The day had gone well after the incident in the morning.

Darcy was a dream. She was quite the helper as well, always asking if I needed help weather it was in the kitchen preparing our meals or with Jamie.

And Darcy and Jamie together just melted my heart. She was gentle and kind to him even though she was so young herself. She kissed on him and loved on him like he was her own little personal living doll.

Needless to say I had a wonderful day.

As I stood in the kitchen making dinner, my eyes on Darcy while she sat on the floor next to Jamie on his blanket watching television, my mind drifted back to exactly how mad I was with my curly headed boss/personal satan.

I looked up at the clock wondering when he was supposed to get home.

I was still fuming at him and the more I thought about it the angrier I became.

"I'm home."

My head snapped towards the sound of his deep husky voice as I bit the inside of my cheek.

Darcy jumped up from her spot and rushed towards the door where Harry was sure to be taking off his coat.

As soon as I heard the sound of his footsteps coming towards the kitchen I looked back down at the salad I was just finishing.

"Um... hello." He greeted nervously.

I could only assume Liam had let him know I was pissed off. My response to him was a simple nod. I didn't even look at him; instead I looked over to Jamie.

Tossing the last sliced cucumber into the bowl I reached for the formula and cereal mixture I feed to Jamie every night and turned to Harry never looking at his face.

"Dinners done. I'm going to go feed Jamie and put him to bed. After Darcy is washed up and in bed I need to talk to you."

I wasn't about to lay into him with both the babies up. I would wait until they were both out and in dream world before I became Harry's worst nightmare.

I didn't give Harry a chance to replay as I breezed past him, giving Darcy a smile, before walking into the lounge and picking Jamie off the floor.

In my room I allowed myself to calm down again.

This was my time with my baby.

After every hectic day I've had bedtime for Jamie was my time and I wasn't about to allow some infuriating dick ruin my moment.

Taking a deep breath I looked down at Jamie as he sucked on the bottle, his little eyelids drooping as his tiny hands played with mine mindlessly. I hummed some nameless tune as I gently rocked him. The amount of love and peace this small person gave me made every single undesirable experience worth it as long as I had this to end my day.

I sat in the room long after Jamie had fallen asleep just holding him. I hadn't noticed that a full hour had passed until there was a soft knock at my door.

Glancing at the time I sighed and placed Jamie in a cocoon of pillows on my bed before snatching the baby monitor receiver and quietly sneaking out of my room. As soon as the door was shut I turned to Harry.

"Is Darcy asleep?"

He nodded which I mirrored before walking down the stairs.

I made it all the way to the kitchen before spinning around with blazing eyes and zeroing them in on Harry who had followed me down.

"What the hell is your problem?"

"Excuse me?" He had the nerve to sound offended as he crossed his arms in front of his chest and raised an eyebrow at me. It was kind of hot.

"You know damn well what I'm talking about." I growled at him. "I thought I lost her this morning. I nearly had a mental break down all because you failed to mention your daughter likes to play hide and seek AND you gave her the impression that I was the fucking wicked witch. Look I get it you hate me, you don't want me here, but apparently you think I'm the best person to watch you daughter and I appreciate that but really... hiring me just to make my life hell is low, even for you." I said narrowing my eyes at him.

"You think I would put so much thought into you?" Harry laughed humorlessly. "Trust me, I have better things to do. As far as today goes that was just an accident. I'm sorry."

He didn't sound sorry at all though and that made my blood boil. I could see the little smirk he was trying his hardest to hide and it really just made me want to punch him.

I literally had to fold my hands behind my back to keep from doing so. "You're such a prick."

"Hey! I'm your boss, mind how you talk to me. A little respect is due."

"Respect is earned and you have done nothing to earn mine." I spat at him. "God how can a douche bag like you raise such a great kid like Darcy?"

I could tell instantly by the veins popping up in his neck and the fire in his eyes that what I said was probably the wrong thing to say.

"I am a good father." He growled out between his teeth. "I don't need the likes of you telling me otherwise."

I backed away from him, slightly frightened. I hadn't meant he was a bad father; just that he was a douche bag. My hands shoot up in in front of me in defense.

Somewhere in the back of my mind I recognized the defensive tone he used because I used it too. Anytime someone would make a slightly judging comment about my single mother status.

In that moment I could relate to Harry and I felt kind of bad for what I had said.

"Sorry. I... I know..." I couldn't finish because I didn't know how to get that I understood how he felt across to him, especially while he scowled at me like that.

He glared at me for a long time before scoffing and turning away from me, his large hands sifting through his curls in a hectic way before he turned back to me but didn't look at me.

"Look I'm sorry. I didn't mean for Darcy to overhear me say that. I didn't mean for her to hide from you." This time it sounded sincere and I believed him. "But I am your boss and you do live here now so we are just going to have to deal with this. We don't have to like each other but I promise I won't let Darcy see that as long as you promise to show me some form of respect. Deal?"

Was it wrong that I felt cheated in some way?

It was strange and completely out of the blue, but when I recognized that tone he used earlier it was like it finally dawned on me how similar our situations were, well except for the part that he had money... and people that cared about him to help.

I wasn't sure where in the last few minutes of us talking I had started to feel that just agreeing that we both dislike each other wasn't enough.

Looking at Harry as he watched me with wide pleading eyes I felt kind of sick settling for our strained relationship but really what more was I hoping for... friendship? It seemed unlikely with the way we could barely speak to each other for longer than a minute without turning it into an insult flinging match.

It's funny how I had just been thinking about clawing his eyes out not an hour and a half ago and now I was unsure it I was willing to settle for civil.

"I know I'm a prick and you have every right to be angry." It sounded like it pained him to say that. "But you're right. Darcy likes you, my mom likes you. Hell, my friends like you so you can't be that bad, right?! I can try to be better at this but I NEED you to do the same. Just meet me half way."

"You make it sound like I'm the one being problematic here. You're the one Harry. I just want to do my job, have a place to live with my son and that's all. You're the one making this hard. I am more than willing to try to work with you, so you don't even have to ask. Just stop trying to make my life difficult."

Harry looked at me for a long time, just stared at me. I could tell that he wanted to say something but whatever it was he decided wasn't worth it. Then he slowly nodded. "Alright. So a truce then?"

I bit my lip and looked down at my feet before nodding myself and holding out my hand to him.

"Truce."

He placed his much larger hand into mine and we very quickly shook on it. As soon as he released my hand I stepped back and wrapped my arms around my body.

Harry had backed up also, only he casually leaned against the counter behind him as we both just awkwardly stared at each other. It seemed like if we didn't have anything to argue about, we didn't have anything to say either.

"So..." Harry tried.

I couldn't help it. I started to laugh. It started off slow, just a slightly giggle then it went into full on laughter. Harry looked at me like I was insane before he too started to chuckle.

"We would make terrible friends." He got out between laughter.

I smiled, my laughter dying with his words. It was true though. As much as I kind of wanted to be friends with him, even though I suspected it was a moment of insanity, we really had nothing to talk about. "We would."

Harry stopped laughing at my slightly more sobered tone.

"Good thing we're not friends then." He said, his face morphing into something much too serious. It was slightly unnerving.

"Yup." I agreed, looking away from him quickly. "I... um... I need to get back to Jamie." I quickly scuttled away from him putting distance and the island in the kitchen between us. "Don't forget you promised to be less of a prick."

Harry didn't react, he just looked at me.

"Alright. Well good night boss."

And I ran, because something in the way he was looking at me screamed trouble and trouble was the very last thing I needed.

Notes

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