It's been three weeks and I am leaving the hospital today. I continue packing my bag when I feel arms around my waist.
"Hey gorgeous." he whispers in my ear.
"Hey handsome." I say, turning around, wrapping my arms around his neck.
"How are you feeling?" he asks, kissing my forehead.
"Pretty good, actually." I say, "Missing Aubree." I add.
"She's doing great." he says, "I have been trying to get her to say "Daddy" for like, a week and a half but nooooo. All about mommy." he says, acting mad.
"She's a mommies girl." I say, smiling.
"Hmph." he mutters.
"Well, you haven't been there for her at all, Harry. I know it's partly my fault, but you are the one who when I tried to tell you, acted liked I was a liar." I say, turning back towards my bag, putting my shirt in it.
"Babe, I'm sorry. I am trying to make up for it now. Being there, not only for my daughter, but with the love of my life." he says, turning me around and kissing me softly on the lips.
"Awh." I say, kissing him back.
"Hurry I got a surprise!" he says, grabbing my hand and bag.
"Oh, no. Harry were are you taking me?" I ask, after he puts a blindfold on me.