There was nothing better than watching Haz be a dad. He was the best with your little girl. Even when she, herself, was a nightmare. Jane looked just like her daddy, and of course you'd joked about her having his attitude too, but it wasn't necessarily true. Like today. 

You had announced to Harrison that you were pregnant with his second child, and before you announced it to Jane, he wanted to be able to tell her if she was getting a little sister or a little brother. It turned out your new baby was a boy, much to Harrison's surprise considering the similarities in your first and second pregnancy. But regardless, he was excited to tell your baby girl. And the result was less than perfect. 

His announcement came from you, and was you telling her she was getting a baby brother from mommy's tummy soon, and almost the second you told her they were a boy, she'd burst in tears and she was sobbing and screaming, her face bright red. 

Harrison had grabbed her and cradled her in his arms, her head tucked into her shoulder. He pouts at you, 

"She's really upset." He murmurs. You smile, 

"She'll get over it." He scoffs, 

"She will, I won't." He tells you. You giggle, 

"I'm sure you won't." He sighs, sitting her on the couch, 

"Jane darling… you are going to have so much fun either your baby brother. You having a little sister won't change anything. You can be just as mean to a little boy." He reasons. She heaves as she continues to cry. You can tell by the look in Harrison's eyes that it's killing him. You move in, stroking her hair down, 

"Jane…" You wait until her eyes meet yours, "you like Mr. Shadow right?" You reference her stuffed bear from Harrison's mom. She nods, wiping her red rimmed eyes. You hum, 

"And you love having tea parties with him huh?" You pose. She nods again. You smile, 

"Well… the bigger the party, the more extravagant you have to get which means cake and ice cream at your tea parties." You tell her. Harrison looks between you, watching Jane light up at the mention of a few of her favorite things. You press a hand to your belly, 

"Your baby brother is gonna have his own friends like Mr. Shadow and I just know that's he's going to want to join yours and Mr. Shadow's tea parties and he'll help you get that cake and ice cream." You bribe. Harrison's heart lightens at the look in Jane's eyes, his hand reaching out to smooth her hair down. He leans in and kisses her cheek, 

"You're gonna be such a good big sister huh J?" He poses. She nods, glancing up at him, "to a baby brother huh?" He adds, testing the waters. She gives a sniffle, but she nods again, staring up at him, 

"Yeah." He smiles,

"That's my good girl. Think there's still some of Uncle Tom's red velvet cake left in the fridge, you wanna check?" He asks her. She nods, eyes lighting up again, throwing herself into his arms. He smiles, kissing her temple. You stand along with him, following him into the kitchen. After he fetches the leftover birthday cake Tom had insisted you take home for your little girl and a fork, he turns to you, 

"How bout…" He takes your hand, "We stop at two. If I have to pick up the pieces again after she has a breakdown over another baby brother, I'll have to commit myself to a psych ward." You giggle as he corners you against the counter. Reaching up to stroke his cheek, you lean in and kiss him, 

"You're the one insistent on a second baby. Wasn't my idea to get pregnant again." He smiles, leaning in to kiss you again, a little more soundly this time, humming, 

"I know but… maybe not a third." He murmurs. You nod,

"Keep it in your pants then Osterfield." You squeal as he smacks your bottom before he's fishing two more forks from the drawer, 

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You were on your way home from work when you heard the familiar sound of your phone. You took it out of your purse and saw an unknown number that had called you probably like a hundred times that day. You clicked the green button on screen to pick up a call.

“Hello?” There was a moment of silence, and then you heard a woman's unfamiliar voice.

“I want to talk to Haz. Now” You felt confusion, but also fear. First, why did some strange woman want to talk to your husband, and second, where did she get your number? You knew it might be a mistake, but what was the chance that the calling woman wanted to talk to some other Haz than your Harrison?

“I’m sorry but where did you get my number from?”

“That’s not important. Give him a phone.”

“Has something happened? Should I tell him something from you?

“NO. I don’t want to talk to you. Just give him this damn phone.”

“May I know who I'm talking to?”

“Not your business, bitch. Why don't you just give this fucking phone to him?” After these words, you hung up.

You felt tears coming to your eyes, but you tried to stay calm and not jump to conclusions. But it wasn't that easy, was it? Anyone would have similar thoughts to what your mind was thinking now.

