It's been a week since I realized all that shit with Harry. That's one month since I walked back into Harry's life. That small dumb bakery that brought us together.
Gross.
I've been just moving on from Harry. Of course he is still my friend and we hang out all the time since Camille finally realized how stupid her ultimatum thing was, but he's taken so I'm pushing all my feelings away.
"Hello?" I answer my phone.
"Emma? Could you come over?" Harry says in a frantic voice.
"Why? What's wrong?" I ask. I hear something through the phone making my eyes widen. "Is that a baby crying?"
"Please come over." He begs.
"Ok fine. I'm coming." I sigh.
When I get to his house I knock on the door a few times, but no answer.
I open the door and see a war zone of diapers, milk bottles, and baby clothes. I hear loud crying from upstairs and quickly run up.
When I open Harry's bedroom door I see him bouncing a baby around, trying to get it to stop crying.
"What the..." I say, looking at the scene before me.
"Make it stop crying, please." He begs, holding the crying baby out to me.
"What? I don't know what to do!" I yell.
"I don't either!" He yells frantically.
I carefully grab the child from his arms and bounce it around on my hip.
"Shh it's okay baby." I coo, trying to make it stop crying.
Suddenly the baby starts to calm down until it stops crying.
"How did you-"
"I couldn't tell you man..." I say, looking down at the baby in arms.
The baby stares back at me with wide green eyes, ones really familiar to Harry.
Wait.
"Is this your baby?" I yell, not to loudly cause I don't want to scare it.
"What? No. It's my cousins daughter." He says, making me sigh in relief.
"Why is she here?" I ask.
"I don't know? My cousin just came by and dropped her off." He says.
"What's her name?" I ask, looking down at her. She's really cute when she isn't crying.
"Joyce. She's around 7 months old." He says.
"Here, you take her." I say, grabbing her and turning her towards Harry.
When she sees him she immediately starts crying. I turn her back to face me and she stops.
I raise my eyebrow and look over to Harry who has the same look on his face, only he looks more offended.
I turn her back to Harry and she cries. Then back to me and she stops.
Harry, cries.
Me, stops.
Harry, cries.
Me, stops.
Harry,-
"Ok you can stop. She obviously doesn't like me." He huffs and falls onto the bed.
"Don't take it personal, buddy." I say, trying to hide the evil smirk on my face.
"It's because I'm ugly isn't it." He fake cries.
"Probably. I mean you are pretty ugly." I nod in agreement.
"What is this?" He says, offended.
-
"Emma!" Harry calls.
"For the love of god." I mumble walking down the stairs.
I see Harry sat on the couch with his knees up and Joyce sat with her back rested on his thighs so she's looking up at Harry.
"Look. She not crying when she looks at me now." He beams.
"Good for you." I laugh, shaking my head and pushing Harry so I could fit on the couch with him. I almost fell off, but I was able to fit.
We both look down at the baby who stared back at us. We just stare at each other for a good minute before she starts throwing out her arms and giggling.
"Aww." Me and Harry say in unison.
"Here." I say, handing a bottle to Harry to feed her.
He brought the milk bottle to her lips and she placed her hands on the side of the bottle while she drank.
When she was down Harry brought her up and gave her a little kiss on the lips.
"Ok stop. That's too cute." I say, making Harry give me a cocky smirk.
He rests her over her shoulder, burping her, while I get up from the couch to try to clean up.
"Emma." Harry says cautiously.
"Hmm?" I ask, still cleaning and not looking up at him.
"She just..." He starts.
"What?" I ask, still not looking up at him.
"Emma!" He yells to get my attention.
"Jesus what is your problem- oh my god!" I burst out laughing at the scene in front of me.
Harry was holding Joyce away from him while she laughed and all along his shoulder was a trail of throw up.
"She threw up on you!" I continue to laugh while Joyce does with me.
"Just get me a rag." He sighs, his body still tense.
"I don't know, I kind of want to leave you like this." I shrug with a cocky smirk.
Joyce starts blabbering random noises making me nod in agreement with her.
