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Gus had brown hair and long lashes that he got from me which he truly despised since I would always try to put mascara on him, however he got the strong jaw and sharp structure of his cheekbones from Ethan.
"So... Gus is you and Ethan's son."
I nodded, Harry standing by the entryway of the kitchen, his arms crossed over his chest with a look of seriousness I rarely ever got to see over his face as I sat on the counter.
"Yeah, yeah he is." I confirmed, rubbing the back of my neck as our eyes met.
Harry continued to stare at me in such a stern way I was almost forced to look away before his critical expression crumbled in front of me.
"Holy shit, I did not see that coming." His hands rubbed his face before he ran them through his hair, tugging at his roots and letting out a breath as if he had just run a marathon as he sent me a wide eyed look.
"So like, who have you not gotten hot and heavy with yet?" He clasped his hands together before pointing them my way as I gave him a deadpanned expression.
I didn't say anything for a moment.
"Alan and Polly." I muttered in response.
"No but really, you and Ethan." He questioned, squinting his eyes at me as he leaned forward.
"We were just kids-"
"Kids don't have babies! It's like a baby having a baby- god Ron you cannot just drop these kind of things on me I'm fragile- I get messed up just whenever Saint Laurent makes a new line of shoelaces for the shoes how do you think I'm handling this!" He threw his hands in the air, wildly gesturing at me then at himself.
I calmly stared back at him.
He sighed, rubbing his face again and leaning against the doorframe in exhaustion.
"I'm gonna faint." He said, voice muffled in his palms.
"Want some water?" I offered, getting off the counter.
"Fiji if you have some." He requested, his face still covered with his hands.
I got him tap water.
"We were only fifteen when we had Gus." I explained, leaning my back against the counter as I handed Harry the glass of water, making him lower his hands, revealing the strained look on his face.
Ah that look, that same look I got from my mom, my sister, Ethan, teachers, friends when they found out, when they would watch me walk through the highschool hallways with a round protruding stomach, the freshman that got knocked up.
"Granted Ethan and I had been friends since we were toddlers, growing up on the same street and having similar problems at home. We didn't have the best influences around as well, there was like at least one druggie around every corner and a hooker down every street." I said, absentmindedly playing with ends of my short hair as Harry watched me, listening.
