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I mean Harry already knew that the baby wasn't his since he and Cynthia haven't had any sexy lovin' in years.

But neither of us expected this.

"Faster ah- faster-"

Harry paused it, not even blinking as we stared at the frozen x-rated porno on the computer screen.

I reached out and clicked play again in disbelief.

"Mm- yes right there-"

Harry slowly closed the laptop in front of us, both of our mouths slacked open before we brought our heads up in unison to gawk at Cynthia who had an embarrassed look of regret on her face as she nervously bit at the side of her nails.

It was silent between Harry and his ex-wife, well you know second ex-wife cause I'm just chilling at the side but I watched as their eyes locked, an intensity behind Harry's and guilt in Cynthia's blue ones.

"How could you do this." Harry spoke up after a few moments of silence between them, sliding the laptop over to me before rising to his feet in anger.

"And how are you so flexible..." I asked in awe from the back.

"I got fired from my job- after years of working for that stupid company they let me go and I was in no way just going to accept defeat and become a simple house wife-" Cynthia began with a pent up angered expression.

"So you became a porn star! I couldn't give a single fuck what you do but the fact that you can record yourself getting fucked by some random guy yet you can't spend time with your own daughter pisses me the fuck off! And then you have the audacity to so much as even try to play it off like you're pregnant with my child- Nat stop trying to copy that damn leg move you're fucking distracting me." Harry raged at her before turning to snap at me as I froze, struggling to keep my leg up high close to my chest on the couch, meeting Harry's intense glare as I slowly lowered my limb in an awkward manner.

"Right, sorry.." I said, looking down at my lap under Harry's vexed stare.

"It was just a job, he was a co-worker I never meant for any of this to happen." Cynthia quickly tried to defend in a desperate voice, taking a step forward.

"Oh so when you laid down and spread your legs wide open what did you think would happen?" Harry growled in irritation, making Cynthia flinch at the harshness behind his words, not having anything to respond to that.

He sighed in frustration, sitting back down besides me and placing his elbows over his knees as he rubbed his face.

"I'm not going to kick a pregnant woman out but it's your choice. You either stay and Talie and I move in with Nat for a while until you find a place of you're own or you leave." Harry proposed in a stern voice, pressing his large clasped hands to his firm lips before he retrieved his and Cynthia's ring, carelessly tossing it to her.

She grit her teeth, trying to compose herself and catching the ring before gripping it tightly into her hand, hugging it to her chest as she glared at Harry.

"You know, looking at it now," She began, keeping her distant blue eyes on Harry as he met her gaze.

"I don't regret everything I've done." She said in a cold tone, giving one last lingering look at Harry's passive face as she turned on her heel, grabbing one of her large bags off the ground.

"I'll leave." She simply said, her back still facing us before she headed upstairs to pack her things with a stiff posture.

I could practically hear Harry's teeth grinding together, mumbling under his breath to himself as he ran his hands through his short brown hair, tugging at his roots.

"She was never there for Talie. You and I practically raised her I just- god damn it it pisses me off." He snapped, his breathing heavy and his sharp jawline clenched tightly before I hesitantly grabbed his hands, gently pulling them away from his tossled hair.

Harry raised his head, looking over at me as I placed my hand over his before rubbing his back in a soothing manner, causing the muscles in his tense body to immediatly relax under my touch while he let out a small breath.

He slowly brought his hand upward, our palms pressed together as he squeezed my hand and sent me a small grateful smile that made my heart ache.

He didn't deserve this at all.

"You're a good dad who raised Talie to be a strong, smart young woman who can take care of herself. That's what matters." I reminded him, smiling softly and brushing a strand of Harry's hair away from his face before I could stop myself as I looked at him with a sense of pride.

He leaned into my touch, looking exhausted and staring at me with a longing expression before I took in a deep breath.

"I'm just gonna talk to her for a minute, you know, before she heads out." I casually told him, resting my hand on his shoulder as I got up from the couch, making him tilt his head up to look at me before he simply nodded in understanding, running his thumb along the skin of my hand and slowly releasing me as I walked upstairs to their room.

By the time I entered the master bedroom Cynthia was vigorously stuffing the last of her clothes into her suitcase, her expression stone cold before her blue eyes looked up to meet my brown ones when I came in.

