to move on." He didn't realize he was preaching to the choir. He needed to take his own advice. "Bay, I love you. If you would look in front of you, you would understand. I could make you happy," he breathed lightly near her ear, his arms rubbing soothingly down her shoulders and lower back. "I could give you a family and protect you just like he could." But he paused for a moment and pulled back to look into her eyes.
"But I will never be Preston." He reassured his thoughts. "I am not your late husband- I am Harrison." He ran his fingers through her hair and pressed his lips to her forehead, trailing them down to her lips, hesitating, then with a bittersweet passionate twist, he kissed her hard. He took a breath and pulled away, his tears streaming. "God know how much I love you- how much I missed you these past two years- It's me." He pressed on, his eyes aching to make her see who he really was. "I'm Harrison, not Preston." He squeezed her shoulders lightly and pulled back- he knew she'd be heartbroken or angry or something- she'd need her space.
"I loved Trisha, that is clear. But she is in the past. You've had my heart for as long as I can remember- Bay," he said, a passion welling up inside of him. He lifted his hands to her chin and pulled her face up to look at him. "I could give you children," he said boldly, confidence in his words and wrapped around his bright blue eyes, "Hell, I could give you 20! I just want you to move on and be happy... with me." His voice became soft and he looked down, not sure if he was embarrassed or hurt with himself after what he just said.
Bays own body shook with her cries. "Don't Harrison! Please don't. You are perfect! You did everything you could for her- she was just ungrateful. There was nothing more you could have done. Love wasn't important to her."
Harrison nodded at her words. "Love wasn't important to her." He echoed, a wave of regret washing on him suddenly, then away from him. He was fearful for so many things- so many words he left unsaid to not only Trisha, but Bay. He should have done so many things in his life, last week. There were perfect moments where he could have gotten everything off his chest, out of his head. Then he would have been okay for a while.
She rubbed his back and carded through his hair again. "Your daughter- your children would have been beautiful." She whispered. Harrison's heart broke with the possibilities of his future with his daughter- they were all ruined with Trisha's leaving. But maybe, just maybe, there was a backup plan that the Universe was whispering to him.
His hands wrapped around her again, and he pressed himself to her, burrowing his face into her hair. "I'll never know," he held back his cries and breathed deeply, "as much as I want to, I'll never know." The thought of children in his home, running around with their mother, tackling Harrison down to the ground and tickling him. It was all too much. Harrison reached into his mind and pulled out every memory he had with Trisha and began setting fire to them, making room for his future memories. Slowly, he forgot her smile, the way the sun lightened the room as she walked in as if she was in a spotlight-- it turned to memories of Bay where, when Harrison came with Preston on leave to visit her, he saw her walk in the room. Oh to hell with his heart at that moment, it fluttered so harshly that goosebumps ran up his shoulders and neck, a tingling sensation drawing him closer to her. Harrison smiled into Bay's hair as they both sobbed together.
For a moment, her last words played through his head. Bay had said children; plural. Harrison had only been expecting one daughter. His heart kick started and his breaths became quick and hard. "Bay," he whispered, pulling back to look into her eyes, "how do you know that my children would've been beautiful?" His brows furrowing in thought. "Did you see something?" Harrison knew she had the Sight, and his mind flooded with the possibilities. Had she seen inside his dream? Had she seen a vision with Harrison's own children? He didn't expect that in the least bit, but his heart burned for answers.
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Post by tog on Mar 22, 2012 18:17:33 GMT -5
Bay felt Harrison's grip tighten as words flooded from the depths of his soul.
"Bay, Preston is gone." He said softly and Bay's arms tightened. She knew that. She knew what he said was true. But each and every time she heard the words outloud, it was like rubbing salt into an opened and bloody wound. Already Bay wanted him to stop, but she knew he wouldn't- she didn't try. Because deep down, she wanted to hear what he had to say. Deep down, she always wanted to hear his voice, no matter what it was that was being said.
"He's been gone for three years and no matter what you do he won't be able to come back. I know it hurts but you'll have to move on."[/i]
"It's so hard." She cried, pulling his shirt into a fist as her grip tightened. "What if he wouldn't want me to move on? There are so many what if's.... And what if I choose wrong? I don't want to be a bad person." Her sobs grew quiet. "I just want to be happy." She pressed closer to Harrison, drawing comfort from their proximity- her body telling his what she was too scared to voice.
"Bay, I love you." The room was silent and Bay gave an audible gasp. Her head was shaking, but her heart- her soul was calling out to him. They battled her mind, which told her that Preston would hate her.
"If you would look in front of you, you would understand. I could make you happy," She listened to his voice near her ear while his hands comforted her.
"I know you could." She confessed quietly. If she could just sever that link with Preston. Her dead husband. Bay opened her eyes, and as she had her arms wrapped around the man she finally admitted to herself in loving, over his shoulder she saw the picture frame. Laying face down on the bed. And she continued to feel like she was betraying him. "I-" her breath caught, "I would feel like I was betraying his memory." She buried her head in his neck.
"I could give you a family and protect you just like he could." Bay's heart and soul screamed at her for acting on her thoughts and not her feelings. She wanted what he was offering so badly. He pulled away from her and she looked up at him through a blurry vision.
"But I will never be Preston. I am not your late husband- I am Harrison."
"I know that now." She whispered through her tears. "I'm sorry. For the past week, I've been looking in you for something I will never have again. But I promise you it won't happen again." She squeezed his upper arms where she was gripping. Her eyes closed as his fingers ran soothingly through her hair, causing her sensitive scalp to tingle. She felt that reassuring pressure on her forehead, like Harrison always did. Not Preston. It was always something Harrison did. One of the things about him she loved. Something he did that Preston hadn't. Her mind found a million and one things Harrison had done over the past week that Preston never did, and Bay truly realized and understood that Harrison was not Preston and he never would be. Bay began to search out all the things that made Harrison different, loving his differences so much more then the few things he did like- he did like him. His smooth lips fell from the skin of her forehead down past her nose and she was honestly surprised when his lips landed on hers hard. For a few moments, her body didn't react, and then she felt her eyes close and her arms wrapped around his neck and her mouth reacted to his. Pulling back and touching down onto his many times.
Harrison took a breath and pulled away, his tears streaming. "God know how much I love you- how much I missed you these past two years- It's me." Bay squeezed her eyes shut, finally realizing why she had been upset by his lack of presence. It wasn't because she needed his comfort, Bay needed him. She wanted him near her at all times.
