Safe

Epilogue

Tears formed in my eyes knowing that I'd end up like my mum. I didn't want that for Harry, and I didn't want that for my child had I actually gotten pregnant.

Harry squeezed my hand in his, rubbing soft circles on the back of them. He leaned in, resting his head on my shoulder. His height dwarfed by the chair he sat in next to the table I was on.

"Will there be any cure for it? Ever?" Harry hopefully asked.

"The disease was found in the mid-eighties, and doctors have been researching a cure, and medication for it. Last I checked, there are only trial medications, but none have proven to be working. Give it a few years and I'm sure you'll be able to to get some. As for now, I suggest to wait a few more years. The time will come, but it has not come yet."

*Present time*

A tear slipped out of my eye remembering that day. A frown etched itself on my face, but quickly vanished remembering the week after.

Harry and I couldn't wait, we wanted to start a family, and nothing was stopping us. A week after, we applied for adoption. It took several weeks to clear everything, but it was worth the wait. Within the week, we found a perfect chance at a family.

A young girl, only eighteen, had gotten pregnant, and she was in no position to raise a child so young. She had dreams she wasn't ready to give up, and it seemed like her best choice. We followed her throughout the rest of her pregnancy and got to know her better. Her name was Elena, and she was studying abroad when her incident happened. She explained in brief detail that the boy was, and still is, the love of her life. They both just weren't ready for a huge commitment. But she was happy that her child would be in great care.

"Where did mummy go buddy?" I heard Harry ask our three year old boy.

"I found her!" Ethan called.

My eyes lit up, seeing our son struggling to keep his balance as he ran towards me. I quickly got off the swing, and to my knees, waiting for him with open arms.

Ethan came barrelling the last few feet, and jumped into my waiting arms. I let off a loud 'humph', but hugged him close anyway. Ethan toppled me to the ground, arms still secure around my neck.

"You're getting so big buddy!" I exclaimed.

Ethan looked up at me with his deep blue eyes and smiled brightly.

"I'm going to be as strong as daddy!" He said, squeezing me into another hug.

"Ethan, what have I told you about being careful and gentle around mummy?" Harry asked coming from behind us.

Our little boy immediately let go and backed up, looking at me with a pout. I rolled my eyes playfully at Harry.

"He didn't mean you can't give me hugs, you just have to be gentle around mummy, and save the beatings for daddy." I smirked up at Harry.

Harry kneeled down beside me, bringing Ethan onto his lap. He leaned over giving a kiss to my cheek, and one on top of Ethan's head.

"How's my two favourite girls?"

"Well this one," I placed my free hand on my stomach. "Is enjoying her little dance party. And I'm doing just fine. Only waiting for her to calm down, and quit beating on my stomach." I laughed.

Harry only chuckled at my expense and pulled me closer to his side. His hand sprawling around the whole of my stomach. Over my growing bump.

"Bet she's tough just like you." Harry whispered.

"Bet she's just as cheeky her dad."

"Bet she's just as sassy as her mum." He smirked.

"Bet she's just kind hearted as her dad."