Jane

Harry seemed down for a few weeks. As he began working again he would come home and spend a lot of time with the kids. At night he wanted to be held and would sometimes cry himself to sleep.

I had somehow managed to get Desmond's main vineyard number where he and his wife lived.

I told Harry, who stared at the paper for a long time. He couldn't bring himself to call and I understood why. Fear of rejection.

He would only smile when he was playing with Daisy or the twins. He'd lay on his stomach and have the baby on their playmat and kiss their tummies.

"Who's tummy is that? I'm gonna eat that cute tummy." Harrison would giggle as Harry would nibble on his stomach. He would give them all baths and sing while he washed their toes and the little rolls of baby fat. "Violet you have the most beautiful brown eyes like mommy." She'd giggle too.

At night when they'd all be asleep he would walk in and lay beside me and think too much. Today he did just that and sighed. "I need you."

"Okay, how about I distract you a little hmm?" He looked at me as I stood up to close our door. We had the baby monitor right by our bed so we didn't need the door opened all the time. I took off my shirt and underneath I had worn something a little sexy. He smiled at my red lace bra and matching panties. "Will you make love to me?" He smiled.

"Mhmm, come here." I crawled up the bed to kiss him.

He put his arms around me and deepened the kiss. We began making out on the bed, tongues intertwined and hands lingering over our bodies.

I began to get very turned on as his tongue massaged against mine. We haven't had sex since I gave birth so I was a bit scared. Luckily I was prepared already.

"Baby you need to get me ready for you." I stood and walked over to our closet to bring the charged vibrator, some lube, and condoms. He chuckled taking off his shirt.

"Lay down and I'll take care of you." I nodded laying back on the pillows. He turned on the toy and made a face. "Jesus no wonder people use these." I giggled.

He laid between my legs and kissed my thighs, sucking on the inner side. He ran his hand in between my legs, pressing a kiss to my center.

"Mm, Harry." I moaned. He turned on the vibrator and began massaging over my panties. I gasped moaning at the sensation. I bit my lip trying not to be too loud as he turned the setting up. He took off my panties and did the same thing again, but this time it was more intense. Using the lube he rubbed it over me, finding my clit. "Baby!" I cried out.

"Feels good?" I nodded. "I'm going to make you feel good, I promise."

"Okay." As he found my entrance he slowly pushed the toy inside of me. I gasped feeling a bit uncomfortable. Nothing painful, but it was like my body was scared of what was to come. I could feel myself getting tense until he gently soothed me with his hand on my inner thigh.

After a minute did I start to feel the pleasure of it. I was craving more, I needed him inside of me.

"You're doing so good baby girl, so amazing. You want me to make you feel better?" I nodded quickly. He slowly pulled the toy out, placing it aside. He sat up pulling himself out.

Grabbing my hand he wrapped it around his cock for me to get him harder. I spit on my hand and moaned as I touched him. After a minute he put a condom on with more lube and adjusted between my legs.

"You tell me if it hurts okay, I want you to feel good my love, okay?" I nodded watching him as he slowly pushed into me. It stung for a minute, but the sting of the stretch begins to fade after a moment. He began slowly thrusting into me.

"Do I feel good?" I moaned. "Does my pussy still feel good?" I pouted.

"So good baby, fuck I wish I could feel all of you instead of this condom around me. Your pussy feels so good." He kissed me as he began moving a little faster.

"It feels really big." I looked into his eyes. "I want it harder." He nodded kissing me. "Baby!" I mewled.

He held my hands in his above my head as he laid on top of me almost all the way to get closer. "Call me daddy." He said to me making me clench around him. "Oh fuck me."

"Mmm daddy." I moaned as he moved faster. "Slow down daddy I want it to last." He nodded laughing a bit. "So happy for some lovin'." I teased

"I got excited, doll, sorry." I kissed him and put my arms around his neck. "Tell me how deep you want me to go?" He kissed my neck.

"So deep daddy, I want you to fill me up." His thrusts slowed down but he angled me to be able to push in all the way and pull almost all the way out before doing that over and over again.

He picked up the vibrator and looked between us to place it on the high right on my clit.

"Hold it there so you can cum." I nodded doing as he said. I began to feel my body react to all the stimulation. My toes curled and my jaw dropped.

"You're gonna make me cum daddy." I gasped. "I want you to cum in my mouth."

"Ask daddy if you can cum first." He said in a deep voice. Authority and dominance dripped in his voice pushing me closer to the edge.

"Can I cum, please? It feels so good!" My hips began to jerk up from the sensation. "Harry!" He stuck his fingers in my mouth.

