Harry

When I met Emily she was very loud and would call people out on their shit, it was my favorite thing about her.

She'd smile and flirt with me, leaning over her desk in our one class together in our last year of school.

When we would hang out, she would always want to come to my house and would stay until the mornings. My mum would get upset because she would stay in my room without permission.

One day I asked her if we could hang out at her place, she seemed scared, but after a few weeks of asking her, she finally agreed.

When I met her father, he didn't even want to shake my hand. Her mother said I wasn't allowed in the upstairs bedroom and after I left she came back to my house with a black eye. Her father was a raging alcoholic, and her mother was mentally abusive.

One night after she snuck out, we decided to go to a party where I lost her for a bit of time. At that time I was drinking a lot, problems with my own father caused me to smoke weed, drink and do the occasional line of coke. When I found Emily she was sitting in a bathtub, high off her mind on heroin.

This became a daily occurrence.

For months, almost a year, we would spend her parent's money on doing dumb shit. A few times I found her so high, close to overdosing. She'd lay there completely trashed with a needle beside her.

That was until she got pregnant.

I knew at that moment that we had to get our life in check and really had to learn that we didn't need our parents, all we needed was each other. In retrospect, we were just two kids, sick of listening to our parents.

The abuse continued with Emily, bruises, broken teeth, and even a few broken ribs. She told me when she was pregnant that she wanted to run away. We were on our way to my parent's house to tell them we'd be leaving. My dad would have been ecstatic I was going to be with Emily.

It was cold and had rained the day before, causing the ground to form black ice and cause our car to flip. The scare, along with the jolt pushing Emily against her seatbelt caused her to have a miscarriage.

That and the drugs still in her system.

We stayed in England for a while until after I graduated from college. She had already dropped out, saying that she would return eventually. After I graduated, I got a call from a few places in the states about a toy company that was looking for people like me for their shipping and sales department. I spoke to a man named Robert Edmunds who said that with the right guidance, I could be promoted in two years.

My mother told me to go and leave Emily behind, but I couldn't see her crying anymore. She had nowhere to go since her father kicked her out, so I told her to come with me to America. Something within that month before moving changed her into this brat. Nothing was right, and she kept bringing up any small thing she could.

Withdrawal made things so much worse.

The abuse got worse, and what makes my stomach sick is the fact that if it wasn't for Marlene, I would have stayed.

"Mr. Styles?" I looked up at the lawyer and noticed he had asked me another question.

Today was Emily's court date, no jury, just asking me a few questions about her mother and her growing up. She had just taken the plea deal of eight years and they wanted me to speak about her.

"Yes?" I said back to the lawyer.

"Do you believe miss Peterson is a bad person?" I looked at Emily who looked down at her hands. She hasn't looked at me once.

"No, no one is born bad, no one just becomes this way. I think she needs help, and even though I'm angry with her, and I'll never forgive what she has done to my family, I think she deserves to get help and grow." The lawyer nodded.

"Is there anything else you'd like to say, Mr. Styles?" The judge asked me. "This will be your last chance before Miss Peterson gets sentenced." I had a million things to say, I made a long list of every time she called me a name, every time she hit me, the problems she caused Oliver after he was born.

Something in me couldn't do it though, it was over and done with. When she gets out of jail, Oliver will be ten years old and by then I'll be able to explain all of this.

I pulled out a letter I wrote. I took a deep breath and began reading.

"Emily, you gave me my son, and for that, I'm thankful for you. You at one point were the love of my life and I know that the woman I felt these things for is still in there but you aren't what I need. I have changed as well so I know you and I would never be friends or civil enough to take care of the child we made together. His mother Marlene took you in when you were a few months pregnant, she still says she'd never hate you because you gave her a gift so precious to the world. But you also took something from her, and for that, I will never forgive you. I hope you find your peace and get the help you need." I set my letter down and looked over at her.

Her eyes looked up to mine for a moment. A single tear fell down her cheek as she nodded. "I'm sorry." She mouthed.

"Miss Peterson, do you have anything left to say." She looked at the judge and then back at me, shaking her head. I knew she wouldn't but it still hurt. "Alright then, Emily Peterson, this court sentences you to the maximum of eight years, with the chance of parole in six. You will receive mental health screenings and drug counseling. The court is dismissed." He smacked his gavel against the wood on his bench and I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding in.

With this over, I could go home to Marlene. But in two weeks I was back here in an actual courtroom for Addison's court date.

*

Marlene decided not to go to the court with the fear that she would get stressed and put our baby in danger. I arrived home and the smell of chocolate was strong in the air. But also the smell of banana and blueberries. I walked into the kitchen and raised an eyebrow as I saw Marlene pulling out a few trays of muffins and brownies. "Hi, baby, Oliver daddy's home!" She smiled at me.

She made muffins when she was stressed.

Her hair was up in a messy bun, a few loose curls fell out. She was in a pair of shorts and a small tank top. I heard small little steps running into the kitchen and saw Oliver in only a diaper. "Daddy!" I picked him up and looked him over.

"Ollie where are your clothes now?" She sighed walking over. I gave her a kiss and Ollie giggled.

"Pants in the potty." I raised an eyebrow.

"Oliver, what do you mean 'pants in the potty'?" He shrugged causing me to groan. I spent the next few minutes trying to fish out clothes that he shoved into the toilet.

