"Anastasia? Are you okay?" He asks.
"Yeah, I'm fine. Sorry I was spaced out thinking."
"What were you thinking about?"
"You."
"What about me?" He further questions.
"About how you- nevermind." I say. He got mad last time I said he made me happy.
"No, no. What were you going to say." He smiles reassuringly.
"I was going to say, I was thinking about how you make me happy and that I like your playful side."
His face turns to frown. Crap. Great, I ruined the night.
"Anastasia we've been over this, I shouldn't- ha, I'm just fucking with you. I'm glad you enjoy my playful side. I enjoy your naughty side." He winks.
Slapping his arms softy I say, "Harry! You asshole. I thought you were pissed at me." I laugh.
He laughs with me and the car comes to a stop. We are now parked on the side of the road.
"Harry, what are we doing here?" I ask timidly.
He smirks at me, "This is the part where I kill you Anastasia."
"W-What?" I stutter. What the hell?
He leans over the center counsel and connects our mouths together. Pulling away, I raise my eyebrow.
"That was another joke wasn't it?" I ask.
He chuckles lightly, "Yes, baby that was a joke."
I lean back in and kiss him. It starts out slow but picks up a bit of pace. His tongue slides across my bottom lip and I grant him access to my mouth. He invades my mouth with his tongue and I quietly moan. We detach and he looks at his wrist watch.
"Now, you have made us late." He says, starting up the car and continuing down the road.
"Me? I'm not the one who stopped!" I giggle.
"I'm not the one who pouted their lips and made them look kissable." He says.
"Harry, what are you talking about? You didn't need to pull over!" I laugh.
"Yes I did! You wouldn't understand your a woman." He chuckles.
"So now this is a sexist environment!" I fake being shocked in which Harry laughs at me.
We pull into a small neighborhood and stop about two blocks down, in front of a medium sized white house.
"Yes it is." He leans over and kisses me, "Now let's go meet the family."
Opening my door, he takes my hand and leads me towards the house.
A young girl with dirty blond hair comes sprinting out of the house.
"Uncle Harry! Uncle Harry!" She squeals. Running into his arms, he scoops he up and holds her.
"Hannah banana fufanana! I missed you baby girl." He smiles.
Squealing she says, "I missed you too Uncle Harry. Guess what!"
"What!" He asks excitedly.
"Mummy says you brought me an auntie! Is that true?" She asks.
"Dammit Gemma." He mumbles.
"Dammit. Dammit. Dammit." Hannah repeats.
"No! Hannah don't ever repeat that. Please, your mum will kill me." Harry rushes out the words.
"Okay, I won't. But tell me where- Hi I'm Hannah. Are you my new aunt?" She asks, looking at me.
I look at Harry for help but he just continues to grin with excitement.
"I mean, yeah I guess." I smile weakly.
"Yay!" She jumps out of Harry's grip and into my arms. Letting out a "Oomph." I catch her.
"You're really pretty. Do you know how to play Barbies? What about dress up? Uncle Harry's really good at dress up. Oh! Can you play tea party with me? I'm really good at! At least, that's what my mummy and daddy say." She giggles.
"I'm so sorry!" A women with dirty blond hair says walking out of the house.
"Mummy! Look at my new aunt. Isn't she pretty?" She grabs ahold of my neck and pulls me close.
"Yes she is very pretty honey. Now come in the house, and let her breath." She says, "I'm so sorry about her. I'm Gemma, Harry's older sister."
Smiling I go to shake her hand with Hannah still attached, "I'd hug you but Hannah is kinda-"
"Yeah! Sorry about her. She's very friendly." She laughs.
Greeting Harry, she escorts us to the house.
"Mum! Robin! Harry and his girlfriend are here." Gemma says.
We walk into the house and an older man with brown hair and glasses is sat on the sofa while the woman I met in Harry's office is in the kitchen. They both turn around and smile. Leaving their previous duties they come and greet us. While Hannah is still attached to me I try to smile to his parents.
"Hi Ana! Nice to see you again sweetheart." She smiles warmly.
"Hello, Anne. I would hug you but Hannah is still receiving hers." Everyone laughs and greets each other.
"I'm Robin, Harry's stepdad." The man smiles.
"Nice to meet you I'm Anastasia. But you can call me Ana."
"Don't call her Anastasia, Robin. Harry likes to call her that. Isn't he cute that he likes to tease he-" Anne is cut off my Harry.
"Alright mum. Dinner smells great lets eat." Harry says, cutting her off.
"No!" Hannah protests, "I wanna have a tea party with Aunt Ana." She pouts.
"Maybe after dinner?" I offer. She smiles again and nods eagerly.
"Oh, and my husband won't be here tonight. He is busy working late." Gemma apologizes. I smile understandingly and walk into the dining room. Hannah finally let's go of me and sits in her seat.
"I wanna sit next to Aunt Ana." Hannah says.
"You can and you will." Harry says cheekily.
Cheering, she stares at her plate and picks up her fork. I sit down next to Hannah and Harry scoots my chair in. He chooses the seat to my right and nods to me. On the other side, Anne, Gemma, and Robin are sitting down.
This couldn't have seemed to go any better.
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