"Shh baby, you can cum, suck on daddy's fingers so you're not too loud." I nodded sucking on his two fingers as my body let go. My body reacted to the vibrator and I came hard, squirting between us. "Oh god, you are so fucking hot when you do that for me." I giggled sucking his finger. "You want to cum again princess, so sensitive, I bet you can cum quick."

"Yes!" He nodded fucking into me full speed. I gasped as he grabbed my legs and literally fucked me into the bed. I had one hand using the vibrator to massage my swollen sensitive clit while the other was in my mouth as I sucked on my own fingers to stay quiet.

"Look at my sexy girl taking my cock. Tits bouncing, sucking on her fingers. Such a bad girl getting fucked hard?" I nodded.

"Yes!" I cried out as my pussy began throbbing. "Oh shit! Can I cum please!"

"Hold it." He leaned in again. "Fucking hold it for me." He leaned down to kiss me hard while fucking me into my second orgasm. He waited until I was practically in tears until he finally let me finish. "Cum baby." I immediately let go and felt my hips jolt as I came again. I tossed the toy aside and looked at him in his eyes.

"Oh my god! Fuck you, Harry!" I suddenly slapped him. "Fuck me." He began ramming into me at such a fast speed, his eyes rolling to the back of his head. I felt him throbbing so I told him to pull out and cum in my mouth. He pulled out and crawled up my body ripping off the condom and tugging on himself.

"Open your mouth for me." I did as he said, watching as he came in my mouth. When he finished he smacked the wall behind us. "Fuck let me see it." I showed him the cum, closing my mouth to swallow. "Oh shit." He groaned as I leaned in to suck every last drop off of him.

"Thank you, daddy." He smirked.

He laid down beside me and pulled me in to hold me and kiss me. "Why did you slap me?" He put his head down in between my boobs.

"Because you made me cum hard twice." I shrugged. "I'm sorry, are you okay boo bear?" He chuckled lifting his head up.

"Yeah, I'm okay. Are you okay, I meant to go slow but, I couldn't. We aren't meant for slow shit." I ran my thumb under his lip as I cupped his jaw nodding. "Just give me a minute."

Both of our heads dropped as we caught our breaths.

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After a while, I sighed looking at Harry. A cuddle and drink of water later, his breathing slowed down and he began to think too much again.

"I worry about you Harry, sometimes you look lost and confused. I can't lose you to all of the things that are happening." Still laying on top of me he groaned laying his head in between my boobs, motor boating them. "Harry! I'm being serious."

"I don't know what you want me to say, baby, I'm trying to distract myself, but I feel pain in my heart. I feel lied to and annoyed because for seventeen years I thought my dad was dead. I thought he choked to death and died this crook. But he's out there living life, probably has a boat and takes vacations with his family." He shook his head.

"I feel guilty for looking him up." He let out a dry laugh.

"Don't, you did what I couldn't do. There were so many times I wanted to look for where he might be buried and go there to give his ass a piece of my mind." He smiled slightly. "I'm going to do it, Jane, I'm going to talk to him and give him a piece of my mind."

"Really? We can call right now?" He nodded standing up quickly he grabbed his wallet and pulled out the number. He put the number in his phone and pressed talk. The number was from Italy so we waited for a moment.

"I can't do it." He handed me the phone. I looked at him and was about to say something when they answered.

"Ciao, come potrei aiutarti?" Oh, god summers with Aunt Linda and my godfather Tony better have paid off as a kid.

"Ciao, voglio parlare con Desmond Cooper?" There was a pause.

"Posso chiederti chi sta chiamando?" I made a face.

"I'm sorry do you speak English my Italian is bad?" I asked the woman.

"Of course, may I ask who's calling?" I looked at Harry who shrugged.

"I'm the wife of his son." There was a pause.

"Please hold." Music began playing and Harry looked at me weird.

"I always forget you're like half Italian?" He said surprised.

"I only know the basics." I shrugged covering my chest. We were still naked.

The waiting music stopped and someone answered the phone. "Mel is that you, I thought you and Des were in New York?" I gasped.

"Desmond?" I asked.

"Yes, is this Melanie?" He sounded confused.

"No my name is Jane, Jane Styles," I said carefully.

"Styles? My son- is- wait... are you calling me about... H-Harry?" I looked up and Harry stood walking to the bathroom. I knew he couldn't handle this. "I-I don't q- why are you calling? Is he alright?"

"I- Harry wanted to see if you were actually alive?" I could hear Harry vomiting in the bathroom. "I can see that you are, he needed to know."

"Oh god, I was hoping this wouldn't happen." He sighed. "I looked for him and Gemma. I was sick and I went back and suddenly he was in jail and his sister and mother weren't in Holmes Chapel. What was I supposed to do?" I didn't know how to answer.