This was the beginning of the terrible two's. I took off his pull up and he ran from me as I tried to give him a bath.

I put him in time out and went back to Marlene who was using the mixer I got her to mix more batter. I looked at the muffins and brownies cooling and looked back at her. "Don't you think you have enough sweets." She raised an eyebrow walking over to put her arms around my neck.

"Are you calling me sweets or are these sweets?" She kissed my jaw. She must have been in the mood again. Every day she'd kiss me and pull me into the room for a quickie every now and then. She says it's because she loves me but I know it's the hormones.

I reached down and grabbed a handful of her ass. "Both." I spanked her causing a giggle to erupt from her mouth. "Missed you so much, baby."

"How did it go?" She changed subjects.

"Good, she got sentenced and now we wait for the next one." She looked up at me. "What?"

Her fingers massaged the nape of my neck. "Are you okay?" I looked up at the ceiling and sighed.

"I will be." She nodded kissing me until I heard the familiar feet running towards the kitchen. I turned my head and saw Oliver looking at us from behind the wall. "Oliver, did daddy say you can come out of time out?" Marlene looked down as he ran over to her feet. I sighed knowing she was going to pick him up and comfort him.

"No Oliver, listen to daddy, no cuddles." He pouted and let out a loud screech. She looked pained to do it but she shook her head, holding his hand and walked him back to the room. I followed them and watched as she sat him down and he looked down. "When daddy says no it's no, okay?" He nodded. "You need to listen to him always."

"Yes, mumma." He sat down and was quiet.

Seems as if she decided to be a tough parent too.

*

Later that week I woke up early to the sound of Marlene vomiting. I walked into the bathroom and held her hair up like I normally did. I made her breakfast and sat with her at the table. "You okay?" She nodded looking a bit down. "What's wrong?"

"I just don't feel very pretty after vomiting, I hate that you come in and hold my hair. Ruins any chance of me getting laid." She shrugged.

"Your throw up doesn't bother me, you still look beautiful as ever, even when you're puking." She rolled her eyes getting up to get more juice.

We finished breakfast when I heard Oliver calling for us. I took him out of his crib and brought him to the kitchen where Marlene was making breakfast for him.

"So I've been thinking about the baby and I think if we have a girl, I want to name her Madeline, or Mercy." I raised an eyebrow. "What do you think?"

I made a face. "Mercy?" She looked at me and rolled her eyes. Someone has been a little over sensitive.

"It's just a start Harry, what do you want to name the baby?" I shrugged not really knowing what to name a child.

With Oliver, I named him after the old man that I met at the diner just because. She handed me Oliver's food to sit him down in his chair.

"Uh I like Madeline I guess." She looked at me and then down at her feet. "You should just pick the name."

"Forget it, you don't even care." She walked out of the kitchen leaving Ollie and I to ourselves.

"Mumma go room?" I looked at Ollie and nodded.

"Yeah love, Mummas upset with daddy, because daddy's an idiot sometimes." Oliver sipped his cup without saying anything. He gave me a look as if to say I was an idiot.

After he ate, I sat him down in the living room with his building blocks and went to check on Marlene. I walked into the bedroom and she was laying in bed. Quietly I went over and laid beside her, holding her.

"You're not an idiot." She whispered. "Sometimes I just wish things could be simple and we could just agree on a name." Her voice cracked. "I'm sorry I'm just emotional." She began sobbing and turned to me to hug her.

"Marlene, princess, hey look at me." She looked up at me so I can wipe away her tears. "First of all, these are the hormones the doctor talked about, okay don't apologize for feeling. Second, I love the name Madeline for a girl, it's beautiful. If it's a boy I would love to name him... Luke." She raised an eyebrow.

"You just pulled that name out of your ass, Harry." She shook her head.

"Yes, but it's early, I'm sure the name will come to us eventually." I pressed my lips to her forehead. "I love you so much, baby." I hugged her close. My hand went down to her tummy and gently rubbed circles against the small bump. "You know how much I love you?" She leaned back to look up at me.

"I don't know, how much?" She teased.

"I love you with every ounce of my body. It could be a three in the afternoon but the sun has not risen until I see you smile at me. I get butterflies every time I see you and sometimes I just stare at you when you're sleeping because I love your face." She giggled shaking her head.

"You started out so romantic and got borderline creepy at the end, my love." We both giggled. "Can I tell you a secret?" I nodded. She leaned in closer and whispered in my ear. "I like you." I rolled my eyes as she always said that. "But like, 'like like' you." I laughed out loud spanking her ass. "Oh yes daddy, spank me."

"You kinky girl." She nodded. "Tell me something, is there anything you've been hiding about in your sexual fantasies?" She smirked.

"Oh yeah plenty, mostly places I've wanted to get fucked but I have a few weird ones that I really don't think you're ready for." She patted my cheek.

I raised an eyebrow. "Um hi, I'm your husband and best friend that you're supposed to share this shit with." She giggled. "Just tell me." She leaned in and whispered something in my ear causing my eyes to widen. "Oh."

"Yeah." I looked at her as she smirked at me.

"You're right, I'm not ready for that." She giggled leaning in to kiss my cheek.

"I know baby, I love you." I just chuckled awkwardly.

*

What do you think Marlene whispered in Harry's ear?

*edit- someone got it in the comments lol*

What do you want Marlene to have, a boy or a girl?

Thank you guys so much for reading. Xx

-Karla