"I'm Harrison, not Preston." He squeezed her shoulders lightly and pulled back. Bay slunk to the ground and pulled her bare knee's up to her chest, the end of his shirt having fallen into her lap, and she tugged at the ends while she cried softly.
"I know." Her hands went to her head and she tugged a little roughly at her hair. "I don't understand. It's so confusing. I don't know what he would think of this. I- I want to be happy...with you. But what if he wouldn't approve?" Her eyes closed and she pulled at her hair again.
"I loved Trisha, that is clear. But she is in the past. You've had my heart for as long as I can remember- Bay," Bay's head was shaking again. If she were completely honest with herself, Harrison had held hers about halfway through her marriage. When they would come home on leave, she would dress up not for Preston, but for Harrison, and she was disgusted with herself for it. She gasped and her hands dropped to her lap.
"It's my fault." She breathed hard, beginning to hyperventilate. "My thoughts, my feelings, they got him killed. The Universe punished me." Her chest caught and heaved. "It knew my thoughts- my dealing towards you- and it killed Preston." Her sobs grew as she couldn't breath and her vision hazed at the lack air while she tried desperately to slow her breathing.
Harrison lifted his hands to her chin and pulled her face up to look at him. "I could give you children," Bay's eyes softened and her hands lightly wrapped around his wrists, moving his hands to cup her face. Here was Harrison, the man she loved, offering her everything that Preston couldn't give her. Bay wanted this. She deserved happiness, didn't she? Who cared if Preston didn't approve. He was dead, 'Until Death Do You Part'...right? Besides, if he really loved her, he would want her to be happy...at least that's how she would feel if their roles were reversed.
"Hell, I could give you 20! I just want you to move on and be happy... with me." Her twins flashed through her mind, and the image of her swollen belly. Bay looked down, moving a hand up to her now painfully flat stomach.
"Three." She whispered. "You could give me at least three."
Harrison nodded at her words. "Love wasn't important to her." Bay hesitated.
"Love is important to me." She whispered in a sad voice, lifting her eyes slightly to make contact with his. As she sat there, Harrison reached over and his hands wrapped around her, her hands naturally meeting his neck, and he rubbed his face into her hair.
"I'll never know, as much as I want to, I'll never know." Bay cried for Harrison's unborn child. He was right, he would never know what his child with Trisha looked like. Bay pulled back in confusion when Harrison's breath picked up.
"Harrison?" She questioned softly, letting the pinky side of her hand trail down the skin in front of his ear.
"Bay, how do you know that my children would've been beautiful?" Bay smiled softly.
"Because you are beautiful." She brushed her lips to his softly, deciding that what ever this was, she would give it a chance. She would push to move away from Preston- and towards Harrison. Her heart and soul won, this is what Bay Ivanov wanted. And she wouldn't let the memories of her late husband stop her from living her life.
His brows furrowing in thought. "Did you see something?" Bay bit her lip and nodded hesitantly. She gazed into his eyes and have a soft smile.
"Beautiful. They were beautiful. Well," she corrected, "I only got to see the twins. Their eyes...they changed" Tears of happiness fell freely, and she didn't go to wipe them away. "I thought it was my Sight showing me what could have been, taunting me and then-" she stopped, not ready to admit that she had seen his dream, "and then I saw your eyes, and I realized that they were the same color, as yours, and had shifted. Neither myself or him was a Meta." She ended in a soft whisper. Watching him hesitantly for a reaction.
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Post by itsmomoagain on Mar 22, 2012 20:42:33 GMT -5
"It's so hard." She cried, pulling his shirt into a fist as her grip tightened. Harrison moved his hands slowly down her back, reassuring her of his presence and comforting her. "What if he wouldn't want me to move on? There are so many what if's.... And what if I choose wrong? I don't want to be a bad person." Her sobs grew quiet and Harrison's seemed to grow louder. "I just want to be happy." She pressed closer to Harrison. His body ached for her, to carry her to the bed, to show her how much he loved her within these four or more years they've been in contact. He wanted to kiss her like he had dreamed of for nights and nights on end while he was alone on board the ship. And so, after battling his mind, he decided to. Harrison wrapped his arms around her in a bridal carry and swpt her gently up in his arms, taking her to the bed, and laying her down. Once he got her settled, he wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her close to him, comforting her like the night of her late husband's birthday. His lips burrowed into her head and he sighed, his chest expanding out as she hugged closer to him.
"Preston would want you to be happy. He isn't that bad of a person to wish unhappiness on you. And you know that." Harrison stroked small circles into her shoulders and kneaded lightly into her skin as she cried, his eyes closing. "He would want you to be happy, and he would want me to protect you." His voice was quiet. "I know that it's hard and you'll never fully forget what you once had. But that is eactly it. You had him, now he's gone. It was just life and it was his time to go. There's nothing you can do to make it better. It sucks and it's hard, but you have to realize the things that the Universe gives you to help." He leaned her head up and pressed his lips to the bridge of her nose, tickling his hands across her back. "The Universe gave me to you to help. I'm here to make you happy." He knew in his heart that it was the right thing. The only thing.
"I know you could." She confessed quietly. Harrison shook his head, allowing himself to lift his head to look into the mirror that lay across the room from them. Here he was, holding his love in his arms and she was admitting that he could make her happy. His life was falling together again, but something still wasn't right. Deep down he felt bad that he was unintentionally hurting her. If Harrison wasn't here at this moment, she'd still be upset, but he wouldn't be the main factor of it. His arms loosed up on her and he breathed deeply, controlling his tears. With a shallow pond of hope in his mind, he began to think positive. What if this was where it started? His future. What if this was where he would be ten or twenty years from now but with children in their rooms downstairs snoring from a long and tiresome day of playing catch? His heart fluttered at the thought and he closed his eyes, tightening his grip back up on her. Harrison was not going to lose her to a memory.
"So give me the chance." He breathed into her ear, coming out as almost a whimper of pain. "Please let me try. I know I could be everything you need. I could provide you a family that you and I both want- there would be no worry of me leaving," he paused, his heart surprisingly beating strong for a touchy reminder of his past, "there would be no pain and no sorrow of the past. We'd be grateful for each other. We would never doubt each other or our place in this world together." Harrison let a few tears fall but a smile was forming on his lips. "Bay, you would be the top priority- you would be spoiled so bad by me and the kids- you'd wake up to breakfast in bed every day and you would never be alone- not one minute." He imagined a life with her that was one for a Picture frame on a shelf in a store. They had the perfect future planned out- it just had to start somewhere.