"Why would your wife say that you were dead?" He sighed.

"Is Harry there, let me speak to him?" I could hear Harry coughing and the water turn on. "Better yet, I'll fly to England tonight and we can meet."

"We don't live in England, we live in California," I told him. He took a deep breath.

"What part of California?"

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I stood in the twin's rooms changing Violet into a little dress that used to belong to Daisy. My chunky baby was already wearing a size for three months.

Harrison laid beside her moving his arms around in his cute little button up. "Okay, we're all cute and handsome because today daddy is seeing his father for the first time in twenty years." Harrison looked at me. "I know bubs that's crazy huh?" Violet kicked her legs. "I know pumpkin don't look at me like that."

"Mommy I'm ready?" Daisy said behind me. I turned and she was all dressed with her little curls in pigtails.

"Toots you look beautiful, where's your daddy?" I picked the babies up and she told me to follow her. As I walked into her room Harry was sitting on the floor with his head between his knees. "Baby, I know you are having regrets of inviting him here, but he's already on his way, will you please put on a shirt and help me feed the kids."

The other night I was about to tell Desmond it was best to not come, but then Harry grabbed the phone as fast as he could and told him he wanted to see him. He sent him the address and his father was actually on his way here.

"Please tell me your sister is coming to be a buffer?" I nodded.

"Yes, and she can watch the kids if things get heated," I told him. "Which they won't Harry because we have-"

"-self-control." He answered standing up to take the kids.

As I checked on dinner in the oven I heard the doorbell ring and luckily it was Phoebe. She was dressed nicely as I asked her to.

"Ugh, I love drama." She said walking into the kitchen. "How crazy is this?" I looked at her shaking my head.

"Father comes back from the dead and is rich with a new son, sounds like a soap opera." I shook my head setting the table. I had cleaned and made dinner and now I was checking my hair. The doorbell rang again, I looked at Phoebe. "Go watch the kids and I'll call you out when to bring them." She nodded. I walked to the door and Harry stood by the hallway.

"How do I look?" He asked nervousness in his voice.

"Like a man who's about to be respectful and have dignity. You are better than him, Harry, keep that in mind." Harry nodded walking towards the kitchen. I opened the door and a man stood there. He was tall like Harry, older obviously, with green eyes. Harry looked like his mom, but a lot of his features came through in the man in the suit.

"Jane?"

"Yes, Desmond, come in." I moved aside and he walked in. "Nice to meet you." He shook my hand.

"Oh, you have a beautiful home, very lovely flowers in your garden." I smiled asking him if I could take his jacket. He looked down at his arm and handed me a bag. "Just a gift for having me here." I opened it and it was a bottle of very fancy wine.

"Thank you, please come on into the dining room, would you like a glass?" He nodded. As we walked through the kitchen we stopped as Harry stood there. He cleared his throat.

"Harry." He looked at him. Harry had his shirt tucked into his nice pants and the sleeves covering his arms. He walked over and stuck his hand out.

"Yes, nice to see you." Desmond looked like he wanted to hug him but shook his hand instead.

"Why don't you two have a seat and I'll get the food." They nodded both scratching the back of their heads at the same time. I walked to the room and the twins were asleep. Daisy was sitting with Phoebe on her phone. "Okay, Daisy you are about to meet someone, be nice okay." She nodded.

"Is he daddy's dad?" I nodded. "Do I have to call him grandpa?" In Daisy's eyes, her papa Robin was her grandpa along with my dad.

"You can if you want, or you can call him by his name." She nodded. Phoebe grabbed the monitor and followed me helping me bring out the food and wine glasses.

I brought a pitcher of iced tea and walked in to see the two of them sitting in silence. You could cut the tension in the room with a knife.

Phoebe introduced herself and sat beside him on the other side of the table. Daisy walked in and Desmond smiled. "Oh hello, who's the little one?"

"My daughter," Harry stated. "Daisy, say hi." Daisy walked over and gave him a hug.

"Nice to meet you." She smiled. Always polite that little girl.

"It's very nice to meet you, how old are you?" He asked.

"Five." Desmond smiled pinching her cheek. She sat down beside me as I poured a glass of wine for everyone except Harry.

"She looks like Gemma at that age." Harry chuckled nodding. "I brought our specialty wine from our vineyard in Italy, do you like wine Harry." Harry cleared his throat.

"I- sure I'll have a glass." I looked at him. "It's fine." I poured him a little and served everyone. Dinner was quiet until Phoebe decided to cut the tension.

"So Desmond, how are the grapes?" He chuckled.