"See. Joyce agrees with me." I smile.
"Emma, get me a rag." He says more sternly. I walk over and grab Joyce from him, wiping the puke under her chin with a rag.
"What do you think? Should we give H the rag?" I ask Joyce in a baby voice while bouncing her.
"Emma-"
"Ah. Better not move. Don't want to get baby puke all over your expensive couch." I tease.
"Emma." He groans.
"That's my name." I smirk, turning my attention back to the baby.
"What do you want?" He asks.
You.
No. Shut up. Stop. You don't like Harry.
"For you to suffer." I smile.
"Please give me the rag." He begs.
"Why should I though?" I egg him on.
"Please, American girl." He begs again.
"Oh don't think using that nickname will make me cave." I say.
He just raises an eyebrow at me with a knowing smirk. I sigh and throw him the rag making his cheeks indent as he gives me that heart wrenching smile.
God this man...
"Come on. You must be tired." I murmur to Joyce.
"I am." Harry replies.
"I wasn't talking to you dumbass." I say, hitting his in the back of the head.
"Hey. Language." He says, pointing at the baby.
"It's ok. Maybe she'll learn your name as dumbass." I smile. "Can you say his name. Dumb. Ass."
"Dud. ath." She babbles.
"Oh shit." I whisper with wide eyes.
"Emma! Why'd you do that!" He yells, jumping on his feet.
"I didn't think she'd say it! She's only 7 months old!" I yell in defense.
"Dudath." She giggles.
"How am I going to tell her mom her first word was dumbass!" He yells.
"We don't have to tell her that! Maybe she'll stop by the time she gets here!" I yell back.
-
"Dudath!" She yells, laughing.
"No. Mama. Dada. Anything but dudath." I beg.
"Great. I'm never going to see this child again." Harry sighs.
"Come down. She's not even pronouncing it that well. Maybe they'll think she's saying something else." I shrug.
"They better. I just got back to being allowed at family reunions." He says.
"Why?" I ask, turning to him with a raised eyebrow.
"Let's just say my pupils were pretty...dilated at the last reunion." He says.
"Wow." I nod, looking back over to Joyce.
"Looks like she stopped saying it." I smile.
"Dudath!" She squeals, flailing her arms and laughing.
The doorbell rings and me and Harry both turn to eachother.
"Shit." We say in unison.
"Dit!" Joyce repeats.
"No!" We both groan at the same time.
"Here's the plan, you go get the door. I'll put her pacifier in and hopefully that will shut her up and we won't get caught." I say, Harry nods before running over and greeting Joyce's parents.
I give her the pacifier and she sucks on it. I let out a breath of relief and walk up to the door.
"Joyce!" Mary exclaims. I hand Joyce over to her and Harry gives Robert the diaper bag.
"Thank you for watching her. You're Camille right?" She asks me.
"Oh no." I let out a long awkward laugh causing everyone to give me a funny look. "I'm Harry's friend, Emma."
"Emma? Oh my god! You look so old now." Mary says pulling me into a hug.
"You still remember me?" I ask.
"Of course! How could I forget Harry's best friend. You were at almost every reunion." She says, pinching my cheek.
Joyce spits out her pacifier making everyone look over to her.
"Dudath." She babbles.
"Oh my god." Mary gasps.
Me and Harry both look at each other and take huge gulps.
"She said dada!" Mary gushes. Me and Harry let out a breath of relief.
"She's only 7 months old! That's crazy!" Robert says from behind her.
"Did she say this before we got here?" She asks, looking up at us.
"Nope." Me and Harry say at the same time.
"Nothing at all." I reiterate.
"Nada." Harry says.
"Well this amazing, but we ought to get going." She says, giving us one last hug.
"Bye Joyce." I say, giving her a kiss on the forehead.
"Dit." She giggles.
"Did she just say shit?" Mary asks.
"Have a nice ride home." I say, while Harry shuts the door in her face.
"Never babysitting children again." Harry breathes.
"Ditto." I agree giving him a fist pump.