"I-" her breath caught, "I would feel like I was betraying his memory." She buried her head in his neck. Harrison's eyes closed tightly and he rocked her from side to side against his chest. The tender hands that once held Trisha were holding Bay and every move he made warmed his heart up inside. The girl in his arms was someone he cared immensely for. He didn't just love her because his friend once had- no, he loved her because his heart was a part of hers. In fact, he loved her deeper, wider, stronger than Preston could have ever imagined loving someone. Harrison loved her more than Preston, and though Harrison felt extremely morbid for saying it- he knew it was the truth.
Betraying a memory. Harrison was betraying a memory. He was betraying a memory from his life with Trisha- no. Harrison was not betraying a memory. Trisha betrayed him. Harrison lifted his head up a bit, caught a breath, and opened his mouth again, his care for her oozing out in every word. "A memory is named that because of what it is. It is a moment from the past. It is what ties you down to who you are and where you came from. You cannot betray a memory, there's no sense in saying that." He roamed his hands down her sides and back, assuring her of his words. someone cares about you, they put you before themselves. Preston loved you and I'm sure he still does from where he is- but you are young and have a full life to live. You have many more memories to make. Do not let one drag you down." Harrison shook his head again, his hands resting around her comfortingly, his thumbs rubbing into her skin smoothly. Memories were such a funny thing. No matter how happy they could be- if you are looking to move on or grow up- they kill you and traumatize you. Harrison's mind couldn't wrap around the complexity of the situation exactly, but he kept trying. Harrison was not losing her to a memory no matter who the memory was associated with.
"I know that now." She whispered through her tears. Harrison hummed softly to her, hoping it might calm her down a bit. "I'm sorry. For the past week, I've been looking in you for something I will never have again. But I promise you it won't happen again." Harrison knew she admitted to finding Preston in her. And although it greatly killed him inside, he knew it was only natural. Hell, Harrison had found Trisha in Bay. His inner struggles were much like hers. They were too alike and it began to frighten him. The more he thought about things, the clearer it became though. They needed each other. They needed eachother much more and in many more ways than Harrison admittedly let on at first. This simple idea of falling in love with his best friends' girlfriend was now an elaborate labryinth of details and events that led to a low state for each of the participants.
"Don't be sorry. I found Trisha in you, remember? Things happen. I just want you to know that I am Harrison, not Preston, and I love you ten times over since the first moment I laid eyes on you. Bay, you are my life. It is as simple and easy as that. If anything were to make me feel complete again, it would be starting a life and a family with my life. My soulmate... I can't deny it- when I first saw you, I hated Preston for snatching you up first. The way you came around the corner in the Kitchen smiling, so happy to see your Husband... I felt so lonely." Harrison teared up a bit but he held them back. "Then you talked to me like you cared about me to, you began accepting me into your life.. and it was like I had never breathed before. I took a breath of you and I became addicted right away."
"I know." Her hands went to her head and she tugged a little roughly at her hair. Harrison kissed her knuckles and pulled her hands to his cheek, shaking his head at her actions. "I don't understand. It's so confusing. I don't know what he would think of this. I- I want to be happy...with you. But what if he wouldn't approve?" Her eyes closed and she pulled at her hair again. Again, Harrison moved her hands to his cheek and he kissed her wrists lightly, his eyes full of compassion and understanding. Harrison loved this woman and he wanted her to be happy. Frankly, Preston was out of the mindset when it came to Bay's mental state of being.
"What better person to be happy with and trust your wife with than your best friend?" Harrison raised his eyebrows and looked down at her. "He would have wanted someone who knows everything about you. All your little quirks and smiles that make you, you. Like your passion for photography, your berry addiction.." He smiled, wiping her cheeks off gently. "I think he would have been happy that I stepped up to catch you when you fell from him. When he passed, you became the most important thing in my life. I wouldn't let a single second of harm come your way."
"It's my fault." She breathed hard, beginning to hyperventilate. Harrison's eyes widened and he shook his head, running his hands through her hair again, soothing her. He hummed louder, hoping she'd stop. "My thoughts, my feelings, they got him killed. The Universe punished me." Her chest caught and heaved. "It knew my thoughts- my dealing towards you- and it killed Preston." Her sobs grew as she couldn't breath; she tried desperately to slow her breathing. Harrison pulled her up into a sitting position and into his lap. It was like a repeat of Preston's birthday all over again. Resting his head on her cheek, he sung to her. He sung softly and calmly, stroking her back with long movements, pressing his lips to her head every so often. He knew it calmed her down- it calmed him down too.
"You were not being punished." He countered with a whisper, not wanting to disrupt her now-peaceful body. "You did not kill him- your thoughts did not kill him." He realized what she was talking about. Lustful thoughts- Harrison was the expert on them. Every night it seemed as Preston talked about Bay, he would imagine himself with her instead, with their own family, safe and sound in a nice big living room, watching the kids play out the window. Right as Preston would finish, he'd lean into kiss Bay. but it always cut out. His chest heaved with her and he slowly calmed back down. "The war took him, you didn't kill him." He reassured, his eyes glowing with tears. "Please don't blame yourself."
"Three." She whispered. Harrison pulled in closer so he could hear her. "You could give me at least three." His eyes widened and he pulled back a bit with a gasp, his bright blue eyes locking on hers. He could give her children. Harrison Steel could have children with the woman he truly loved. His heart kick-started and he looked down, amazed, then back up. A bright smile formed on his lips and he pressed his lips to her forehead. Her vision gave him that last bit of hope and he couldn't shake the grin from his lips no matter how hard he tried. He was going to become a father- a true father- someday and somehow. His hands began to shake and he brushed his lips back and forth across her hairline, smiling against her skin.
"Three babies." He repeated. "I could give you atleast three babies." His heart fluttered increasingly. And she would be the mother. "Three babies who had your dazzling eyes and personality." He added, a stupid grin on his face. "I couldn't have asked for any more reassurance."
"Because you are beautiful." She brushed her lips to his softly, and Harrison met hers with a hunger that he never knew would come out like that. Wrapping a hand around her head, he rolled her onto her back somewhat and trailed his kisses down her cheek and to her chin, a smile on his face all the way there. He leaned back and looked into her eyes- the window to her soul- and he saw nothing but bliss and beautiful memories to be made. Beautiful, happy, children-filled memories. And Harrison would be the one providing them.