When you entered the house, you heard voices in the kitchen, but decided to go into the bedroom first to calm down. You tried to contain the anger and the sadness that was overwhelming you, but it wasn’t working out in any way. Even changing into your favorite onesie didn’t help, so after a while you just decided to change into normal but comfortable clothes like sweatpants and hoodie.

Even though you hadn't completely calmed down, you left the bedroom and headed towards the kitchen. There you saw Harrison and Tom trying to cook dinner, though perhaps you should say Haz was cooking and Tom was trying not to disturb. Your friend was the first to notice your presence in the room.

“Hey, how are you?” You didn't know if you wanted to talk about the mysterious phone call now or when there were just the two of you, but you chose not to mention the situation for now.

“I'm fine. And you?” Tom wasn't stupid. Maybe at some times, but not always. He noticed that you were not yourself when he heard the sound of the door opening and did not see you in the kitchen right away, and when you walked in, and had not greeted Harrison or even smiled at him like always. So he decided that the best thing to do was to start heading home. You, seeing his actions, spoke up.

“Won't you stay for dinner?”

”No, I promised Paddy that I would go to training with him, so I'll be heading now, but thanks for the invitation. I’ll use it another time.”

“Say hello to him!” Harrison shouted as Tom was at the door.

“Will do!”

After these words, the apartment was completely silent. Haz walked over to you and tried to hug you, but you walked past him and went back into the kitchen.

“Are you all right?” You were alone in the apartment, not even Monty with you. You might just take offense at him and stop talking to him, but you were a married, grown-up woman so talking about the whole situation would have more sense and be more responsible.

“On my way from work, I got a call from a woman who wanted to talk to you. She was definitely not nice to me and did not want to say why she was calling or what she wanted from you. Any thoughts about who it was?” Harrison looked genuinely surprised. And even if you wanted to deny the sincerity of his reaction, because he was an actor and he was lying for a living, you couldn't. You knew him too well to know when the emotions he was showing were real and when he was just purely using his acting skills.

“I have no idea who this girl was, much less what she wanted from me, or where she got your number. Which by the way, worries me as fuck. I know what it looks like, darling, but I really don't know what to say. I can’t and will not explain myself because I didn't do anything, but I'm afraid that if your number somehow leaked out, people will want to use it against us. Y/N/N, I’m aware that this situation does not put me in a good light, but I did not vow my undying love to you at the altar to betray you and cheat on you after two years of marriage.

“I know that, but look at how it looks from my perspective. I'm not saying you cheated on me, but it doesn't look right. And if my number leaked then we all aren't safe, not only you and me, but mostly Tom and his family.”

Harrison didn't know what he should say or do to somehow fix this situation. You no longer seemed angry with him, but the whole thing made him wonder what he would do in such a situation. And knowing that his reaction would be freaking out, he was glad you took it so calmly. Haz looked at your small frame and saw tears in your eyes.

“Hey, love, it's okay. Everything is just fine. I’m pretty sure it's just a misunderstanding, and if not, we'll change your number, you'll be fine.” He walked over to you and hugged your body. The silence between you was broken by the voice of your phone. You took it out of your pocket and saw the same number on the screen.

“Give me your phone, I'll get it.” When he answered, he put it on speaker and you both heard a drunken man's voice on the phone.

“Hello?” It was silent for a moment. “May I know who I am talking to?”

“Oh yeah. Let me introduce myself. Micheal Chase. Hardy? It's you?”

“I'm sorry but it has to be a mistake. Forgive me for asking but who was the woman that called me earlier from the same number as you?”

"She's my girlfriend, but since it's not Hardy, I’m gonna hang up. Sorry for troubling you, man."

There was silence after these words. You let out a deep breath that you were holding and didn't even realize you were doing it. Harrison sighed loudly, pulling you closer to him.

“Sorry for reacting like that, but I got so scared. I do not want to lose you.”

“You won’t lose me, never, not even in a million years. And don't apologize, darling. It’s not your fault. Let's go eat dinner, you must be really hungry after this long day.”

You smiled at Harrison's concern. How could you suspect him for any act that would hurt you? Harrison was probably the sweetest and most caring guy on earth.

At night, you were both already in bed, tightly in each other's arms. And despite the ungodly late hour, neither of you could fall asleep. Even the program about snails on TV didn't help. You thought about everything that happened today, and while it was rather harmless, definitely pushed you to the edge of mental breakdown, and you shouldn't be nervous or angry in your condition.

Harrison, on the other hand, thought about how to tell you that in less than a month he would have to go to Atlanta with Tom. Stroking your hair gently, he finally found the courage to speak.