"Well, how's the wine?" She laughed. Harry took a sip of the wine and nodded putting his glass down. "So how long have you two been married?"

"Five years last February." Harry held my hand.

"Well, congratulations." I thanked him, taking a bite of food.

"We just had twins a couple of months ago, their sleeping right now." He smiled big.

"Twins, quite a handful," I told them their names and he looked impressed. "Harrison, such a strong name for a small baby." I couldn't help but notice Harry was pouring a second glass.

Dinner passed and I decided to tell Phoebe to take Daisy to the other room. I took a sip of the wine and cleared my throat. "Desmond, I have to address the elephant in the room. Firsts things first." I grabbed the wine glass out of Harry's hand. It was his third glass "Harry is a recovering alcoholic and didn't want to be rude, but I really need him to stop." Harry looked down, clearly disappointed in himself.

"I had no idea, how rude of me," I told him not to worry about it. "I know you must have a lot to say to me, so just say it, Harry." He gulped. "I can take it."

Harry sat in silence for a moment thinking as his mouth opened and closed.

"Every problem in my life, I've been able to track back to you." Desmond nodded but never looked down. "You beat the shit out of my mum, out of Gemma, and of me." He took a deep breath.

"Yes, I did. I'm sorry." Harry shook his head. Five years without alcohol had made him tipsy after three glasses.

"Why? Why did you do that you piece of shit?"

"I don't have an excuse Harry, I was a piece of shit. I was a bad father, a bad husband, and a bad man." He took a deep inhale. "Harry-"

"Why did your wife say you were dead?" His hand came down hard on the table causing the glass to fall and break. "Why didn't you look for us!"

"Harry." He looked at me as if to say shut up.

"Why?!"

"I met Denise at a bad point in my life, Anne was pregnant with you and I was drunk all the time. When you were bigger your mother finally left and I left with Denise. I wanted to see you two but I was a fuck up. I didn't deserve your mum. I can't change the past, Harry." He looked down. "My liver shut down, I was hospitalized and I told Denise to send a letter I wrote because May was looking for me. I was a failure and I was dying so she sent it and then a miracle happened. A liver transplant came in and saved me. I went back to Holmes Chapel and your mum and sister were gone, I asked the school where you were and they looked at me with disgust." He shook his head.

"Because I was in jail." He nodded. Harry began to get sweaty so he began to unbutton his shirt and lift the sleeves of his black shirt up.

Desmond looked at his tattoos but stayed silent. "I looked and I couldn't find Gemma or Anne. I knew where you were and assumed you'd be in there for a long time. I never stopped looking I knew you were in there. I called every month for two years to make sure you were okay. One day you got out and disappeared without a trace. So then I gave up." Harry looked at me and sniffled. "Do you talk to your mum and sister?"

"I went five years without talking to my mum. But we made up." Harry sighed wiping tears from his eyes. He looked down. "Gemma passed away when she was seventeen, so that's why you couldn't find her." I looked at Desmond who shook his head slowly.

"H-how?" Harry looked down and cursed.

"She committed suicide, she was in an abusive relationship. I almost killed the guy, and he sent me to jail. She was depressed and bullied and she ended it." Harry suddenly stood up and walked out of the room. Des sat there looking down at the empty glass.

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After an hour of nothing but silence, I had to force Harry to get off the bathroom floor. "I'm not asking you to forgive him, I'm asking for you to go out there and say what you feel. This is an opportunity to do what you said you wanted to do." He nodded standing. "Look at me, I love you."

"I love you too." He walked out to the back yard where Des was. I watched through the screen door as they spoke.

Harry

He had his back to me. I felt myself beginning to forget the speech I prepared in the bathroom. "Desmond." He turned to wipe his eyes.

"Say what you need to say, Harry." He sniffled.

I took a deep breath. "I don't need a father anymore. For years I needed you. I needed you to teach me how to ride a bike, but I learned that on my own. I needed you to teach me to drive, to shave, to play sports and to fix cars, but I did that on my own. I went to jail, I drank, I did bad shit, and then I cleaned up, I went to college, I found a beautiful woman, on my own. I didn't tell you to come here to makeup, I wanted to tell you that I did it on my own. So please, don't think you owe me anything, I just needed to get that out of my system."

"You're a grown man now, I'm proud of you." I shook my head.

"I don't need you to be proud of me. I have three kids and my wife, my family, a business and my own money! I don't need you to be proud!" He sighed looking at the sky.

"You are so damn stubborn like your mother was." Something in me snapped the second he said that. I suddenly grabbed him and pinned him against the wall.

