Run & Hide ☠ Sequel

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"Scarlett," he rasped out in his incredibly deep voice, dripping with desire and lust.

He sat up all of a sudden, slipping his hands around my waist inside the robe before attaching his lips to the side of my neck. My jaw slackened when I felt his tongue touch the skin there, swirling and biting lightly while my fingers tangled with his hair and my robe slipped down my shoulders. His hands put pressure on my lower back, causing me to arch my back and grind on him. He groaned against my neck, continuing his gentle assault as my head fell back.

"Mhmm," Harry mumbled all of a sudden against my neck, before pulling back, emitting a small whine from me. "I want to ask you something."

"Can't it wait?" I couldn't help but ask, making him shoot me a blank look before I grumbled and nodded for him to shoot away.

"H-How do you feel about children?"

My lips parted in surprise, eyes widened with my brows arched. The look on my face made him instantly regret the question, causing him to shake his head and mumble that it was stupid to ask.

"No, wait, Harry. I'm just confused as to why you asked that," I rambled a bit unknowingly, making him frown.

"I dunno, I just wanted to know in advance if you wanted kids because if you want them then I want them," he shrugged sheepishly, trying to avoid eye contact at all costs. I grabbed his chin gently, pushing his face up to meet my gaze. There was different reason behind his questioning that I wanted to figure out.

"Tell me what really is the problem here, Harry," I said to him, making him pout before sighing.

"If we were to have them, I-I don't think I'd be good at the whole parenting thing," he mumbled shyly, making me want to smile at how awkward he was being. "Probably why I never liked kids as much because I always sucked at taking care of them whenever I had the chance to."

"Oh Harry, it's not an easy thing. It'll obviously take time to get better at it, it's fine if you're not good at it at the start," I told him honestly.

"Yeah but I'll still be a shit dad," he said, ignoring my words, making me scowl lightly.

"Don't say that, you'll be wonderful. The most loving and protective father, ever," I stroked his cheek with my thumb, making his smile and eyes lighten up.

"Really?"

"I'm sure," I nodded firmly, pecking his lips while cupping his cheeks.

"But I don't know how to change diapers and shit."

"We'll figure that out, don't worry," I chuckled against his lips. "Which would you prefer? A girl or a boy?"

"Hmm I dunno. I'd be able to handle a boy easier than a girl," he laughed sheepishly as I grinned at his response. "But the idea of having a baby girl sounds precious."

"It does doesn't it," I smiled as he leaned his forehead against mine, noses brushing cutely against each other's. "It feels surreal to imagine it."

"Mhmm it does," Harry agreed. "But I want it, Scarlett," he whispered lowly with hopeful eyes as I felt my heart swell up. "I want a normal life where I get to live with you forever, somewhere where we aren't surrounded with so much violence and death."

"Violence and death were two of your favorite things when I first met you," I couldn't help but chuckle, making him roll his eyes.

"You ruined the moment, I was going to ramble more."

"But it's true!" I grinned widely, making him nod nevertheless.

"It is," he agreed. "Violence, death and your ass were my favorite things. Actually your ass is still my favorite thing ever," he smirked cheekily as it was my turn to roll my eyes at him.