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"We need to slow down on this sex thing before we get tired of having it so much." I say as I step out of the shower. It had been a week since Harry and I first had sex and we've honestly been having it ever since. I watch as he dries his face off with the hand towel before turning to me, a smirk playing at his lips.

"I don't think I'll ever get tired of it with you," he says, his eyes raking me up and down. "I suggest you get dressed in the next two seconds before I'm tempted to throw you on the bed."

I feel tempted but I knew I had things to do today. "It's almost Penelope's birthday." I mention making him nod. "Are we going to do anything?" I ask as I slip on a fresh pair of undergarments with a matching bra.

As I do this, Harry watches me with his arms crossed. "Well it all depends on her, she says she's already old enough to make her own decisions." Harry grumbles making me remember last nights banter during dinner.

"Why can't I have a boyfriend?"

"Why do you want one? You're only six."

"If I'm old enough to dress myself, I'm old enough to make my own decisions."

"And you're still old enough to get grounded."

I laugh, the bickering playing in my head over and over again. "If I cant handle that, I don't want to imagine what I'm in for when she's a teenager." Harry groans making me roll my eyes.

"You'll be fine," I assure, throwing my dirty clothes inside the hamper. "Will your mom and Gemma be able to come?" I ask, brushing out my hair before I put it in a ponytail.

Harry bites the inside of his cheek. "Mum's a bit terrified of planes, to be honest and Gemma has Dessy and she's still a bit too young and overall she's paranoid Dessy will suddenly stop breathing and there'll be no doctors or some shit." He explains making me nod. "I think a nice dinner at a restaurant will be good for her, she likes good food."

"Then I need to go shopping for a gift for her then." I say. I definitely need to go to the mall for that.

"Okay, but nothing too expensive Rosie, alright? I don't want them to be spoiled." He says. "On second thought, why don't we all go? I think a day out will be good for the kids."

"Are you sure? I have no problem with going on my own." I say making Harry nod and kiss my forehead.

"It'll be fun."

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Harry, the kids and I ended up walking around the mall for about 30 minutes before the girls wanted to go inside the Disney store and when we did, Sophia went straight for the small castle playground while Penelope looked around.

"Who's your favorite, baby?" Harry asks, kneeling beside Penelope as she looked at the stuffed toys.

"I don't want any presents this year." She says after a while, looking at us both almost as if she knew what we were here for.

"Why not, Penny?" I ask, looking at her and she shrugs. "What would you like then?"

"I just want daddy to not work so much, last year he worked on my birthday." She says making me look to Harry with a disappointed look making him look at Penelope, almost as if he couldn't believe she said that.

"I did not." He argues. "Don't you remember I got you that wii console thing you always wanted? I was there, Penelope."

"Yeah, after you weren't there all day and I saw you the next morning." She crosses her arms, challenging Harry.

"You're not only getting older, you're getting very mouthy." Harry says making Penelope shrug. "Fine. No presents, what would you like to do?"

"Why is it always up to me? You're my dad, you should know." She retorts making Harry purse his lips and lean towards me on my ear.

"At what age do girls get their... you know what?" He whispers making me snort and push at his chest.

"Would you like to have dinner anywhere specific?" I ask making her shrug.

"If you want to." She says before walking away, getting distracted by Sophia who was looking at the Disney princess dolls. I turn to Harry.

"Please don't ever leave us." Harry says, burrowing his face into my neck. "I'm not ready to handle anymore attitude out of her."

"Well, you heard her. She says she wants you to lay off on working so much as a gift, maybe we can go to dinner and then come back and have a movie night with snacks with them?" I suggest making him nod.

"Honestly that sounds like a plan." He says, looking away from me to notice a guy walking in the store, looking around. "Shit." He grumbles making me scrunch my eyebrows.

"What's wrong?" I ask.

"That's one of my coworkers. He's the one that's been inviting me out all this time and I told him I would today but I didn't." He says and as soon as he stops talking, the man is now behind him.

"Harry, you son of a bitch." The man chuckles and when Harry moves to stand at my side, I can see his face.

"Are you following me now, is that what we're doing Liam?" Harry says making the Liam guy throw his head back in a laugh.

"Don't flatter yourself, mate. I knew you weren't going to show, and I remembered it's my nephew's birthday tomorrow so here I am." He says before turning his attention to me.

"Liam, this is Rosalie my girlfriend, Rosalie, this is Liam, my -"

"One of his long time friends, nice to finally meet you." He shakes my hand making me smile. "Some lads and I have been trying to meet you for a while now but Harry's been holding out."

"It's nice to meet you as well," I say with a smile.

"That's right I have." Harry grins making Liam laugh.

"Anyway, Vanessa and I want to have a dinner next week, the guys are coming and you should too and bring Rosalie with you so she can be around women, and not just you all the time." Liam mocks making Harry hum.

"I will kindly have to decline, we're busy next week."

"How many times are you going to feed me that same bullshit excuse and expect me to believe it?" Liam raises an eyebrow.

"Don't we, Rosie?" Harry turns to me and I nod.

"We actually do. It's Penelope's seventh birthday next week, but we would've loved to." I say, offering a sympathetic smile.

"Alright, fine. I believe her." He says. "I guess I'll leave you to it, I'll see you at work since that's the only place you actually show up to." Liam mocks, punching Harry's shoulder as he passes by. "Goodbye, Rosalie." He smiles at me making me wave.

"He's nice." I say, standing in front of Harry.

"Too nice it makes me sick." He remarks making me roll my eyes. "Well, I guess you've met one of my friends. When am I going to meet yours?"

Flashbacks of my girlfriends drunk and shouting at the top of my lungs pass through my head. "Um. I'm thinking never." I say making him chuckle.

"Why not?"

"Well, because my friends are my age, you know? They're a bit too.." I trail off making him nod. "You wouldn't expect them to join us for a quiet dinner, trust me."

"Maybe one day." He says, kissing the top of my forehead before calling the girls. He grabs the stroller and we walk away.

"Your girlfriend, huh?" I say, bringing up the fact that he called me his girlfriend. It actually made butterflies erupt in my stomach.

He scrunches his nose. "Trust me, I never thought I'd use that phrase ever again in my thirties."

I laugh. "Well, I liked it." I smile up at him making him return the smile.

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