Eve POV

It's November now and the weather has gotten colder.

It's Wednesday night and I'm out to dinner with my friend, Kris, who I haven't seen in a while. Since I got my full time position at the publishing office, I haven't been able to hangout with Kris as much as I'd like. But, I assume that's what adulthood is like. 

"So," Kris starts. I sip my Pepsi and look at my friend. "How are you and Harry doing?" 

"Uh, I think good." I answer. 

"That's good," She smiles. "Is he still acting like how he was before?" 

"No," I say. "He's changed, but in a good way of course." 

"Do you see a future with him?" 

"Define future." I bite my lip. Kris chuckles a little.

"Marriage, kids, growing old together, that sort of stuff." Her voice is perky and happy.

"I mean, yeah. But, I don't want to bring up any of that stuff since we've only been dating for nine months." I also don't want to bring it up because I don't know if he wants kids. I'd rather not start that conversation with him. And we also haven't even said the L word yet, which is fine I assume. 

"He's almost thirty though," Kris reminds me.

"He's turning twenty nine in February. And I'm turning twenty five next month. I also don't want a baby and married now." I pause for a moment to sip my drink. "Anyways, how are you and Travis?"  

"Swell," She grins happily. Her and Travis have been dating for four years now. I don't care much about him. He's a quiet dude that doesn't like me. I can just see in his eyes that he doesn't like me much. "Tomorrow night his parents are coming over for dinner. So that should be fun." They also live together.

"Do you like his Mom?" I ask curiously.

"Yeah, she's a wonderful woman," Kris stops for a moment. "I kinda want to get married now." She brings up out of no where which causes my eyes to widen.

"Why?" I ask curiously.

"I don't know," My friend says with a shrug. "I just want to take our relationship to the next level." 

"The next level is a promise ring," I say causing her to roll her eyes at me. I grin humorously.

"I don't want a promise ring," Kris pauses. "I mean, if he'd give me one I'd wear it, but I want an engagement ring." Travis is twenty six, Kris is twenty five. 

One of the reasons why I don't really like Travis is because he's John's best friend. I personally think Kris can find someone else. But, I'm not one to judge a relationship. 

"Have you talked to him about it?" I ask.

"No," She huffs. "I'll just wait. At least the sex's good." I shake my head at my friend who loves to talk to me about her sex life. I don't mind, it's funny to hear about oddly. 

"I'm glad?" My eyebrows furrow. I don't know how I should respond to that.

"Are you having good sex Eve?" Kris asks me.

"I'm having no sex," I say causing her eyes to widen.

"Still?" 

"Yeah," I say causally. 

"Are you guys waiting?" My friend asks me. She sips her drink that's almost empty.

"Not purposely," I say. "I'm not in a rush." I add. I finish off my Pepsi and put it near the end of the table. I rest my hands on my lap.

"Have you talked to a therapist about what John did to you?" Kris asks me timidly.

"No," I say. "I probably should have, but I can't afford it. But, I think I'm better now. Well, a form of better. I don't get panic attacks when someone drops a pan." I smile weakly.  

"Speaking of John, how many years is he in jail?"

"Four years." I say. "But he can be let on uh, parole if he does well in there," I murmur.

"What the fuck?" Kris has wide eyes now. "What did he get charged for?"

"Breaking an entering three times, "Spousal abuse", harassing, and stalking." I list.

"Not for him raping you?" She whispers the word 'rape'. 

"I couldn't prove that he did rape me," I say. "The only way I got the court to believe he hit me was when I was pregnant and he beat the shit out of be until I had a miscarriage. The doctors office had to take X Ray's and shit on me because I was all bruised." 

"How many years would he do if you could prove he raped you?"

"Another four," I say. I let out a deep breath. 

"I hate the law system." Kris huffs.

"You're telling me," I sigh.

I wish I did say something sooner than waiting two years. If I did he would've been in jail before all of this. But it's always his word against mine. I'm just glad that after this he won't be a cop anymore, so he won't know all of my private information.

I change the topic to something more happy. Talking about John only makes me feel more upset with myself.

***

I get home around 10. 

I place my keys in the bowl near the front door and I slip off my shoes. My feet are fucking killing me.

I kneel down and pick up my converse and walk to my bedroom. When I walk in, I see Harry sitting on the corner of the mattress on the phone. 

