Moments later, Harry returned, dinging the elevator for me to open.
Once I opened it, Harry carried a baby Darcy out and stood in front of me. Darcy ginned at me and I poked at her dimple, saying hello. She gurgled in response before Harry let her down and watched as she crawled away, we followed her to the lounge room, even though she had no idea where she was going. "You need to stop", I suddenly say.
"Stop what?", Harry frowns, confused.
"Everyone is noticing how we are always leaving everyone and being alone. They are getting suspicious and keep saying that we are together", I sigh, shaking my head but keeping my eyes on the baby.
I looked over to Harry to see a small smirk on his face as he watched me intently, "This is a serious matter Harry!", I hit his shoulder.
"I know!", he laughs, holding his shoulder, "But it's fun watching you get all nervous and scared about what the others think. I mean, who cares anyway?"
"I do!", I frown at him.
"Well, I don't", he spoke. I glare at him, making him chuckle slightly, "Look, You said you would help me with Darcy, and I am just trying to get to know you more"
"You can get to know me by asking questions about my favourite color or my job, not kissing me at every chance you get!", I fold my arms over my chest as I continue to glare at him.
"Okay! Okay!", he said, lifting his hands in surrender, "But you should know that I do like you Avery. I really do. And nothing is going to change that", he whispered into my ear. I blushed slightly before stepping away.

"Um, I as about to make dinner, what do you want to have?", I asked nervously, trying to hide it but failing.
"Good, I can help you", he said.
"I didn't ask for help, I asked what you wanted", I frowned, scooping up Darcy as she reached her tiny little arms up for me.
"I don't mind, Darcy and I will have whatever", he smiles.
"Well, what do you want Darcy?", I asked the little girl, knowing that I wouldn't get an answer. She threw her hands up and let out a loud squeal.
I laughed, walking to the kitchen with Darcy and opening the fridge. "Ravioli it is then", I say, "If that's okay with you", I say, turning to Harry.
"Fine by me", he smirked, leaning against the bench. I rolled my eyes before placing Darcy in her fathers arms.
"So...what is you favourite color?", Harry asked. I let out a laugh, shaking my head.
"Purple", I smirk, then reaching up to a high cupboard to get out a pan. Harry then took this opportunity to slap my bum hardly, making me yelp and clutch it with a blush on my cheeks. Harry laughs, slapping it again, but not so hardly before leaning back on the bench again.
"You're really pissing me off", I said, filling the pot with water before placing it on the stove.
"I can't help It babe, I needed to do it", he laughs.
"You need to stop being like this in front of your daughter. What if she grows up and thinks that acting like that is okay. That's how teenage girls get forced into things", I say harshly.
He grabbed my hands and pulled me close, "It's not like I would let any boys near my daughter anyway", he frowned at me. I could tell that my comment ticked him off slightly.
I stepped away, smirking at my achievement. "And what, you think it's okay to act like this to me?", I asked.
"You don't complain about it", he retorts.
"That's a lie", I say.
"No, it's not. You practically beg mentally for me to do all the things to you", he steps closer quickly, making me jump back. Reflex. He frowns angrily at me before I walk out of the kitchen and into Logan's room, grabbing out her old high chair that she doesn't use anymore because she is too big.
I carry it out to the kitchen where I place against the wall, taking Darcy from Harry and placing her in it. She smiles at me and I tickle her tummy before walking back to the stove. By now, the water was boiling, signaling that I could put the ravioli in. I could feel Harry's eyes on me and it was annoying me, "Stop staring", I say harshly again, watching him out of the corner of my eye.
"Sorry", he muttered.
Soon enough, I felt a pair of arms snake around my waist, "Don't tell me that you don't enjoy this", he whispered into my ear. "Because, I know you enjoy it and I enjoy it too"
"Not when you're being a dick", I say, trying to push him away.
"Avery, don't you get it?", he said harshly back, turning me so I was facing him, "I just told you that I really like you and then you act as though I am nobody? I don't know how to tell a girl I have strong feelings for them because they usually say it to me! I'm new to this and you just keep brushing me off", he spat angrily.
"I don't know how to handle this situation either Harry! I know you don't know this but I haven't had a guy even look at me since way before I was pregnant! So don't blame this on me! I'm not the one starting all these things!", I spat back. Harry looked shocked. I don't know why though.
"You're really hot when you're angry", Harry said before smashing his lips onto mine. This kiss was different. It felt more heated and filled with lust, but it still meant a lot.
He pulled away, beaming in achievement. "Told you that you enjoy it"
"OKAY! WHATEVER! I enjoy it okay! Happy?", I shout, exasperated.
Harry nods his head. But when I thought that I would be free to finish dinner, I was pulled in for another kiss. Harry's hands made their way to my bum, lifting me and placing me on an available space on the bench. Without thinking, I wrapped my arms around his neck as he stepped between my legs, massaging my hips. I moaned, squirming slightly before we pulled apart. "Sounds like you're getting excited", he whispered, leaning down to kiss my neck.
I let out another moan, fisting his curls, resulting in a throaty moan from Harry.
I pushed Harry my the shoulders, shaking my head. "Not in front of Dar-", I said, turning to the baby but seeing that she was fast asleep.
"Help me", I say, signaling to Darcy. He lifted the sleeping baby out of the high chair, as he followed me into my bedroom where we placed her on my bed, surrounded with pillows.
I turned to face Harry, watching as he pulled me in for another kiss before dragging me out to the lounge room.
He sat down on the couch, pulling me on top of him. I continued to kiss Harry, not being able to stop myself.

He gripped my bum, making me once again moan, resulting in Harry squeezing it hard. "Ass", I slapped his shoulder, making him giggle.

I hadn't realized that I started to move my hips against his until he pulled away, gripping tightly onto my hips, "Babe I would stop if you know what's good for you", he moaned.
I giggled, pulling him back in and continuing to move my hips. My knees were helping me sit over him as they were pressed onto the couch either side of Harry.

I told myself that this wasn't right, but I just couldn't pull away. It was like a magnetic force, keeping me against Harry.
I forced myself to stop moving my hips, doing everything I could to pull away, "This isn't right", I whispered as Harry opened his eyes when my lips had left his.

He nodded his head before I scooted off him and returned to the kitchen.