"Don't say that... She's not my daughter, not anymore..." I sighed sadly.
"Can we meet?" Julia asked.
"No because I know you'd try me to meet her."
"I think you'd meet her if you hear about her." Julia sighed.
"Well... there's one problem. Harry doesn't know about her and neither do my friends." I sighed.
This wasn't me, I didn't give up this easily. Maybe I gave up because deep inside of me I knew that I want to meet her. I want to meet my daughter. I heard Harry open the door.
"Julia, is it alright if we talk later?" I said quickly.
"I'd tell them if I was you. Okay, let's talk later sis. Bye." Julia said and ended the call.
I stood up and walked to Harry and hugged him. He wrapped his arms around me and kissed my head. "Was it your sister?"
"Yeah, it was." I whispered. It was bad enough that Julia was my sister and sometimes didn't act like social worker with this thing.
"Alice, I want to know what's going on?" Harry tried to smile.
I frowned and walked in. Tears fell down my cheek and walked into the kitchen. Harry followed me. "Why do you cry, sweetie?" Harry asked and wrapped his arms around me again.
"I haven't been completely honest with you..." I whispered and looked out of the window.
Harry tightened his arms and sighed. "Tell me. That why Julia called?"
I nodded. "You know that she's a social worker?"
We were sitting on the couch and Harry looked into my eyes and nodded. I sighed. "She heard that we're going to Europe."
"Okay, umm. I don't understand anything..." Harry admitted smiling weakly.
"I know you don't... well anyway. Before we met I had one boyfriend. And..."
"Say directly, please." Harry whispered.
"I have a daughter. She's now four but turns five soon. She lives somewhere in Europe and her adopted parents wish that I'd meet her. Julia is the social worker who works with this thing so..."
Harry looked at me amazed. "She's four? I thought that she doesn't get anything what's going on."
"I thought so too. But reportedly she has been asking about her mum... and they've told her."
"You have a daughter!" Harry yelled and smiled. "I think you should meet her."
I rolled my eyes. "Harry, I don't know can I. I know it's harder to let go if I meet her now."
"You can get her back to yourself, can't you?" Harry asked and took my hand into his.
"I don't think so... I gave up all my rights to her and I think that they're not that easy to get back. So technically I'm not her mum and she's not my daughter."
Harry sighed and hugged me. "Why haven't you told me earlier?"
"I was scared what you would say. And I didn't want to think about her." I wiped my tears away.
"Aww, sweetie. She's you daughter so somehow she's my daughter too even if she's not biologically mine." Harry smiled and kissed my cheek.
I smiled. "But she's not mine anymore."
"She will be. Let's talk with Julia, okay?" Harry smiled widely and took my phone.

Notes

Okay, hope you like this.
1) You can see that I don't know adopt things that much but I create this story like I want
2) I can't write that much this week because I have exams but I try to write something.
What will happen? ;)
- ninjagirl-97