"Beautiful. They were beautiful. Well," she corrected, "I only got to see the twins. Their eyes...they changed" Tears of happiness fell freely, and she didn't go to wipe them away. Harrison kissed the tears from her cheeks and smiled, pulling back to listen to her story. "I thought it was my Sight showing me what could have been, taunting me and then-" she stopped, and Harrison's eyes begged her to continue, "and then I saw your eyes, and I realized that they were the same color, as yours, and had shifted. Neither myself or him was a Meta." She ended in a soft whisper.
"I'm a Metamorphmagus." He said in a whisper. "My eyes change." He grew a bit louder and he looked to Bay with tear-strewn eyes and a burning hope on his features. "Bay, those were our children. That was our future." He pressed his lips to hers happily and placed his free hand on her tummy, the other one soothing her hair. "Our future.... do you want our future?"
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Post by tog on Mar 22, 2012 23:59:59 GMT -5
Bay was crying, and then all of a sudden she was lifted into Harrison's strong arms. She held tighter around his neck as he gently put her to bed, and she began to relax more so then in the entire night as she felt his arms snake around her waist and pull her close. Only a week ago had this same scene seemed to have occurred. She hoped it wouldn't become a weekly thing. The snuggling and comforting she could handle- the years and pent up emotions she could not. She wanted to get it all out tonight.
She buried her head into his neck and nodded. "You're right. He would want me to be happy. He wasn't a bad person. And that's exactly how I am making me sound. He must be disappointed in me for thinking that. Hell, I'm disappointed in me for thinking that. Preston was a good and caring man. He would want me to be happy." She resolved to herself Harrison kissed the bridge of her nose, stroking her back lightly, and Bay listened calmly as he spoke about the difficulties she would face with moving on.
"The Universe gave me to you to help. I'm here to make you happy." Bay frowned and pulled back slightly to look up at him. She did take the time to realize how close they were. She felt comfortable in his arms. It felt natural. Bay kissed his chin.
"The Universe doesn't revolve around me, Love," She was surprised at how natural the name came, along with the small smile. "Perhaps it was I, that was put into place to help you. You need me just as much as I need you." She buried her head into his chest. Bay panicked a little when she felt his arms loosen, and she began to doubt herself and her feeling. She lay still for a moment, but then she made to wiggle away from the man, but almost immediately his arms tightened and he wouldn't let her move away. She sighed in relief and snuggled close again, letting her legs tangle with his.
"So give me the chance." Bay's heart cracked and broke when his voice came as a whimper in her ear. She let an arm snake up over his side and wrap around the muscled of his open arm. She nodded into his chest and breathed deeply.
"Please let me try. I know I could be everything you need. I could provide you a family that you and I both want- there would be no worry of me leaving, there would be no pain and no sorrow of the past. We'd be grateful for each other. We would never doubt each other or our place in this world together." Bay's eyes shut tightly at his words. 'Tell him.' Her heart and soul screamed while her mind said it was too private. Bay forced her body to roll over in his arms and face the other direction. She opened her eyes and looked straight into a mirror, cursing herself for her designing of the interior. She shut her eyes and took a few shaky breaths.
"You don't know how much it means to me for you to say that." She began with a whisper. "About a year into our marriage, only a few months before I met you, something was brought to my attention." She began to cry again, though not as hard as she had been earlier. "I discovered that Preston," she took a deep breath, feeling her heart race as she told a story that no one other then herself and Preston knew, "I discovered that Preston had been seeing another girl. Some Muggle I didn't know. She was apparently working with him. Either way, he was having an affair. We had a huge fight." She closed her eyes at the memory, pain evident on her face. "I screamed, and he screamed back- telling me he broke it off. I yelled louder, saying it didn't matter. I ran to my room where he followed me. I pulled a suitcase out and began to pack. He jerked me around and asked me what I thought I was doing. I yelled at him that I was packing and leaving. And then-" she cut off, her eyes popping open to stare at her own face in the mirror, her eyebrows knitting together. "And then he struck me." Her hand went to the spot on her face like she had just been struck. "It shook him up, he apologized every day for a month. He showered me with gifts and treated my like a princess. I thought he had changed. I though maybe it was just a fling. I didn't realize the seriousness of the affair until I found out that she ended up pregnant. I was so distraught. But he was being better. I never told him that I knew about it." She buried her face into her hands and let out a few sobs, crying harder. Bay and Preston hadn't told anyone that before. "He could father a child for another woman- but never for me."
"Bay, you would be the top priority- you would be spoiled so bad by me and the kids- you'd wake up to breakfast in bed every day and you would never be alone- not one minute." Bay smiled a little wider at the pictures forming in her head.
"A real family." She breathed out. Bay had never had one. Not really anyways. Her parents died when she was young, and she bounced around foster homes. And then Preston. Now nothing. Bay was pulled up and rocked in Harrison's arms, much like she had done to him earlier, and he spoke softly to her. Her breathing evened out as he spoke to her about how impossible it was to betray a mere memory. His voice soothed her nerves and worried. She found extreme comfort in his words.
"You're right. I shouldn't let his memory ruin the rest of my life, should I?" Her body hummed softly to her mind as Harrison rubbed his hands into her body. She pressed herself against him. She wanted nothing more then to lay in bed with him all day. His arms wrapped tight around her, and her peppering his face and body with the soft sweet kisses he deserved.
Harrison had succeeded. Agreeing hearing his words, and her own, Bay realized that maybe she could move on. Maybe it wasn't so hard after all. And who better to take a step in the right direction with then the very man who held her close right now?
"Don't be sorry. I found Trisha in you, remember? Things happen. I just want you to know that I am Harrison, not Preston, and I love you ten times over since the first moment I laid eyes on you." Bays eyes widened as she looked at him.
"Really? Which time? Hogwarts, or when Preston brought you home?" She asked quietly, as it fit the mood of the room.
"Bay, you are my life. It is as simple and easy as that. If anything were to make me feel complete again, it would be starting a life and a family with my life. My soulmate... I can't deny it- when I first saw you, I hated Preston for snatching you up first. The way you came around the corner in the Kitchen smiling, so happy to see your Husband... I felt so lonely." Bay blushed, but smiled.
"I remember that day. It was a few days after I found out about the pregnancy. I remember Preston smile, and I couldn't quite return it fully. But then your pearly whites lot up and mine responded to you. You never knew it, but you kept me strong that day. I remember my first bitter thought when you two walked in. 'I wonder if he would ever cheat on his wife.' But then. I talked to you, and you were too sweet for that." She admitted with a face full of smile.
