Beau Babies / h.s

Court Case Part One

   Three weeks had past. I tossed and turned. I couldn’t sleep. How could I? This might the last night that I get to spend with my daughters…

   My palms were sweaty, forehead beaded with it and my eyes sore from crying. I’d become a nervous wreck,

   On the good side, and one of the only good things. Is that Harry hasn’t left me. Not for a second. He’s always been beside me and never let me face anything alone,

   Not when I was miserable for getting the letter to say when the court case was. Not when I cried from being too tired and not when the girls cried all night. No, he stayed with me and helped me through it all,

   Wiping the wet spot under my eye from yet another tear, I rubbed my sore eyes. Harry lay beside me in the bed snoring lightly.

   Carefully, gracefully, I swung my legs out and stood up on the floor. I stretched my arms up and yawned. It was one in the morning. The court case was tomorrow, and I was shattered. I needed to sleep. But that thought was in my mind, the ‘what if’ thought…

   Stepping toward my wardrobe, I pulled it open and peered inside. What if? I thought as I pulled out the pre-packed overnight bag. What if I ran away? What if we started a new life? Far away from our troubles? What if then we’d truly enjoy life?

   But then, the other ‘what if’ thought invaded my mind. What if I ran away? What if they found us? What if they took the girls off me? What if I was thrown in jail? What if they threw away the key? What if I never saw them again?

   I stared through the darkness at the overnight bag. What if? What if? What if?

   Silently, I placed the overnight bag back into the wardrobe and closed the door. Then, as quietly as I could, I wandered over the window and breathed lightly, they’re going to rip me apart. I was in despair. It’s not like I could lie in court. But I could now do nothing, nothing but wait,

   As I was thinking, and staring to the outside, all these odd thoughts flashing through my worried mind, a pair of arms wrapped around my waist,

   “What are you doing up?” Harry whispered in my ear resting his head on my shoulder in the crook of my neck,

   “I couldn’t sleep,” I sighed softly feeling my body beginning to sway as Harry’s did,

   “Bobbie,” Harry breathed,

   “Hmm…” I replied feeling my eyes slowly soften and begin to close,

   Harry’s arms left my waist and slid up to hold my wrists, he turned me around, “You remember the other week?” I raised a brow struggling to recall, “When Rhys…” He trailed off knowing that I didn’t want to hear the rest, it was too much of a painful reminder,

   One of his arms left my wrist and tilted my chin up slightly so that he could stare straight into my eyes, “I never got to finish what I started,” I noticed his face leaning  toward mine,

   It was like a natural reaction that I tilted mine to the side as he pressed his lips into mine. It was odd, I expected my mind to explode, for sparks to be lighting up my thoughts. But there was none of that, my mind went blank so that I was focused on nothing else but the smooth kiss. And the fact that Harry had unclipped my bra and my hands rested on his chest, then, he pulled my toward the bed in a passionate frenzy,

   Yawning, I awoke happy the next morning despite the events that would unfold later in the day, rolling out of the bed, I realised my pyjamas were sprawled across the room, so I very quickly snuck into the bathroom and smothered myself in hot water,