The Moon's True Light

Ariela's POV
Harry is now out of the hospital , and I'm fortunate that he forgave me for being the world's biggest bitch.
I don't think the boys know we're related yet.
We told Julia, and she shouted "I KNEW THERE WAS SOMETHING GOING ON BETWEEN YOU TWO!!!!".
Anyway, Harry is coming over today for a little brother-sister-bonding time.
I did the simple necessary things everybody does when you have a guest coming over: pick up dirty laundry, and clean the litter box.
Then I just played Flow Free on my phone until Harry showed up.
He had a very difficult time moving himself in the house because he is using crutches with a broken arm and wrist.
So I helped him.
Once he was sat on the couch, Big Fat Guy came over to him.
"You've adopted a cat I see." he said.
"Well he's a rescue, from when I was in Taiwan". I responded.
"He's adorable, I've never seen a cat like him before." he said petting Big Fat Guy.
"Well he was the result of a one night stand between a Maine Coon, a very expensive cat in Asia, and a gutter stray." I told him.
"Well he is adorable, and a huge sweet heart." Harry said smiling.
"Why are we having such a conversation about my cat?" I asked.
"Because the author wanted to have scenes with us bonding, and this is the best she could think of." Harry responded.
"You've done stuff like this before I take it." I said.
"Oh yeah." he said.
"So how 'bout them sports teams?" I awkwardly asked.
"Well, the Packers made the playoffs." Harry said.
"Your British, how do you know who the Packers are?" I asked.
"I just do." he answered.
"How long is this conversation going to go on." I asked.
"Until the author decides to summarize our entire day together." Harry responded simply.
So Harry and I watched movies together, talked about our lives, and ate cheese.
We were having a great time until the front door creaked open.
"Ariela, I'm home!!!" Robert shouted.
Shit, I forgot he got home from visiting his parents in Chicago today.
He waltzed into the living room, but once he saw Harry he screamed, "WHAT IS THAT FUCKING MAN-WHORE IN DOING WITH YOU IN THIS HOUSE!!!"
Harry flinched in surprise at his voice.
"Relax Robert, Harry and I are just talking." I tried to comfort him.
"HE IS TRYING TO SLEEP WITH YOU , BECAUSE HE'S A MAN-WHORE AND THAT'S WHAT THEY DO!!" he screamed some more.
Harry then got up on his crutches and began limping towards the door.
"I better be on my way." Harry said.
"Harry do you need help getting to the cab?" I asked.
"No. I can handle it myself, like a respectable man-whore." He said with tears brimming his eyes.

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