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"Time for bed girls." I say from the couch. We decided on spending the night at my grandma's house tonight since it was pretty late and Harry didn't want to drive two hours back.

"No mommy!" Sophia whined, pouting from her place on the floor. We were all watching Disney movies with the kids, my grandma also joined us on her rocking chair and Harry and I were on the couch under a blanket with Eric on my arms asleep.

"Listen to Rosalie girls, we have to be up early tomorrow to drive back home, let's go, say good night." Harry says. My grandma stood up and went over to the girls, hugging them.

"Good night, nana." They both said in unison making my heart warm up.

"I'll take you girls to your room." Grandma said before turning to us. "Now, both of you can take your old room or one of you sleeps on the couch." She says before leaving upstairs.

I yawn, making Harry sit up. "I'll take the couch," he says. "I just need a pillow and a blanket." He says making me nod. I stand up with the baby in my arms.

"Follow me." I say and lead him up the stairs. Once we reach my old room, Harry looks around noticing every picture I had of me and my old friends on my wall.

"I take it this was your room?" He rhetorically asks with a smirk making me roll my eyes and place the baby on my bed. I go towards my closet and take out blankets and a pillow.

"You were quite popular, weren't you?" He says, looking at a picture of me with my group of friends at a frat party. I scoff.

"Yeah, cause I'd be working as a nanny if that were the case." I joke. He shrugs and looks around, taking in every picture I had.

"I still can't believe your grandmother asked if I was giving you sex." He laughs making me groan and fall on the bed. "I take it she likes me."

"Oh, she'll love any man that's in my life. She keeps telling me she wants to live enough to see me get married and have children. I'm sure she gave up once I turned twenty and still didn't have a boyfriend, so she's settling for me being a nanny." I shrug.

"Have you ever thought about it?" He says making me sit up with a confused look. "Having kids?"

"I mean— I've never really thought about it." I was never in a position where I was questioned if I ever wanted my own children. Some of my friends and grandmother would ask, but nothing ever made me so sure. I was working a 9-5 job with no child experience. But this time was different, I actually had child experiences and in my defense, I did a hell of a job. "But now that you ask— and seeing how much I love your kids, I honestly don't have to. I love them enough."

"I mean, kids of your own. A kid that validates the term my child instead of my kids that I babysit. I know I'm not always there, but having children was probably the best decision I had ever made. They keep you alive. You won't truly know that feeling until you've gone through that." He says making me bite the inside of my cheek.

"Well, I mean I do wonder what a child of mine would look like, but I'm too busy. I love my job and I don't plan on quitting anytime soon." I shrug with a smile making him chuckle and walk over to Eric who was asleep.

He sits down next to him and caresses his head. "I love my kids, and I would do anything to see them happy."

"I love your kids as well," I say with a smile, crawling over to where he was and sitting down.

He looks to me. "Our kids." He says making me grin and before I can process anything else, he leans into me and places his lips on mine. When he pulls away, he looks to me as if expecting some sort of reaction but all I could do was lean back in and connect our lips.

"Do you want to sleep here?" I ask him making him nod kiss me once again.