Harrison teared up a bit but he held them back. "Then you talked to me like you cared about me to, you began accepting me into your life.. and it was like I had never breathed before. I took a breath of you and I became addicted right away." Bay grinned.
"You two were my boys. We were working on our relationships, and most days were good. The two of you were mine through and through. I loved having you around the house- around me." She rubbed his shoulder and with a bit of confidence placed a modest kiss to his lips. Harrison sweetly kissed the skin of her knocked and wrists.
"What better person to be happy with and trust your wife with than your best friend? He would have wanted someone who knows everything about you. All your little quirks and smiles that make you, you. Like your passion for photography, your berry addiction.. I think he would have been happy that I stepped up to catch you when you fell from him. Bay blushed deeply, but gave Harrison a soft smile before burying into his chest playfully, spreading out and letting her body lay fully relaxed against his. Her head turned to the side and her cheek rested on his chest.
"You're absolutely right. If I could have anyone in the world right now, I would pick you. Of I could have Preston back," she hesitated only slightly before finishing with newly found brimming confidence in their future, "I would still choose you."
"When he passed, you became the most important thing in my life. I wouldn't let a single second of harm come your way."
"You're just too perfect." She whispered. "You entered my life way back when at the perfect time." Bay hugged him close. As she struggled for breath, she was pulled into Harrison's lap. He pulled her close and snuggled tight as she tried to regain her breath. He sung softly to her and her breaths slowed almost immediately. He explained that it was her fault in no way that the man had died and for once, she believed it. Harrison asked her not to blame herself and she nodded. Telling him verbally that it wouldn't happen again.
Harrison was so happy when she spoke of them having children that she couldn't help but to smile with him. He went to kiss her forehead but she lifted her head quickly and caught his lips with hers. It would be foolish to act withdrawn and with lacking confidence around him. At some point, they would be married, at some point, they would have children. Bay decided to embrace that. Screw Preston and the Hell he put her through in the end. Yes, their childhood had been great, but it was the end that mattered. And the end sucked.
"Three babies. I could give you atleast three babies. Three babies who had your dazzling eyes and personality." He added, a stupid grin on his face. Bay sincerely laughed and smiled- glad that she could bring him this happiness. When her and Preston had discussed it, he had taken it from a business standpoint, and though he was truthfully excited, he was not this giddy. Harrison wanted a family just as much as she did, and Bay couldn't wait to start.
"They would have your eyes. Not mine. And the more of you the better." She kissed his nose. "But the little girl, she looked just like me." Bay smiled and closed her eyes, seeing it in her head. "I could always show you the memory if you want." She snuggled closer to Harrison...her future husband.
Harrison's lips met hers with a strong force and Bay was taken by pleasant surprise. She gently wrapped her hands around his neck as Harrison laid her down on the bed onto her back. The girl giggled helplessly, her eyes twinkling as the man kissed her sensitive face- her cheeks and chin. Those places always made her giggle like this when kissed. It was something that not even Preston had ever discovered.
"I'm a Metamorphmagus." He said in a whisper. "My eyes change." Bay smiled and her eyes lit up like the stars.
"You are." She picked her body up a little and kissed his eyes gently. "My Metamorphmagus." Her lips touched his softly.
"Bay, those were our children. That was our future. Our future.... do you want our future?" Bay placed her hand over the one Harrison had rested on her stomach. She lifted her shirt to show her warm and currently empty belly. She smiled up at Harrison, tears falling lightly.
"More then anything do I want our future. Our future with you, me, the twins, and however many other children we have." She pulled his head down and kissed him softly.
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Post by itsmomoagain on Mar 23, 2012 0:50:04 GMT -5
Harrison's chest lowered dramatically as Bay finished her story on her and Preston's ordeal. His affair. His bloody affair. Harrison turned away from her and stood up at her bedside, his fingers curling and uncurling into balls, fists, clenched fists. His heart rate kicked up and he let out a rumbling growl that he didn't know resided in him. At moments like this, Harrison was like his Death Eater father. The rage and anger he had in him had been passed down- but it was recessive and Harrison hardly ever used it. The moment that he did though- it usually ended badly.
Easing himself down, he brought his eyes to the ceiling, his jaw tightening. "You sick bastard." He hissed, a growing rage in him escaping in his tone. "You sick, heartless, cheap bastard. How could you?" His eyes clamped shut and he paced angrily at her bedside, his veins popping in his arm. He was pissed- no, he was fuming. His body was heated, and he was pretty sure that his eys had shifted like his personality. He turned to the mirror and his features were slowly changing. His muscles became more... defined. His eyes were a color very far from blue- they were a jet black. With the fire coarsing through his veins, Harrison snapped. "You asshole! You bastard! You took her from me- you stole her heart- and then you cheated on her! Not only that but you struck her!" He paced further, his heels smashing against the floor now. He shook his head in disgust and a roar erupted. "Come back to life so I can kill you! You are the sorriest excuse for a human I have ever met! How could you!" He threw his hands around him, motioning for his dead friend as if he was in the room with him. "Come back here and let me strike you." He said lowly to nobody in particular. "You are the dirt of the Earth and I can't believe you. You know what?" He said with an awful laughter. "I don't think you cared about her after you saw how hard I was falling for her. I bet thats when the affair started. You sorry piece of shit- I bet you didn't even want to have a family with her." His eyes rotated to Bay and he softened, his fists unclenching for a moment. "But I'm glad you're gone. She deserves a family- she deserves me." He growled again, but less fierce. "How could you do this to her." He repeated, a whisper this time. "How could you do this to me.." He trailed off and slouched onto the bed, his hands going to his head, holding his temples.
"Sorry..." he muttered quietly, his hands shaking. "Sorry you had to hear that."
"A real family." She breathed out. Her breathing evened out as Harrison spoke to her about how impossible it was to betray a mere memory.
Harrison nodded happily and kissed her cheek. "A real family. Babies, a big open yard, breakfast every day, desert every night. Children running rampant and destroying our alone time as we cuddle in bed because they had nightmares." He chuckled and imagined it. His little girl running up and hugging his legs complaining of a nightmare. He would rock her just like he did her Mother when she got upset, brushing her hair out of her delicate face and kissing her head as he tucked her into bed and laid with her until she fell asleep. Daddy Harrison- he couldn't have asked for anything more.