"Oh, it's you." She said with a tone of disgust, looking away and busying herself again with packing as I closed the door behind me.

"What, was my daughter and husband not enough for you? Did you come here to take my prada bags as well? By all means go right ahead." She hissed, rushing passed me in her heels to one of her drawers, making sure to abruptly bump her shoulder with mine as I narowed my eyes at her.

"You've got some nerve..." I began, slowly turning to her as she straightened her posture.

"I don't care if I'm offending you-"

"And I don't care if you talk shit and hate me either. But to say you don't regret everything you've done after all of this is what's really offending me right now." I cut Cynthia off, glaring at her and blocking her way as her breathing quickened, looking slightly caught off by my words.

"Talie and Harry are one of the most amazing people I've ever met in my whole entire life, and you're just gonna stand there saying you don't regret what you've done? That you don't regret missing out on Talie's spelling bees, or going bra shopping for the first time with her? Then doing Harry dirty like this when he's just trying his best to raise your kid and support you guys. He's a good man and he doesn't deserve the things you've done to him." I told her, balling my hands into tight fists as the suppressed anger I felt began to seep and drip through my tone of voice.

"Oh please, don't try to talk down to me like that -like you're some type of holy saint. You're just as bad as me and we both know it. They may not see through your little good girl facade, but I do." Cynthia said in a haughty manner, raising her chin high in the air and avoiding my gaze as she pushed passed me to her open spilling suitcase on the bed while I whipped my head in her direction.

"Excuse me? " I asked, tilting my head in a mixture of confusion and annoyance as she quickly folded her blouses with pristine movements.

"You heard me, I may have done what I did but you left Harry. You chose to leave him. I know everything about your little past marriage with him so don't even try." She huffed in irritation as my breathing quickened.

"I left him because I wanted him to be happy-"

"And how many times do you have to tell yourself that every day until you realize that even you don't believe that lie." She interrupted in a sharp tone, turning her head to me as my body stiffened.

"You left him not because you wanted him to be happy, but because you were scared. You knew fully well that Harry is only happy with you and only you. But you were scared, you were and are selfish. You were afraid to disappoint him again, to not be able to bear a child for the two of you and instead of taking another chance with him you left." Cynthia accused, now slowly approaching me as I backed away from her, shaking my head.

"No -no I wanted him to be happy, that's why I left." I defended, my voice sounding unconvinced even to my ears as I tried to steady my breathing.

"You chose to leave him and that's what matters! Don't try to tell me and talk to me about our marriage when you chose to leave him!" She suddenly yelled at me, raising her voice as her blue eyes began to water.

"You weren't there for him! You weren't there to hear him calling out for you at night waking up in a cold sweat and laying awake till the morning staring up at the ceiling besides me! You didn't have to experience the embarrassment of laying there, thinking your husband is making love to you only for him to yell your name out!" She cried, tears now streaming down her reddened face as I deflated at her words.

"Did you know that? Huh!? We haven't done anything in ten years because of that incident. Because he could never get it up and the one time he finally did it was because he was thinking of you, he wouldn't even look at me during it. He pulled out after he called out your name and we just layed there in shock. And it's all your fault!" She said, pointing an accusing finger at me as I sucked my lips inward, not knowing what to say.

"I don't... this conversation really didn't turn out how I thought it would... that was -I...just.." I blew out an awkward breath, my eyes wide as I placed my hands on my hips, beginning to sweat profusely.

"Look Cynthia," I began, bringing my hands down before sending her an empathizing expression.

"I'm sorry that all of that happened to you but-"

"No, you left him because you couldn't handle it. You left Harry when he needed you the most, you promised you'd be there for him and you lied so don't you tell me about my relationship or pity me." She finished, her words hanging in the air like a sickening stench as I blinked at her in shock before she quickly closed her suitcase and carried it from the bed.

Cynthia walked over, the both of us not looking at one another even if we were standing side by side at the entrance as I held my gaze ahead of me.

"It's not me who you should be apologizing to." She said with a stern voice, my chest rising and falling heavily at her sentence before she walked away, the sound of her heels clicking and fading in the distance as my shoulders slumped.

She was right.

She was one hundred percent right.

I slowly made my way to their large bed, sitting down and sinking into the mattress in defeat as I replayed her words.

I was selfish, all this time I just kept telling myself it was for Harry's sake.

