May POV

It's been a month.

Within this month Anne has been stable. She's not well though. I'm glad Finn doesn't notice.

Harry hasn't snapped at him since that one time. Whenever Finn is around he smiles and acts happy. When it's just us he's quiet and cold.

I miss my husband.

We haven't kissed in months.

We haven't cuddled in months.

Hell, we haven't been us in months.

It's like all that progress we made over the years is garbage and now it's back to square one.

My birthday is in a few days. Which also means our anniversary is soon.

I doubt we'll be doing anything this year for our anniversary. I also doubt he knows my birthday is in 5 days.

"How are you?" Anne asks me as we cook. Finn is taking a nap upstairs in his room here. He's been wanting cookies so we're surprising him when he wakes up.

Harry is home as always. He visits him Mom when Finn and I don't.

"Shouldn't I be asking you that?" I ask Anne.

"No, not everything is about me." She says while making a ball.

"Why are you making it into a ball?" I ask.

"To make it the perfect circle you make a ball, put it down and flatten it a little with your palm. It's an old trick my Mom taught me." I never thought about that. "But you don't want to press it down too thin, just enough."

"That's smart." I say.

"Very." She smiles warmly. "How's my son?"

"I don't know." I reply. My voice turns low. She sighs. "Whenever I try to talk to him he shuts me out."

"Typical Harry move." Anne says. "Do me a favour and don't pay attention to him." My eyebrows furrow.

"What?" I ask.

"Don't pay attention to him. Don't look at him, talk to him, or even notice him. That will get him to start opening up to you."

"How's that going to work?" I ask.

"He'll know you're mad and not putting up with him. I do that to Des and it works every time." I laugh.

"I'll try that." I say.

"I'm going to mention something really depressing but I know you can take it."

"Okay." I say. I look over to Anne.

"When I die, I want you to make sure Des isn't lonely. Like continue to bring Finn over and keep his mind off of things." Her eyes turn gloomy.

"Of course." I say.

"You know I've known him since I was 6?" Anne tells me. "We met in first grade and he was the only one who talked to me and wanted to be my friend." She smiles weakly.

"Really?" She nods.

"He was quite a charmer like Harry in high school. Des never dated of the girls he talked to though." Anne paused. "I mean hook up." I laugh.

"How did you guys start dating?" I ask.

"It was the end of sophomore year. We were at my parents beach house for the weekend and he told me he liked me for the longest time. Of course I didn't believe him. He flirted with every girl. I told him that and he said that was practice for me." I awe. "Since then we've been together."

"Seems like a wonderful story."

"Yeah, it kinda is." Anne says making me smile. "Not as great as yours and Harry's I assume."

"Ours is complicated, yours is cute." I say. Her head shakes.

"Fair enough." Anne says making me chuckle. "It's weird to be leaving Des." My heart pinches. "We still haven't grown that old yet. Yes, I'm quite old but not like super wrinkly skin type or needs canes old." My eyes sting. "If he uh in the future or whatever decides to find himself another wife make sure Harry knows that it's okay."

I see the sadness written on her face. "I will." I say. "Do you want Des to move on?" I ask.

"I want him to be happy. That's all a spouse wants for their other. If him being with a girl he likes after me makes him happy then I'll be okay. No one deserves to be lonely." I nod with a weak smile. "What are you and Harry doing for your anniversary?" She asks me.

"Uh, probably nothing." I say.

"Really?"

"I doubt he'll remember nor care to do anything with me." I say honestly. "Which is fine, I mean-"

"It's not fine, he's being an asshole." Anne argues. "Yes, he's my son and I love him but damn he's a pain in the ass." I chuckle. "Is it like living alone with him now?"

"I would say a roommate." I say. "I understand him being like this though.

"You shouldn't need to understand. He should just let you be there. He tries to be so independent and likes to close off his emotions from people. He's always had that issue after Lily, not to bring her up."

"No, you're fine."

"Can I ask how that doesn't irritate you?" Anne asks me.

"People talking about Lily?" She nods.

"I know she meant something to Harry and I know he has no closure with her death. I also can't be mad at a girl who used to love Harry and suddenly died. I mean, I don't know her. Weren't you guys close?"

"We were in a sense. We talked a lot and did stuff like this. She was a sweet girl, I just wish Harry would realise things happen for a reason."

"Lily dying happened for a reason?"

"It showed him loss and love." My eyebrows furrow. "You're here, aren't you?"

"That seems selfish to think Lily dying has something to do with me and Harry."

"Fate has it's own ways darling." We sit at the island. "Now, when my son stops being an ass hat, when are you going to have more babies?"

"I don't know." I say with laughter. "I don't think he wants to uh think about that now."

"Harry not thinking about sex? My God are we talking about the same person?" My eyes widen and I let a chuckle leave my lips. Anne grins. "I got to tease him for that for the time I have left."

"Was it that bad?"

"In my room, Des and I had a white board. On that white board, it had tally marks for every new girl Harry walked out in the morning."

"Oh."

"Good times." Anne says with a small sigh. "Then he met you and I had to throw the board away. I remember when you guys were still friends and whatever and he was looking into his mirror making sure he looked okay. He was asking me if he smelt bad and if he should change his shirt. It's was cute to see him care about that stuff."

"Really?" I ask.

"Oh yeah, he liked you and you never even knew it." I smile softly. "Things will get better between you guys. Just ignore him like what I said. In two days, he'll open up."

"What if he doesn't?"

"Slap him." Anne tells me.

"Slap him?" I question.

"Yes, slap him. I give you permission to slap him." I chuckle and she grins.

A://N

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