"You're right. I shouldn't let his memory ruin the rest of my life, should I?" Harrison felt her press against him and he grinned, kissing her feverishly down to her neck, then back up, his hands massaging into her lower back.
"No ma'am, no you shouldn't." He agreed to his statement before and rested his chin on her head as they cuddled together. Harrison was so excited to start his life with her. He wanted to stroke her stomach and talk long walks in the park when her contractions were acting up- he wanted to hold her hand in the nursery, bring him his baby, and stay up all night with them just to watch them sleep. He wanted the family, and he wanted it now. But he'd have to wait.
"Really? Which time? Hogwarts, or when Preston brought you home?" She asked quietly, as it fit the mood of the room. Harrison smiled.
"It started at Hogwarts." He shrugged sheepishly. "I saw you and I thought you were breathtaking." But his mind drifted back to his school days. "But when I actually fell in love with you- that was when Preston brought me home."
"I remember that day. It was a few days after I found out about the pregnancy. I remember Preston smile, and I couldn't quite return it fully. But then your pearly whites lot up and mine responded to you. You never knew it, but you kept me strong that day. I remember my first bitter thought when you two walked in. 'I wonder if he would ever cheat on his wife.' But then. I talked to you, and you were too sweet for that." She admitted with a face full of smile.
Harrison blushed and he felt special- special in her eyes. "I am so glad I could help you feel better. I remember hearing that you were pregnant and feeling... helpless. You know, deep down, I had wished it was me you had been married to. That way I could tell all those cute stories to him and make him feel bad like he did me." He sighed heavily and tightened up around her, his feet tangling back within her legs, a cheeky smile on his face.
"You two were my boys. We were working on our relationships, and most days were good. The two of you were mine through and through. I loved having you around the house- around me." She rubbed his shoulder and with a bit of confidence placed a modest kiss to his lips. He retutned her kiss lightly, running his hand along her cheek with the back of his palm, kissing up to her nose gently.
"Your boys, huh?" He chuckled. "Now our little son and I will be your boys." He teased, his eyes lighting up at the word 'son'.
After a bit of hesitation when explaining who she would pick even if Preston was back, she spoke again. "I would still choose you." Harrison breathed a sigh of relief into her and kissed hungrily at her neck.
"I am so glad to hear that- I would die if you would have said the other." He choked back a lump in his throat and pressed his forehead against hers. "Don't ever hesitate like that. You scared me so much."
"You're just too perfect." She whispered. "You entered my life way back when at the perfect time." Bay hugged him close. Harrison asked her not to blame herself and she nodded. Telling him verbally that it wouldn't happen again. His eyes fluttered and he kissed her gently on the lips again- it was quickly becoming his favorite hobby.
At the mention of the children, Harrison was overexcited. He went to kiss her forehead but she lifted her head quickly and caught his lips with hers.
"They would have your eyes. Not mine. And the more of you the better." She kissed his nose. "But the little girl, she looked just like me." Bay smiled and closed her eyes, seeing it in her head. "I could always show you the memory if you want." She snuggled closer to Harrison and he welcomed her with open arms tightening around her.
"If you could, I would love to see." He said with wet eyes, his heart brimming with emotions. He was going to see his babies- their babies. He wanted nothing more than to cry, to cry with her, to hold her and kiss her until they both fell asleep together. That was his goal tonight. To kiss her to sleep. Harrison felt like he should start right away. "I want to see our children." He said with a newfound passion.
Harrison's lips met hers with a strong force and Bay was taken by pleasant surprise. She gently wrapped her hands around his neck as Harrison laid her down on the bed onto her back. Bay was giggling and he continued, roaming his hands down her sides in a comforting manner, being careful with where he roamed though. He just got her in his life as his- he would not be pushing her away.
"More then anything do I want our future. Our future with you, me, the twins, and however many other children we have." She pulled his head down and kissed him softly. Harrison deepend the kiss and rubbed his hand down her stomach, massaging her skin slightly. He moved over her and sat on her lap, a mischevious twinkle in his eye.
"Let me see if I can remember your ticklish spots." He bit his lip and began dusting his fingertips over her bellybutton and hips, then up her sides, shifting to her neck and behind her ears, his chuckles emitting as she laughed every so often as he neared a sensitive area.
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Post by tog on Mar 23, 2012 1:54:27 GMT -5
Bay watched in awe as Harrison rose from the bed in anger. He paced and yelled and flung his arms about. Had it been Preston, she would have been terrified that his anger would have turned to something that was alive and that he could hit. But not with Harrison. He was a better person then that. She blushed deeply when he made eye contact with her, but said he was glad the Preston was dead. Because she deserved Harrison. She pulled her hands up to her cheeks to shield them from view, a soft encouraging smile playing and her lips. And then he was raging again. When he finally sat down, rubbing at his head, he spoke.
"Sorry... Sorry you had to hear that." Bay's eyes went softer and she gently crawled up behind him. She rubbed her hands into his back, massaging the heel of her hands into the rough spots of his back. She laid soft kisses in between and on his shoulder blades.
"If I would have known that you would have reacted this way, I would have told you as soon as it happened." She confessed, digging in harder to work at his knots. "It's useless to yell now. He's gone and I'm right here. I am fully and completely yours now." She rested her forehead on his back before lowering her chin to resume her kissing and massage. If they were going to spend their days together, then he ought to get used to this now.
Harrison nodded happily and kissed her cheek. "A real family. Babies, a big open yard."
"With puppies." She said happily, cutting him off, and continuing to do so during his declarations.
"Breakfast every day, desert every night."
"Mmmm. Wild berry pancakes!" She closed her eyes and licked her lips dramatically with a laugh.
"Children running rampant and destroying our alone time as we cuddle in bed-"
"We can lock the door!" She winked.
"-because they had nightmares." Bay blushed sheepishly as he finished his initial sentence.
"We can't the lock the door then" She covered her giggle with a hand. Bay pictured being on the floor surrounded by children, pulling at her hair and climbing all over her. Her laughing and telling them to stop while Harrison, standing in the doorway holding a newborn, encouraged them to roughhouse with "Mummy." She grinned at the though. Harrison walking into the kitchen in frustration because of the, "damned Muggle grill." One of the boys repeating it and Harrison's sheepish face smiling at his wife waiting for a soft reprimand- only to see her giggle and look away. She wanted so badly to be a mother to Harrison's children.
Harrison began kissing her frantically down her neck and returned the massage she gave him. She groaned into his chest.
