Eve POV

Harry is in bed with Avery on his lap. I have the list of all the things I need to do these two weeks, and I'm about to leave for the office.

"Remember you have to take your medicine after you eat," I remind Harry. "And you have to wait thirty minutes after you eat to take them," I add.

"You've told me six times," He says with a soft smile.

"Well, you easily forget," I mumble. "If you need me, my phone is on. I fed and changed Avery so she should be good for a while,"

"You said that five minutes ago," Harry says while looking up at me. "I'll be fine,"

"Okay," I murmur. "I'll be coming back around twelve anyways," I say. I lean down and kiss my daughters cheek.

Harry and I haven't kissed in a few days. We haven't talked about anything about our argument since the hospital. But, we both know we have things to talk through. I kiss Harry's cheek and give him a gentle smile.

"Have fun being me for two weeks," He says causing me to chuckle.

"I will," I murmur.

***

I sit at Harry's desk after our annual morning meeting. Since I am the "CEO" of the place for the time being, I had to talk about stuff. Liam helped me through it which I was thankful for. Harry had notes that I read off, but there was a lot missing.

He told me the password to his computer was AveryStyles1234. When he told me that, it was hard not to smile.

I log into his computer and look to the paper beside me.

Read emails, and reply to them with the given format in my documents depending.

That doesn't sound so bad.

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I want to die.

Actually die. What the hell are these emails about? How do I know which format goes with what?

The names for the formats are '1', '2', '3', and so on. And all the formats look the same when you open them. I read through the different formats, and to me, there is nothing different between all of them.

So, that didn't help at all.

I had to once again have Liam tell me which one is which. I don't know how Liam understands Harry's files names and which one is which, then again he was the CEO when Harry was home with me when Ava was a baby. Newborn baby that is.

I wrote notes for each template name so I know which one is which. Other than that, I'm having an okay time. At four o'clock is when I need to stop by Champs to talk to the construction workers.

I take my eyes off of the computer and let out a shrug. I rest my head on the desk and close my eyes for a while. My brain is pounding again my skull, and my eyes are tired from reading all of these professional emails. Do you know how many words I needed to google? A lot of fucking words.

I take my head off of the wooden desk and look back to the computer screen that I want to throw across the room.

How does Harry do this on his phone? Does he actually type it out? I'd want to die if I had to do that.

I click on the next email I need to answer and shrug loudly by how long it is. I pull up google in the next tab and tie my hair into a messy bun.

***

I haven't had a chance to go home because I had a meeting to go to at 1:30. I actually knew what to say during this one, which I was happy about.

I'm at Champs now and I see the door that was once glass is shattered, but has wood over it so no one can get in. I see the construction workers in the inside through the window.

One of them see's me and tells me to go through the back. I nod and walk around. Who would do this to a restaurant?

I enter Champs through the kitchen door and walk to where the main floor is. They all greet me with a firm handshake and a small smile. Harry told me to observe what is missing or broken.

Everything in the kitchen is still there, all of the tables are broken and the booths are all ripped, so we need to redo those.

"Okay," I start. "I want the floors to be totally redone, which you guys were going to do. Do you have any samples for the flooring you wanted to use?" I ask.

One of them shows me a book and tells me the one Harry wanted them to use. It's subtle and basic. I flip through the book and come across a light brown wooden color that matches the restaurant well in my opinion. "This type of wood is good," I say.

"Uh," Greg, one of the workers says. "Mr. Styles wanted this one," He flips back to the basic wooden floor color.

"I know, but I don't like it. And he put me in charge," I say with a gentle grin. "What color were the walls going to be painted?" They show me and I shake my head. "Since we have new floors, we need new colors, yes?" I go through the book and come across some that I like, and match. "Use these colors," I say. "Once you're going to paint let me know so I tell you what color to put where,"

"Are you sure?" Greg asks while looking at me. His green eyes are looking into mine and his eyebrows are furrowed.

"Yes," I say. "We need new tables, chairs, and booths," I bring up. I grab the other book and look. "These tables," I point, "Those chairs," I add, "These type of booths,"

"You're redoing everything Mr. Styles wanted," The main worker warns me with a raised eyebrow.

"I know," I say. "But, we're redoing Champs, not revamping the same things that were here before. Any questions?" I ask.

"No," The six of them all say.

"Okay, good. Once the floors are done, call me. Order everything asap because he wants everything done in two weeks. Sounds good?" I ask with a smile.

"Yep," Greg answers for them.

"We also need the door redone, of course," I bring up.

"Already on it," Joseph, a different worker says. I check my watch and see it's six thirty.

"I'll see you guys in a few days then. Thank you," Those are the last words I say before I leave. I'm excited to see how the restaurant turns out.

***

I'm home now.

I'm eating dinner with Harry and Avery. He feeds our daughter as we both eat. She giggles every once and a while which makes me smile. I can't believe she's turning one soon. This year has went by so fast.

"Did everything at the office go okay?" Harry asks me. His green eyes glance over at me and his teeth grazes over his bottom lip nervously.

"Yes, everything went perfectly," I say. Minus the fact that I wanted to slam my head against the wall every five minutes when I saw a new email pop up.

"Any problems?" He asks.

"Nope," I lie. I figured out my problems though with Liam's help, so that's all he needs to know.

"Okay," I know it's killing him that he can't work. "What was wrong with the restaurant?"

"Things that I took care of," I say. I know if I told him the truth his heart rate will increase a lot again. "How was your day?" I change the topic.

"Boring," Harry says to me. He kisses the top of Avery's head. "Hanging out with Ava wasn't boring, just staying at home the whole day was,"

"You'll get used to it," I hum.

"I don't want to get used to it. I like working," He murmurs.

"You'll live," I say with a gentle smile.

"Anything I need to know about the office?" Harry asks. I shrug at his words and look to him.

"No, Harry," I say again. I place my fork into my mouth and chew the chicken Anna made for dinner. I wipe the sides of my daughters lips that have some of her baby food stuck there.

I'm excited to show Harry the restaurant. The things he picked out were good, but basic. I think he's going to like it.

***

We're in bed now laying down.

Harry is on his side of the bed, and I'm on mine. The room is dark and all you hear is the ceiling fan spinning. My eyes stare up at the fan and I watch it. I soon get very dizzy and look away.

I glance to Harry who's staring at the ceiling as well. I see his thumbs fiddle and he looks concentrated. I look away from him and lay on my side. I bring the blankets to my chin and close my eyes.

Avery is in her room sleeping. She doesn't wake up during the night at all, which is different. It's a rare occasion when she cries in the night.

I screw my eyes shut and try to force myself to sleep even though I'm far from tired.

I feel Harry's body against my back and his arms hook around me. His head rests on my shoulder and my teeth bite my bottom lip. "I don't like sleeping so far away from you," He murmurs against me.

I relax my body into his and rest my hand on his. I feel his lips touch my cheek making a faint smile go on my mouth. Our legs overlap and I feel more comfortable and safe in this position now. "Goodnight," Harry says.

"Goodnight," I reply.

A://N

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