"You know, Tom told me today, when the filming of his next movie begins, and he asked if I would go with him. What do you think about it?”

“How long will you be gone this time?”

“I don't know, maybe about six or seven months.”

“Then you’re gonna have to meet your child after returning from the States.”

“What? What are you talking about, Y/N/N?”

You reached into the nightstand, from which you took out a plastic stick. Harrison looked at it, noting that it was a positive pregnancy test.

“You're pregnant? I will be a dad?” You just nodded. You weren't entirely sure of his reaction.

“Oh my God. We’re gonna be parents. How far are you?

“5 weeks.”

“Fucking hell. You’re pregnant. Ya know, I’m not going with Tom to the States and leaving you here alone, knowing that you are carrying our baby under your heart. Unless you come with us? You won’t be able to work anyway.”

“Can we think about it in the morning? I'm really sleepy.”

“Of course we can, good night, darling.”

“Good night, love.”

The last thing you heard before falling asleep was Harrison's soft voice.

“Hey lovey,” you whispered, resting your hands on his shoulder gently to lean over the back of the chair to press a kiss to his cheek, “Hi baby girl,” you addressed your daughter, swiping some of the loose curls that fell onto her face in her blissful state.

“Sorry I left, she was getting a bit fussy in his room. Thought taking her outside would calm her down,” he said, nuzzling his face with yours since his arms were occupied.

You pouted, resting your head on his shoulder as you looked down at the sleepy bundle, “Why didn’t you wake me up?” you mumbled, pressing a light kiss to his exposed neck.

“Because you’re already falling back asleep on me love,” he chuckled, “Come here,” he gestured to the empty space besides him.

You let out a deep breath, hesitating before you walked to the front of the bench. You carefully sat on the puffy cushion, lifting your legs to the side, up on the seating. Harrison shuffled around a bit, making sure your daughter was still supported to throw an arm around your shoulder, pulling your into his chest. You wrapped your arms around his waist, one of them fitted snuggly around her back while the over laid on your daughters blanket.

“She gets the peacefulness from you, you know,” you mumbled, “I was always told I was a fussy child,”

“Well nothing’s really changed,” Harrison smirked playfully, his arm not phasing when you lightly slapped him, “I’m joking, I’m joking,” he paused, “Sort of,”

You huffed, rolling your head on to his shoulder, “I did not get out of bed to get bullied by my husband,”

“Do you want me to call Tom?”

“Go fuck yourself,”

He gasped, “Y/n! There is a child in our presence,”

“Really? I notice two,” you yawned.

“Oh fu-,”

“Child in presence Harrison,” you tisked, yawning again, “Don’t be hypocritical,”

“Aren’t you suppose to be tired?”

“Annoyed of me already?”

“Sadly, you’re my wife, so that’s not possible,”

You chuckled into his neck, shaking your head, “You’re the worst,”

“You love it,”

“Sadly, i do,” you rolled your eyes, raising your head to face him. Harrison turned his head, placing a sweat kiss on your forehead.

“Yeah, yeah, yeah,” he said, nudging his nose with yours.

You giggled, laying your head back on his shoulder once again. Harrison kept his gaze on your, his eyes retreating to his son curled in his arms to you doing the same at his side.

It reminded him of the night of your third date, when he had finally gathered the courage to kiss you before the night ended and not walk away awkwardly. It surprised him that you had put up with his continuous pinning for so long, he never felt more like a little kid in his early twenties.

He had taken you to a drive in movie theatre near his apartment. You had mentioned that you’ve always wanted to go to one when he had first met you and when his friend brought up the event, he knew he had to take you. After two hours of laughs and conversations, he brought you back to his apparent net where you both sat but his window that looked down at the streets, counting the cars that passed by.

“I’m so sorry,” you giggled, putting back down the mug he just gave you, “I just- I can’t do tea,”

“Are you seriously saying this to me? Right now?” He faked offence, taking back up the mug and placing it closer to him, “Get out of my apartment,”

But you had stayed, for the entire night, falling asleep against his chest just like you have right now, staring out into the start night. Even if he had imagined the scenario a hundred times in his head, it had never prepared him for the actual lint feeling of your body snuggling with his, peacefully sleeping in his embrace.

Eight years of friendship complete with five years of pinning felt worth it even with all the doubts, the small fights, the long distance you both stayed strong till the end. He never thought that he would end up in the position once again, except this time with a baby girl in his arms that looks just like you.