His green eyes look to me and he smiles gently. I smile back and place my shoes near my dresser. I pick out my pajamas's for the night and rest them on the mattress. Before I get changed I go to the bathroom to remove the little make up I wore today. 

I moved in with Harry two weeks ago. I enjoy living here again. His apartment is more spacious and comfortable. I mean, he could use some throw pillows, but I don't want to push my boundaries. 

When I exit the bathroom I see Harry laying down on the bed. His phone is still pressed against his ear and he looks bored and bothered. When he talks he sounds annoyed.

I start changing into my clothes which consist of a white tank top and blue pajama pants that have little white elephants on them.

After I get changed I lay beside Harry who is rolling his eyes at whomever he's talking too. I assume it's something work related. 

"Okay, yeah sounds fine. I'll talk to you later." Soon he hangs up the phone, and lets out a shrug.

"Work?" I ask my boyfriend.

"No, it was my Mother." I widen my eyes at him and shake my head. "What?"

"That's your Mom, Harry."

"I told you I don't like her." He reminds me. I sigh I tie my hair into a messy bun. 

"What did she want?" I ask.

"Two weeks from now she's having dinner at her house and invited us. We're not going, I'll cancel a few days before." I tilt my head at him.

"Why can't we go?"

"I don't like her house. It isn't relaxing to me and I hate being around her." Harry lists. 

"Can we go?" I ask. 

"Eve-" I cut him off and pout. 

"Please?" I ask. His eyes soften at me. 

"Fine." I grin and lean in and kiss him. Family is important to me, and I don't want him to hate his Mom.

"Speaking of family, um, would you mind if I invited my family over for dinner one night?" 

"Of course not." Harry says. His fingers play with mine.

"Is  this Saturday good?" I ask.

"Yeah." He grins at me and I smile back. "How was hanging out with Kris?" 

"Good, I had fun. I feel like a blimp though." I rest my hand on my stomach and sigh.

"Why?"

"I had a big quesadilla." I say. "It was good, but now I feel like a swollen mess." 

"You look perfect to me," Harry grins at me. I nudge him a little. "Just have a green juice in the morning."

"I'll pass on the grass smoothie," I say. He laughs at what I said, causing me to smile a little. I sit up to get under the covers, and he does the same. 

I look back to Harry who's staring at me. I straddle his lap causing his dimples to appear on his semi rosy cheeks. I poke one of them making my fingertip disappear a little. His hands fall to my waist and his eyes meet mine. 

"Eve?"

"Yes?"

"Why do you wear a bra to bed?" He asks me curiously.

"I find it uncomfortable to go to bed without one," I admit. 

"Interesting." Harry says. His thumbs draw small circles on my lower back causing small tingles to rush up my spin. "Why is it uncomfortable?"

"I sometimes sleep on my stomach. I'm putting weight on my boobs and that hurts. And when I lay down they go to my neck," I list.

"That seems fun to watch though," Harry jokes making me nudge him. He snickers to himself.

His hands slowly go further down my back then he stops. I look at Harry who smiles softly. "If you want to put your hands on my butt, you can." I say causing him to laugh. I shake my head at him. 

"I just didn't want to put them there without asking, and I didn't want to come off like I assume you'd let me. But I'd feel weird if I asked." His hands are on my butt now and a smile is on his lips. 

"I said before you can," I say.

"I know. I'm just weird." Harry kisses me. "You have a nice butt," He compliments.

"So do you," I say with a soft grin. 

"You look at my butt?"

"Yeah, it's perky." Harry just shakes his head and rests his head on my shoulder. His lips kiss my collarbone and he works up. They're playful kisses that make me smile. His lips feel nice against my skin. It's oddly relaxing as well.

His hands hold mine now and his his eyes look into mine. He leans in and kisses me. It's a quick kiss, but long enough for it to mean something. 

"I just uh, want to say I love you," Harry says, which causes me to go silent. "If you didn't know I love you, now you do. I hope I've been showing you that I do, and not the opposite. If that makes sense, you know? I'm gonna stop talking now because I'm rambling, but you get the point, which is that I love you." 

"I love you too," I say back to Harry who's staring into my eyes. A smile goes onto his mouth and I lean in and kiss him. His hands grasp my cheeks and I feel him still grin against my mouth which makes my insides tingle with happiness. 

A://N

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