"That feel so amazing." Bay hadn't had attention like that, with her back, since Hogwarts. Preston certainly never did that. But one of the girls in her House had wanted to be a...massage person, or whatever it was called, and so Bay let herself become the practice dummy. It hadn't always ended well.
"It started at Hogwarts. I saw you and I thought you were breathtaking." The girl blushed.
"Even though I was a mean old Slytherin?" She teased, nipping at his jawline. "We are all evil after all."
"I am so glad I could help you feel better. I remember hearing that you were pregnant and feeling... helpless. You know, deep down, I had wished it was me you had been married to. That way I could tell all those cute stories to him and make him feel bad like he did me." He sighed heavily and tightened up around her.
Bay's breath hitched in her throat at the memory of her miscarry. It was the most traumatic thing she had ever experienced. Far worse than watching her parents execution styled murder. She had been supporting another life, and her body had failed her.
"I think that's when the affair began." She admitted softly. "I'll have to be more careful this time."
"Your boys, huh?" He chuckled. "Now our little son and I will be your boys." He teased, and Bay's eyes lit up at his choice of words. She couldn't wait to have children. And more importantly, she couldn't wait to have them with Harrison.
"Maybe this time next year we will be waking up to crying twins, and rolling out of bed to change their diapers." She smiled softly. "I can't wait."
"Don't ever hesitate like that. You scared me so much." Bay's eyes widened and she took his face in her hands.
"No! No my Love I didn't mean it like that! I have not a doubt in my mind who I would choose. I only hesitated because it was the first time I've admitted my complete change in loyalty." She rested her forehead against his. "It's you. It should have always been you." Bay kissed the bridge of Harrison's nose like he had done to her.
"If you could, I would love to see."
"Of course I can. It will have to wait until morning though." She looked out the broken window, the sun had already risen somewhat. The two of then had been up half the night. "Well, later in the day. The Pensive is in Darcy's room. She was reliving dates with Mathius." Bay chuckled, wondering when the two would hurry and marry.
"I want to see our children." He said with a newfound passion.
"I want to have our children." She smiled and have him a tender kiss.
Harrison deepend their kiss and rubbed his hand down her stomach, massaging her skin slightly. Bay met the top of his hand there and wound her fingers between his from behind. He moved over her and sat on her lap, a mischevious twinkle in his eye. Bay smiled up at him and sat up briefly, pulling his shirt up over his head. She kissed him sweetly and slowly. "I love you." She said in a voice that sounded completely natural on her tongue. She didn't hesitate in the least.
"Let me see if I can remember your ticklish spots." Bay's eyes widened in surprise as his fingertips move to her bellybutton. She fell back onto the bed, twisting around user him with fits of laughter. Her hips weren't as ticklish but the fact that he was holding her down and tickling her alone made her laugh so hard. Her sides had her knees curled up bent up behind him in natural response and she was sat up with her head on his chest as his fingers attacked her sides.
"Stop it! You're killing me!" Her voice rang out in laughter as he moved to her neck and ears, which was by far her most ticklish spots. Harrison knew that full and well, that was why he had saved it for last. Her head moved from side to side and she laughed loudly and her feet kicked around as she gasped for breath. The twinkle never leaving her eye.
As Bay's breath settled down to normal, she pulled Harrison down on top of her. "You are so sweet!" She smiled into his ear, kissing it softly. "I definitely want our sons name to be Harrison.
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Post by itsmomoagain on Mar 23, 2012 20:36:08 GMT -5
Harrison settled back on the bed after his outburst and he was greeted with gentle hands massaging into his shoulders and shoulder blades, along with tender kisses to his back. With a sigh, he rested his hands on hers as they laid on his shoulders.
"If I would have known that you would have reacted this way, I would have told you as soon as it happened." She confessed, digging in harder to work at his knots. Harrison encouraged her with a pleasurable moan, his head cocking to one side so she could work on it. "It's useless to yell now. He's gone and I'm right here. I am fully and completely yours now." Harrison chuckled lightly and let her continue for a moment before turning around and hugging her to him, planting small kisses on her own shoulders.
"You just like my protective side, don't you?" He wiggled his eyebrows at her and pressed his lips to her nose, a smile on his face. "I'm never usually like that, I swear." He sighed, reflecting on the way his voice rose and the color his eyes turned. Slowly, they shifted back to their normal, vibrant, crystal blue.
"With puppies." Harrison grinned. He loved puppies.
"I love puppies!" He exclaimed. "Puppies galore!"
"Mmmm. Wild berry pancakes!" She closed her eyes and licked her lips dramatically with a laugh. Harrison pressed his lips to hers and grinned.
"I'll cook them for you everyday!"
"We can lock the door!" She winked. Harrison's breath caught in his throat, his eyes widening.
"Well, we could," he grinned, winking back at her, "that's always fun!"
"We can't the lock the door then" She covered her giggle with a hand. Harrison kissed the fingers that covered her hand and smiled.
"Well," he teased, raising his brow, "we could. But it might be a tad mean."
"That feel so amazing." Harrison grinned and started massaging deeper, his kisses trailing down her neck lightly again.
"I'm glad I could make you feel amazing." He purred, his smile growing tenfold. "You deserve it and so much more. I am glad that it is me giving you all this love and not someone else." Harrison's eyes closed as he kissed back up to her lips, pulling her against him tighter.
"Even though I was a mean old Slytherin?" She teased, nipping at his jawline. "We are all evil after all."
Harrison scoffed. "I was a Slytherin like my father. And I wasn't too mean."
"I think that's when the affair began." She admitted softly. Harrison ran his fingers through her hair and pressed his lips to her forehead, nuzzling against her. "I'll have to be more careful this time."
His hands roamed down her sides, brushing his palms against her skin. "There's no need to be careful. I would let nothing happen to you. You saw the vision-" he smiled hopefully, "we're going to have beautiful babies someday."
"Maybe this time next year we will be waking up to crying twins, and rolling out of bed to change their diapers." She smiled softly. "I can't wait."
Harrison was ecstatic about the thought of having children. Getting to bring them home and nurture them into strong toddlers, anxious children, and willing pre-teens. He wanted to have that family. "Maybe," he kissed her lightly on the lips, "maybe we will. It's never to early to start." He chuckled lightly with a wink and kissed down to her neck, biting softly at the sensitive skin.
"I want to have our children." She smiled and gave him a tender kiss. Harrison's heart fluttered and he caught a breath in his throat. She wanted to have his children. Bay wanted to have Harrison's children. The idea blew Harrison's mind away, and he grinned like an idiot.