“I love you,” he whispered, resting his head on top of yours.

“I love you too,” you whispered back, leaning over to kiss the top of Melody’s head, “I love both of you,”

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Jamie always recognised Tom on screen. Let’s just say both of them had a very special bond. 

Harrison rubbed his son’s back when the doorbell rang. Harrison didn’t expect anyone to visit him on Sunday and that too in the afternoon. “I’ll check who’s on the door. You wait here, ok.” Jamie nodded and cuddled to one of the large pillows on the sofa. 

Harrison opened the door of his small house to greet a young woman he did not know. “Hi. I am Y/N L/N. I was sent here by MacLaine's Orphanage.” The woman introduced herself. 

“Yeah, I know. I got a call from them a few days ago. Please come in.” He invited her into her house. Harrison led her to the kitchen, glancing at his son who was busy watching the movie. He pulled out a chair from the dining table for her to sit. 

“I am sorry that you have to sit here but actually my son is watching T.V and I don’t want to disturb him.” Harrison told her as he took a seat in front of her. “Oh please, I don’t mind at all.” she gave him a kind smile. 

“Do you want something? Tea or coffee?” he asked. “Water will do.” She looked a tad bit nervous. Harrison handed her a glass of water. “I am certain that you know the reason I am here.” Y/N said with a small smile.

“Actually. I don’t.” Harrison gave you an apologetic smile. “Oh. Um.. I am here to ask for your experience as a single father with an adopted child? Actually I want to adopt a child but the orphanage insisted me to ask someone of my age and who has adopted a child. The orphanage is very protective of the kids and suggested that I should meet you.” 

“Okay. so, what do you wanna know? Where do you wanna start? Umm.. Why do you want to adopt a child?” Harrison has never done anything like this. Was he giving advice to a stranger? 

“Why do I want to adopt a child? Oh, I want to adopt a child because I want to. Because I want to enter the next stage of my life. And I can provide a child everything. I also have good experience at babysitting the children.” she reasoned. 

“Okay?” Harrison wasn’t sure how to respond to her. “But you do know that parenting can be tiring. Right? And it is much more difficult than babysitting. Your whole life will revolve around the kids. You have to be there for them for twenty-four hours. And you have to provide them not only financially but mentally and emotionally. It is not as easy as it looks.” 

“And do you know what the most frustrating thing is? It is that single fathers do the same struggle as single mothers but we are always underappreciated.” Harrison let It all, lashing out on poor Y/N. 

“I am so sorry. I just needed to get it all out. I am sorry if I scared you.” Harrison immediately apologised. “No you didn't scare me. But can I ask you something?” “Yeah sure.” He tried to compose himself. 

“Why did you adopt a child? I mean you are pretty young and…” Y/N asked. 

Harrison sat up straight. “Three years ago; when I was travelling with my mate Tom. We found this crashed car with a couple and a year old baby and we called the paramedics immediately but the couple were already dead. Their baby somehow survived.”

“Me and Tom stayed with the baby through everything from that time. Both of us got attached to him so much that we didn’t want to leave him. And he also got attached to us too. This is why adopted him. And not only gave him my surname  I also gave him my middle name. This is also because I didn’t know his actual name.” Harrison chuckled at the end. 

Y/N had tears in her eyes. “I am sorry, Mr. Osterfield.” Harrison gave her a soft smile in return. “I don’t know how to feel about this. I am now thinking that I am not ready for a child.” Y/N chuckled. 

“I am so sorry for demotivating you…” “Hey! It’s okay.” Harrison started to apologise but Y/N cut him off. 

“Maybe you can spend some time with me and Jamie. I can train you a little bit for parenthood. Get you ready.” Y/n gave him a bright smile before getting up. 

“I guess I’ll see you later Mr. Osterfield. And I will keep your offer in my mind.” 

“Oh please call me Haz or harrison.” Harrison said as both of them walked towards the drawing room (I did my research. Drawing room is the correct word for living room.) “So that’s why he didn’t interrupt us.” Harrison looked at his sleeping son, a smile found its way on both of their faces.

Harrison wrapped the blanket around his son’s body, kissing his forehead. He then turned to the woman standing beside him. “I want to spend time with you guys. It won't bother him though. Right?” Y/N asked.

“No. It won’t. Jamie is a friendly child. He loves making new friends.” Harrison smiled.

And this was it. This was the beginning of their new relationship.