And I never even said sorry for what I did to him.

There was a sudden gentle knock at the door, making me raise my head up to find Harry standing at the entrance.

"I heard yelling. Did she scream your head off?" He chuckled lightly, trying to lighten the mood as I gave him a small smile that didn't fully reach my eyes before he took a seat besides me.

How do I tell him I'm sorry, how do I even begin to apologize for everything I've done to him.

"Hey, you okay?" Harry asked, shifting slightly to look at me when he noticed I was staring at him before I swallowed, nodding quickly.

"Yeah I uh- I actually um..." I began, turning and grabbing something from my pocket.

"I think, I think you deserve these. For both you and Talie to enjoy, and whoever you'd want to bring." I told him, handing him the four tickets my ex-husband had bought under my credit card as Harry's green eyes widened in shock, his gaze flickering between my face and my outstretched hand.

"Nat, you can't be serious." He deadpanned, trying to gently decline my offer only for me to purse my lips in a stubborn manner and flap the tickets in his face making him laugh lightly.

"Has anyone ever told you you're too selfless for your own good." Harry nudged me with his shoulder, yanking the tickets and waving them in my face just like I did to him as I forced out a small pained laugh at the irony in his words.

"I'm really- I'm really not." I assured him in a flat tone, scratching the back of my head awkwardly as Harry smirked while he peered down at me.

He looked at me for a while, laying back onto the mattress and holding up the tickets before turning his attention back to me.

"I think all four of us deserve a break, don't you?" He finally asked with a knowing dimpled grin, including our kids into the subject as I glanced back at him.

"You know what, you're right." I sighed, laying down and flopping onto the bed besides him as I turned my head and smiled at him.

"Harry I'm, I'm sorry." I apologized in a hushed tone, blinking at him as he stared intently at my face before he shrugged.

"It's nothing, it never really worked out with Cynthia even from the start anyways." Harry reassured, sitting himself up as I stayed there, my eyes widening slightly in realization.

"Oh yeah right, right, you and Cynthia." I said, going along with the subject even if that's not what I meant as I sat up as well.

"The kids will really love this Nat, sure they'll miss a week of school but I don't think either of them will pass a trip to Hawaii, and after all this stress on them from both of our sudden divorces, it'd be good chance for all of us to just escape you know." Harry said with a small smile, looking slightly tired as I let out a content sigh and grinned.

"Yeah," I said, knowing that was true as I imagined the looks on Haz and Talie's faces when we tell them once we pick them up from Mandy and Carlos' house where they were currently at at the moment.

Not to mention a good chance to finally give Harry a well deserved overdue apology.

And I mean, what better way to deliver it then in the beautiful tropics of Hawaii, right?

"Hey, you said the kids were sleeping over at your sister's house tonight right?" Harry suddenly asked in a slow voice, snapping me out of my thoughts as I turned my attention to him.

"Yeah, why?" I asked.

Harry only sent me a small mischevious smirk in response.

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"Never have I ever sucked Aaron's dick." I smiled with a raise of my hand, both my cheeks and Harry's flushed from intoxication as we sat criss crossed on his kitchen floor, empty discarded red cups littered around our slumped relaxed bodies and two bottles of whiskey between us.

"Well I've never sucked Aaron's dick so..." Harry laughed out in a goofy voice, bringing up a cup of alcohol and bringing it to his lips as I chuckled, watchig him tilt his head, fascinated with the way his adams apple bobbed up and down.

"You're doing it wrong dumbass. You're supposed to drink when you did the thingy that I just said before." I slurred, crossing my arms pointing in different directions as Haray lowered his cup.

Aha, Harrayy...

Hooray for Harrayyyyyyyy......

"I said I never sucked Aaron's dick. Never said I didn't suck dick period." He countered with a slow lazy raise of his brow as my half closed eyes widened at his response.

We locked gazes, smirking at one another before we both burst into hysterical laughter, my cheeks hurting from smiling so much as he leaned into me, brushing his arm against mine while our drunk laughter filled the air.

"You'd probably be better at it than me." I said, clutching my stomach as he nodded, continuing to laugh.

"I probably would!" He chuckled, nudging me as our hysteria gradually calmed down until we were just stupidly smiling at one another.

