[Rosie's POV ]
I left the hospital, heading home straight and hoping I don't cross paths with him again but then those eyes that bore into mine makes it feel like fire met with my bones.
It's what I'm suddenly thinking of.
Arriving home, I could see him waiting. Harry, his eyes depicted worries as he stands by the lawn.
His feet paced to and fro.
When he spotted me, his face brightened up as he paced towards me. I couldn't move, not when my body still aches.
However, I just have to appear as though I was fine just not to heighten his panic.
Just when he was an inch close, he pulled me for an embrace and my heart stopped beating as he cuddled me.
"Rosie" he whispers, beneath his voice.
I tilted my head to meet his intense gaze which fetched mine.
"Hey, what's wrong?" I was totally startled by his unfathomable care.
I broke out from the embrace, swallowed hard as we gaze at each other before he went on to complain.
"What? You weren't at the restaurant, your phone is switched off and..."
"I had an appointment Harry, it's nothing to be worried about" I cut short, really exhausted and wanting to rest my head.
"Well you should have told..."
"I don't have to tell everything Harry, it's my life" I interrupted again, totally losing it even though he meant no harm.
"Rosie, we have kids..."
"My kids Harry, don't forget that, I need to breathe" I snapped and just as he intended to counter my words, I walked past him, bumping his shoulder.
I could feel his eyes heavy on my back and the expression he wears depicts uncertainty.
"I never meant to offend you Rosie" he whispers and I run my fingers through my hair, inhaling softly.
Silence.
I kept walking, void of thoughts as I intended to crash on my bed.
"Mom?" Chris called interrupting me and my eyes travelled to where he was, forgetting Harry was trying to talk to me.
He was climbing down from the curved stairway adjacent to me, his palms rubbing his eyes.
"Hey dear" I called, pacing towards him just to avoid Harry. I can tell he noticed something on me with the way he keeps following me.
"You didn't keep to your promise today" he added as I carried him in my arms, kissing the crown of his head.
I was meant to show up to pick them as promised but couldn't make it.
"I'm sorry, something urgent came up" I reported in between my teeth while showering him with kisses on the face.
However, I was too stressed and weak to hold him up and I turned to Harry who immediately understood.
"Chris, mom needs rest, come here" Harry said, reading my instinct as I was tired.
Chris stretched his hands to him and Harry took him from me while heaving a sigh.
I climbed the stair, holding on the banister, to guide me and I was some steps away from Harry when he said;
"Do wash up and come down for dinner, your stomach is screaming"
His voice was firm and enthralling that I had to take a glimpse at him and let out a smile.
"Yes sir" I teased, saluting him and he offered a faint smile. He wasn't offended by my response earlier and I wonder if he ever gets angry.
I left for my room, to soak myself in the tub filled with warm water and then cuss my day for meeting Damien.
His flirty attitude which pisses me off or is it just me recalling the night we had together?
It took a while for me to get out of the shower, taking off the thoughts of today and just crawling to my bed after wearing a night pyjamas.
I buried my head in my pillow and my stomach sold me away but I'm too lazy to rise up.
Ignoring the rumble, I decided to sleep but a knock on my door made me jump from bed.
I didn't even know I had the strength to stand up and I scurried to the door, knowing who it was.
Spurring the door, I found him, holding a tray of freshly baked bread and chowder soup.
I really needed that and I just giggled while he scoffed at me.
"So someone was playing cranky today?" He mocks as I quickly took the tray from him, like a child who was desperately waiting for her meal to be served.
There's no response from me as I just pulled a frown. Fortunately, he must have put Chris to sleep and after waiting for me at the dining table, he decided to show up in my room.
Creeping back to my bed, I sat on it, crossed my legs and rubbed my palms before taking the bread.
He chuckled while pacing inside my room to sit beside me.
"So how did your day go?" He initiated and I raised a thumb up for him while munching the bread in my mouth.
"Slow down Rosie, you'd choke" he warns, concerned as his finger brushes aside the hair covering a part of my face.
I nodded, pushing more bread in my mouth and he smiled, staring at me like I'm some new discovery.
"How was your own day?" I muffled, struggling to swallow as I handed him the bottle water with my free hand just so he opened it.
"Boring, and I had some paperworks too"
He pointed the bottle to my face and when our eyes locked, he stopped breathing and then drew in a long breath.
I snatched water and gulped down, wondering what's wrong with him or he's probably sick.
"Go on Harry" I snapped feeling tingles on my skin and he flicked his eyes to look away while his palms rubbed his thighs.
"There's a tour coming up too and I'd want to tag the boys with me" he furthered and I kissed my teeth, scanning him as that might actually be a relief.
"How long will it be?" I questioned gesturing to him to feed me the chowder soup because the spoon keeps falling.
He knows he does this often and doesn't complain.
"Two weeks? At most" he responded, grabbing the spoon to feed me in the mouth and we stared at each other, his hand suspended with the spoon.
"Rosie take it"
I lowered my eyes and licked my lower lip before saying;
"When will you tell your parents we aren't a thing?"