Eve POV

I wake up to small kisses on my face. My groggy eyes open and I look and see Harry hovered over me with a small grin.

He plants a kiss on my cheek and forehead causing me to smile. "Good morning,"

"Morning," I reply back with a yawn. "What time is it?" I ask.

"Eight." Harry says while stroking his fingers along my skin. My head presses against his chest and I let out a small deep breath. My legs are tangled with his and my arm is over his chest.

His lips touch the top of my head and his hand rests on my butt causing slightly shivers to rush up my back.

I lift my head off his chest a little and look to my boyfriend who has his eyes on me.

"Can you promise me something?" I ask.

"Depends on what it is," A small, amused grin goes on his pink lips.

"When we do start having sex, can you promise our whole relationship won't be based on it?" I ask. My biggest fear is that he'll be more interested in having sex than being with me like how we've been now.

"I promise you," Harry leans down and kisses me. "If you can't tell by now, I'm not with you for the sex," I chuckle at what he says.

"The amazing sex we have now you mean?"

"Yeah totally." We both end up laughing. My head goes back to resting on his chest. His arms lace around me and his chin rests on the top of my head.

Thanksgiving is next Thursday and I asked Harry what he does every year and he said nothing. He told me he usually works every Thanksgiving and gets take out for dinner.

I was thinking we should have a joint Thanksgiving at our apartment and invite both of our families, since they haven't met yet.

I'm scared to suggest that to Harry because he doesn't like his family much. Or at all. All I need is him to get pissy at me again.

***

We get to his Mom's house on time. Harry was purposely driving slow because he wanted to stall. But, we still got here the time we were supposed to.

Anne greeted us at the front door with a wide smile and happy eyes. Harry pulled off a fake smile to please his mother.

I wish he told me more about their relationship besides he doesn't like her. I feel like there is more to it, but I'm not going to ask.

I look to Harry who's staring around his old childhood house.

Anne excuses herself to go check on dinner. I stand in front of Harry who remains silent and looks unamused at anything happening.

"Is the house the same as when you were a teenager?" I ask.

"A little," Harry answers. He doesn't tell me what's different or what remains the same. I just nod and awkwardly fidget with my fingers.

I know he doesn't want to be here, so I don't know why he is.

Anne comes back from the kitchen with a smile still on her mouth. She looks happy that Harry came today. Just by her reaction from seeing him at the door, you can tell she's trying and wants a relationship with her son.

"Harry, why don't you show Eve around? If you remember where some things are." His Mom offers.

"Sure," His green eyes look to me and I stare at him.

He starts upstairs. I follow behind.

Harry stops at the second door and slowly opens it.

Harry POV

Looking at the bedroom that I used to call mine is weird.

Everything remains untouched and the way I left it years ago. My bed is even still unmade from when I last slept in it.

I look at my dresser where I see an old photo of Jane and I. We were in the cafeteria at our high school and Liam took the photo for us. I smile while looking at this old photo of when we were together. Seeing her face is refreshing and something I'm not used to seeing lately.

"I'll give you a minute," I hear Eve comment from the doorway. She hasn't walked in or said a word since we got upstairs.

Before I could say anything Eve disappears and goes back downstairs.

I put down the picture frame and look around. It's like walking through memory lane. I have different posters on my walls from old bands I liked to listened to as well as some pictures of my friends and I at parties.

I let out a small sigh and exit my room.

I stop and stare at the room across from me. The door is closed and I wonder if anyone has been in it.

I slowly open the bedroom door and look and see Jane's room is still untouched.

Her bright yellow walls still remain and I just let everything sink in.

Her room was always been neat and looks untouched. Even when we lived together she was always clean and organised.

Her flower throw pillows remain on her bed that has her white blanket that never kept her warm. There were nights where she'd sneak into my room and sleep beside me so she'd stay warm. I never minded of course. I loved sleeping beside her.

I sit down on her bed and just let everything sink in. Just sitting in her room and looking at all the things she used to love makes my eyes sting. I miss her so much, and just being in her old bedroom makes me miss her more. 

I wipe my eyes and stand up.

I miss my wife.

***

Eve is in the living room with Gemma's kids, Carly and Robbie. They're playing a board game while Gemma and I "catch up".

They both seemed to miss Eve more than they did me. Carly didn't even say hello to me first. She just ran up to Eve and hugged her. I wasn't offended or anything, it was a cute sight to see.

"So," My sister starts. "Eve is good with kids."

"Yeah," I say. I look back to my sister who has hinting eyes.

"Do you want more kids?" Gemma asks.

"No," I answer honestly. "Do you?"

"Yeah, but we're not talking about me," She brushes off my topic change. "You don't want kids again?"

"No," I repeat.

"Does Eve know?"

"We never talked about anything future related. If she did I would tell her I don't want kids," I say.

My sister's eyes scowl at me. "What if she wants kids?"

"We'll cross that path when it comes," I hum. "Why do you want to know?"

"Because I want nieces and nephews to spoil," Gemma grins.

"You can't spoil your kids?" I ask with a chuckle.

"It's different," She shrugs. "You don't even have to carry the kind for 9 months. Why don't you want one?"

"I'm going to get some water," I find myself saying. Gemma shakes her head at me and rolls her eyes back.

I walk away from my sister and let out a deep breath.

A://N

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