"Okay, okay, never have I ever told my recent ex-spouse a cheesy joke." Harry claimed with raised hands as my jaw dropped.

"No..." I trailed off in disbelief as he nodded in confirmation.

"Telling jokes just wasn't the same. Cynthia didn't laugh like you always did- wait, why are you taking a drink? You've told Aaron cheesy jokes?" Harry asked in bewilderment when he saw me downing one of the red cups, pointing at me as I nodded, trying to reply but realizing I was still drinking as I spilled some of the beverage from my lips.

"It's so sad, I would tell Aaron cheesy jokes all the time just because it reminded me of you and I missed you so much!" I smiled, bringing my arms up in the air laughing.

"Oh my god that is sad!" Harry laughed along, copying my movements.

"You know what's even sadder?" He grinned, reaching out and playfully pinching my cheek as I slowly blinked at him.

"What?" I asked, swaying slightly with a lazy grin.

"I have like a full stock of coconut scented candles in my closet that I light by my bedside to help me fall asleep so it's like you're still in bed with me." Harry said, breaking out into a fit of hysteria as I joined, laughing until my stomach hurt.

"We're so pathetic." I said, trying to stiffle my snickers as I covered my smile with the back of my hand as Harry nodded in agreement.

"I know." He cheered, erupting in a fit of giggles at my side.

"Okay let's get serious, let's get serious." I smiled, clumsily reaching out for his hands as we fumbled with our arms, both having trouble intwining out fingers in front of one another until we were grinning at each other.

"I'm serious." Harry whispered under his breath with a lopsided smile.

"Never have I ever, fell in love with anyone else but you." I said, my eyelids drooping and my breathing slow as I caught myself from falling sideways to the floor.

"Me?" Harry blinked in surprise, pointing at himself with a surprised grin as I nodded.

"Yes you." I said with raised brows, laughing lightly before I decided to let go of his hands and lay down on the floor, sprawling my body across the cold kitchen tiles as Harry copied me.

"Never have I ever, fell in love with anyone else but you." He told me, turning on his side to face me as my smile dropped at his words before I hit his arm.

"Don't copy me." I frowned.

"I'm not copying! I'm telling the truthss..." He insisted, making me turn on my side to see his sad face.

"You promise?" I asked, our faces so close that I could see the specks of light hazel in his green eyes while I brought my pinkie up for his as he nodded.

"I promise." He confirmed, taking my pinkie and intwining it with his causing the both of us to smile before we leaned forward and casually pecked each other's lips.

"Oh." We said in unison, blinking at eachother with wide eyes in surprise after what we did, Harry's face turning an even deeper shade of red before I finally remembered one thing...

How much I loved Harry's kisses.

We kissed again, short sweet little pecks before giggling and blushing as we huddled closer to eachother.

"I can't." Kiss. "Stop." Kiss. "Kissing you." Harry said with a laugh, talking between pecks as I kept my lips pursed for him.

"Muah." I sighed once I had grabbed his face and pulled him for a little lip action.

"Muah." He said, doing the same and copying me until we both smiled at eachother with red rosey cheeks, or well his were rosey I couldn't really see mine but they were warm.

"Hey what's that?" Harry suddenly asked with a slur, pointing at my stomach that was now exposed since my shirt had slightly lifted up as I peered down to what he was gesturing at.

"My stretchmarks. I got them when Haz came out of my vagina." I informed, running my hands over the scarred skin at the memory.

Harry looked at me in awe before leaned his head down, kissing my scars with a "muah" leaving his soft lips before he went back up to smile at me.

"Pretty." He said, pushing a strand of my hair away from my face as my lips turned upward with joy.

"Thank you." I yawned, trying to cover my mouth as he sent me a sleepy smile, rubbing at his eyes.

"I'm probably not gonna remember any of this tomorrow." He suddenly laughed, his voice sounding huskier as he positioned himself on his back.

"Same..." I agreed, feeling my eyelids become heavier by the second.

I caught a glimpse of Harry's well built body shiver slightly before he let out a small sigh.

"I'm cold." He informed with a pout.

Without thinking I went over and crawled on top of him until my small body was covering his as I rested my cheek against his warm broad chest, slowly inhaling in content.

"Better?" I asked, closing my eyes before I felt him let out a sigh of satisfaction, his toned arms wrapping around me and holding me close.

"Much better."