"You son of a bitch don't ever speak of my mother! I will fuck you up!" He looked down at me and shook his head.

"Is that what you want Harry? To fight me, do it!" He barked. "If that will get you to sit down and talk to me like adults fight me then!" I pushed my self back and shook my head.

"So you can arrest me?" I laughed.

"I wouldn't have my son arrested." He promised. "You want to fight me?" He began taking off his rings and watch. I had wanted to kick this man's ass since I was four. I pulled off my rings and watch and took off my shirt, it was expensive. He did the same wearing a white shirt underneath. I could see his own tattoos on his upper arms. I brought my fists up and swung at him. He quickly dodged it. "Come on fight me!"

"Fuck you!" I swung again quickly hitting his lip. He swung back and hit me pretty hard against my ribs so I got him in a headlock. We began fighting right there on the grass of my back yard. Desmond got in a few punches, but it was the blow to his nose that got him on the ground.

The back door opened and I heard Jane scream. "What are you doing!?" I fell back on the grass next to Desmond, tired from fighting.

"I told him to hit me." Des got up slowly, his face bleeding.

Jane looked terrified.

This obviously wasn't normal.

I kicked myself up and walked inside the house past Jane. I sat at the table and put back on my rings. He walked in and sat across from me. "You have ten minutes to talk," I told him wiping the blood off my mouth.

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Jane

I listened as the two talked in the kitchen.

Ten minutes turned into two hours.

The conversation started with Harry's childhood. He had a million questions and Des answered them. He talked about Gemma, his mom, his Aunt May.

Suddenly the conversation turned to me. I don't know how, but as I went to sit with Phoebe by the dining room entrance to listen they spoke about me.

"...she was like perfect you know. She had no baggage like me. I didn't want to end up like you and mum, yelling and fighting." Harry said.

"You're not like us, I can tell you love her a lot, and she loves you." There was a pause. "Your bird's quite the looker though."

"You have no idea." He chuckled. After another hour of them talking they had begun talking about Harry's business and how he ended up in California. "I was planning to leave but, it was always something holding me back for bad reasons. Then I met Jane."

"Did your mum ever meet someone?" Desmond asked suddenly.

"Yeah, they got married a few years ago," Harry replied.

"Good, she deserves happiness in her life. I took that away for a long time. I loved your mum, but we were on two different points in our lives. When she was pregnant, I wasn't willing to stop my life." He chuckled. "Your mum was very quick to hit me back. You know she pulled a knife on me?"

"Did she, did she get you?"Harry chuckled.

"The first two times she missed, but third times the charm." He laughed with Harry. "Right in the fucking shoulder, Jesus!"

"You deserved it!" Harry laughed.

"I deserved the first two as well." I decided to stand off the floor and walk into the room. The blood on Desmond's nose had mostly dried up and Harry's knuckles and chin had begun bruising.

"Desmond did you want the cloth to clean yourself?" He nodded as I handed him one. I wiped Harry's mouth and shook my head at him.

"Tell me, Harry, how many tattoos do you have?" Harry looked down and shrugged. "Do you want to see my favorite, my wife hates it." He suddenly lifted up his shirt, There on his chest was an old portrait of Anne. Underneath it was Harry and Gemma's name.

"I have Jane's name and lips tattooed on me." He pointed to his chest on the daisy flower was my name and on his collarbone are my lips. His father smiled looking at his phone. He had called a cab and it was waiting outside.

"Well, I have to head out." As we walked him out he looked at Harry. "I hope we can speak again Harry." Harry scratched his head. "Maybe I could introduce you to your half brother." Harry gulped.

"Maybe." He nodded.

As he drives away Harry sat down on the ground of the sidewalk and took a deep breath.

"I'm proud of you for talking to him and giving him a chance." He nodded crying. "Baby?" I sat beside him holding him.

"That son of a bitch has a hard face." He looked at his knuckles. "My hand hurts." I thought he was crying because of his dad leaving. I rolled my eyes.

"You know that I hate you fighting and angry-"

"I know I'm sorry."

"I hate that it turns me on." He looked at me and smiled. "You look so hot angry and sweaty. When you're punching stuff and your muscles are flexing." I bit my lip. "So strong."

"Jesus Christ, Jane, are you okay?" He laughed. "I didn't think it turned you on that much baby." I put my arms around his biceps. He flexed a little and I swear I was freaking out. "I needed to hit him, it made me feel better." I leaned my head against him with one hand hugging him. Harry's back was soft, unlike his chest where you can feel the small scars all over him.

"How are you going to explain your face to your daughter?" He sighed looking at me. "Come on let's clean you up." He stood with me to the house.

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Thanks for reading. Xx

-k