"Our children. We are going to have children. Twins. Beautiful, bouncing, baby twins."
Bay smiled up at him and sat up briefly, pulling his shirt up over his head. She kissed him sweetly and slowly. "I love you."
Harrison teared up a bit, but in the pit of his stomach, he knew he wasn't going to cry again. "I love you, my beautiful, beautiful angel." He pressed his lips to her forehead before he began tickling.
"Stop it! You're killing me!" Her voice rang out in laughter as he moved to her neck and ears, which was by far her most ticklish spots. Harrison knew that full and well, that was why he had saved it for last. Her head moved from side to side and she laughed loudly and her feet kicked around as she gasped for breath.
Harrison grinned, only tickling more behind her ear and down her neck. "I would never!" He released his hands from her and threw them over his chest in protest. "I love you too much!"
As Bay's breath settled down to normal, she pulled Harrison down on top of her. "You are so sweet!" She smiled into his ear, kissing it softly. "I definitely want our sons name to be Harrison."
With a tap to his chin and a hitch in his breathing as she kissed his ear, he rolled over and pulled her to lay on his chest, smoothing down her back tenderly. "Not as sweet as you," he challenged, kissing her nose. "Harrison? I've always hated my name. How about some other version of it. Harry? Harold? Nah, Harold sounds too old." He chuckled. "Harry is cute and simple."
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Post by tog on Mar 24, 2012 2:25:11 GMT -5
With a sigh, Harrison rested his hands on Bay's as they laid on his shoulders. He turned around and pulled her close. She rested her head on his chest and closed her eyes. She was getting tired, but the sun was rising and she didn't want to sleep all day. But if it was with Harrison, she may just be okay with that. Harrison kissed her shoulders and she sighed happily.
"I wish I hadn't been blinded for the past two years. Maybe we'd already have our babies."
"You just like my protective side, don't you?" Harrison wiggled his eyebrows at her and pressed his lips to her nose, a smile on his face. Bay smiled sheepishly and hugged herself.
"It makes me feel safe." She muttered with a nod. "And it's sexy." She admitted with a deep blush, looking down and away with a hint of a smile.
"I'm never usually like that, I swear." Bay looked up at him in concern, wondering if he was worried about his actions.
"I know that!" She was quick to reassure him. She sat up in front of him on her knee's, putting her forehead to his. "I know you would never do anything to hurt me physically or emotionally. You are to good of a person." She kissed the bridge of his nose. "You aren't your fathers son."
"Well, we could," he grinned, winking back at her and Bay's heart sped up, "that's always fun!"
"Fun indeed." She was on her knee's pressing soft kisses to his lips and forehead. Bay rolled onto her stomach as Harrison massaged deeper and kissed down her neck. It tickled lightly.
"I'm glad I could make you feel amazing. You deserve it and so much more." Bay buried her head into her arms with a broad smile before turning her head to her side to peer up at Harrison through strands of her hair.
"I'm never going to get used to this." She blushed. "You're always going to make me smile and blush. Forever and always."
"I am glad that it is me giving you all this love and not someone else." Harrison's eyes closed as he kissed back up to her lips, pulling her against him tighter.
"I'm glad it's you too." She smiled and let herself be pulled against him, letting their feet tangle up again as she hoped would be their norm. She could fall asleep like that every night.
Harrison scoffed. "I was a Slytherin like my father. And I wasn't too mean."
"You were weren't you!" She said with a little embarrassment. "I remember that. All the girls in my year where so love struck over you." She giggled at the memory of what some of the girls had said.
Harrison's hands roamed down her sides, brushing his palms against her skin and she held him right? Willing herself not to tear up. "There's no need to be careful. I would let nothing happen to you. You saw the vision- we're going to have beautiful babies someday."
"That we are." Her breath caught. "We are going to make beautiful babies someday." Sudden realization washed over her and she blushed sheepishly at her thoughts.
"Maybe," he kissed her lightly on the lips, "maybe we will. It's never to early to start." Her eyes widened as a small smirk played out on her face.
"What are you saying Mister Steel?" She joked. Harrison chuckled lightly with a wink and kissed down to her neck, biting softly at the sensitive skin. Bay's eyes fluttered closed.
"I haven't been kissed like that since I was a newlywed." She admitted with a sad smile. "I like it- I miss it." Her hands carded through his hair softly.
"Our children. We are going to have children. Twins. Beautiful, bouncing, baby twins."
"I'm glad you're excited about it." Bay smiled widely. "We'll have to start looking at houses, and names and we'll have to paint." Her excitement visually grew and her eyes lit up brighter.
"I love you, my beautiful, beautiful angel."
"Say it again," she requested softly with her eyebrows knitted together in wonder. "It's been so long since I've been cared about like this. So long.
Harrison grinned, only tickling more behind her ear and down her neck. "I would never! I love you too much!" Bay beamed up at him.
"Do you?" She began poking at his side. "And where are you ticklish?" She poked more up and down his sides knowing that they were one of his most ticklish spots. She knew there were probably other spots she had yet to discover, but she would.
Harrison rolled over and Bay was gently pulled onto his chest, we're she wrapped her arms around his back.
"Not as sweet as you," he challenged, kissing her nose.
"You're going to spoil me too much." She said in happy resignation.
"Harrison? I've always hated my name. How about some other version of it. Harry? Harold? Nah, Harold sounds too old." He chuckled. "Harry is cute and simple."
"Awe I love your name." She kissed along his cheek bone across the bridge of his nose to the other side. "I love the name Harry too, like I used to call you, but I worry that if we name our son that, then people would think we named him after Harry Potter, and I don't want the pressure of that name to weigh on him. We'll come up with something. We have plenty of time." Her eyes glittered as she smiled. "Maybe." Bay kissed Harrison softly and sweetly like she loved to do. He deserved so much. And she was the one that would provide it. Harrison needed softness and stability, and while her own stability was in question, the two of them would support each other just fine.
Bay laid her head sideways on his bare chest, letting his body heat warm her cheek. She yawned. "The sun is up now, and I know we should stay up so we don't get our days and nights off, but I'm too comfortable to move just yet. Maybe a few more hours." With a final kiss, she laid her head back down and began to hum the Muggle nursery rhyme from before. Harrison's hands trailed up and down her back and before she knew it, Bay Ivanov was asleep in the arms of the man she was meant to be with from the start.
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