You ring the door bell, shifting your heavy purse from one shoulder to the other. The lock on the door turns, and Anne greets you with a bone crushing hug. She rushes you inside and guides you to the living room, where Olive and Harry sit on the carpet. 

You smile and look over to see that Anne also has a huge grin on her face, watching her son and granddaughter play. Harry sticks his tongue out to Olive, and her bubbly laughter fills the cozy space. You can't help but giggle at their silliness, which catches Harry's attention. 

"Hi," he whispers, the smile on his face fading as he realizes you are here to retrieve Olive. He regrets not wanting to be involved in Olive's and your life. How was he supposed to balance both his amazing but demanding job and a baby? He had his whole career ahead of him, and he couldn't let such an amazing opportunity go to waste. 

"Hi Harry." You make your way to the couch and sit down. At the sound of your voice, Olive becomes aware that her mommy is here and she comes rushing to you. 

"Hi mommy!" She hugs your legs with her tiny arms. 

"Hi Ollie," you reply. Before you can give her a kiss on her cheek, she is running as fast as her little legs can take her, back to where Harry is sprawled out on the floor. 

She gets right in his face and pushes her forehead against his. He takes her small body in his big hands and throws her into the air, catching her on the way down. You can not help but laugh as Olive asks Harry to do it again. Her contagious fit of joyous giggles soon filled the entire house, and everyone was laughing. 

As you watch the single most important person in your life so happy and accepting with someone who put you through incredible pain, it makes you wonder if you should have broken up with Harry in the first place. Harry took the blame for the break up because of his solo career, but truly, it was you who thought best for Harry to focus on music instead of trying to raise a baby at twenty three when he had his whole life ahead of him. 

Looking at the two of them now, you see how alike they truly are. When you had first met Harry, his hair was very curly and long. Now, three years later, his long locks are gone, but the soft curls still peak out from the base of his neck. Olive has those same bouncy curls that she twists with her fingers when she is tired. 

He is more mature. He looks wiser and older, but he still has that boyish grin and playful side to him. His handsome forest green eyes sparkle as he watches Olive sing while she plays with his ear. He tickles her tummy with his finger, and she turns into the Giggle Monster once more. 

Once Olive has calmed down, she crawls over Harry's legs and sits herself in his lap. She takes one look at him and pecks him on the lips. "I wuv you Hawee!" Your heart breaks with a pang of guilt, and you wish every day could have moments like this. 

Harry kisses her back on the cheek, and carefully lays her down next to him, before attacking her with raspberries. You hate to stop the lovely scene in front of you, but you have to get home before dark. 

"Alright Ollie, I think it's time to go babe," you chuckle at the pout both her and Harry make toward you. 

"No. I stay hewe." Her foot stomps the ground and her eyes start to water when you give her a challenging glare. You can not believe this is happening right now. You roll your eyes as Harry walks towards you and gets on his knees, folding his hands together, begging you. Olive sees this, and mimics Harry's actions. 

"I'll make sure they don't get into trouble," Anne chuckles as she looks on from the kitchen. 

"Please," Harry pleads, he has puppy dog eyes just like his daughter. 

"I mean I guess," you give in. 

"Yay!" Harry and Olive celebrate. 

"You hear that Ollie? Mummy's letting you, me and Grandma have a sleepover and then tomorrow we'll have a big yummy breakfast!" Harry spins Olive around the room and they laugh together. 

"Alright, so I'm gonna leave now," you gather your purse and head to the door. Anne gives you a reassuring hug and a kiss on the cheek. Harry comes to the door holding your most precious person in his arms. The sight of Olive's head resting on her father's shoulder warms your heart. 

"Bye my love," you gently push a strand of fallen hair out of her face, and stand on your tip toes to reach her smooth forehead where you plant a kiss. 

"I'll come get her tomorrow," you tell Harry. 

"Okay," Harry whispers, trying not to disturb Olive, who's eyelids flutter open and closed. 

"Y/N?" Harry asks as you are about to walk out the door. 

"Yes?"

"Thank you. For more than just letting her sleep here tonight." He explains. 

You give him a quick smile and he steals a kiss on your cheek. 

"Goodnight Harry." 

. . . 

A few hours later, and you still can't fall asleep. You feel uneasy not having your baby sharing the same wall as you. You groan in frustration, and get out of bed. 

You make your way down the hall to the living room where you find your phone and dial Harry. As the phone rings, you sit down in a chair. Your finger twirls a stray piece of thread from a pillow. 

"Hello?" Harry's groggy voice answers. 

"Hi," you whisper, becoming embarrassed that you called him. 

"Is something wrong?"

"No," You don't know what to say. You just felt the need to hear his voice. 

"Ollie's fine," Harry reassures you.

"I know she is. That's not why I called."

"Why did you?" Harry questions. 

"I don't know," you shrug your shoulders. There is a moment of silence, and all you can hear is Harry breathing into the phone. You imagine he is in bed at the moment, one hand holding the phone to his ear and the other running through his disheveled hair. 

"She's right next to me," Harry starts.

"It's weird to have her sleeping right on my chest like I have been in her life forever. I've always wanted this, but there were too many things happening all at once. But now, my life has calmed down and I feel- more ready. Like I could actually be apart of her life and be one hundred percent committed." 

You take a moment to process those precious words you thought you might never hear. 

"I feel guilty," you admit vulnerably. 

"I know the feeling. I wish I could have been at least a little more involved." 

"I think, if you're ready, it's a good time to start you know, building a relationship with her as more than just 'Harry'," you speak through the phone. 

You hear Harry let out a shaky breath he had been holding in, before he whispers, "I think that is a very good idea." 

You smile at the thought of Harry being in Olive's life permanently. 

"What about you?" He questions.

"What about me?" You answer back.

"Will I be able to start rebuilding my relationship with you?" The questions makes your heart flutter, but you can't help but wonder is that is the best choice.

"I don't know Harry. I'll think about it."

"That's all I need to know." You hear shuffling on the other end of the line, and soon Harry is back. 

"Sorry, Ollie looked a little uncomfortable so I had to move her a little," Harry explains the slight commotion. You can only imagine the two of them snuggled up in Harry's little childhood bed together; Olive's chubby cheek pressed again Harry's warm chest. The thought made your heart melt. 

You yawn, and Harry notices. "I think it's time for bed," Harry plays. 

You give him a little chuckle. "Thanks for answering Harry. I was just having a little separation anxiety not having my baby in the next room," you explain. 

"Anytime." 

"Goodnight Harry, goodnight Ollie."

"Goodnight mommy," Harry replies. 

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