Break On Me

"Maybe it's not about the happy ending.. Maybe it's about the story."

Sometimes it’s hard to accept what is, and it’s hard to go along with something even though you know you could do better.. But how come it’s so easy to slip up? So easy to say the wrong thing, use the wrong words, or even make the wrong moves? Sometimes we just all need to break.. in more ways than just mentally. I want you to know, that no matter what, I will always be here for you.. whether you like it or not, if you want me here or if you want me to live.. If you love me, or if you hate.. You can always break on me baby.

We loose ourselves in the things we love, we find ourselves there too..


54. Chapter 053


<<2 Weeks Later>>

So far the plane ride has been silent, Emmy hasn’t said a word and Katie’s been asleep for a while. We were half way to Los Angeles, hopefully this next half will go by fast. I left the house in Louise’s hands, knowing she’ll take care of everything for us.
I want to mention my recent thoughts to Emmy, but I’m too afraid she’s not up for conversation right now. She’s sitting beside me, her legs thrown over my lap as she stares at her phone screen, scrolling through social media I’m sure. My ideas aren’t bad, it’s just that it’s a lot to explain and a really big deal.
Moving into my house in Los Angeles would benefit us a lot. We would be able to get out of the city, away from the crowds. The office building I have in LA is smaller than my New York City location, which is the second largest – London is where my main office is, just not where I happen to live at this point in my life.
Los Angeles can offer Emmy more, too, so not all the benefits are for me. I feel like LA would be the best place for us right now, we need to get away from all the people and everything. My house is more excluded from the public eye and it would be a nice change.
But that’s only my thought, I’m sure Emmy wouldn’t really prefer to do the move right now, especially with Katie being so little and Em being pregnant. Just forget, Harry, it’s not going to happen. Might as well sell the house.
“Harry.’’ Emmy mumbles out, breaking the cold silence.
“Yeah, baby?’’ I ask, looking over in her direction. She’s so beautiful. She was wearing black leggings, a sweatshirt, no makeup, and her hair was pulled into a bundle on top of her head. Purely beautiful.
She looks up, her eyes meet mine for a few seconds before she looks back at her phone. I bite the inside of my cheek, hoping that everything is okay.
“I’m.. scared.’’ She says, sitting her phone down beside her on the leather sofa. I gulp lightly to myself, I knew this was coming. But it’s okay, she has every right to be afraid about this, well if it’s what I’m thinking about..
“About?’’ I ask, sitting my hand on her leg, giving it a squeeze. Emmy sighs as she throws her head back, closing her eyes as she licks her lips, getting ready to tell me. I can sense she’s worried.
“Everything.’’ The word leaves her mouth in a soft whisper, barely audible. What does that mean? I know what it means, but what’s worrying her more?
“So your.. uh, dad? Or our.. baby?’’ I throw her the question, really hoping to know what exactly is going on with her. I don’t mind talking, and I am willing to do anything to make her feel better. I just need to know what the main issue is.
“Everything, Harry.. Every little.. thing.’’ She groans as she sits up, moving her legs off of me and sliding on the couch beside me, leaning her head against my bicep after slouching down.
“Is your morning sickness getting any better?’’ I ask, wanting to change the topic to something a little better. At least there’s joy at the end of this, our little baby.
“No.. I feel sick all the time.’’ Emmy breathes out, her hand grabbing mine from my leg. She sits it on her lap and wraps both of her hands around it, her hands are so small and so soft. “I’m tired of puking, Harry.’’ She adds in, her breathing heavy beside me.
“I know baby, I wish I could take it away. But it’ll be over soon.’’ I say, maybe she’ll have some assurance now that everything’s fine and surely worth it.
She doesn’t reply, just fiddling with my fingers. Sometimes she does that, she just needs to relax I guess. For whatever reason it might be, I like it.
“I-” Emmy’s voice was cut off with the sound of crying. A huff leaves her mouth as I pull my hand away from hers, standing up from the couch leaving her there. Before I get to the door, I hear her huff again. She’ll just have to deal with it, I have to get the baby.
I won’t lie, Emmy can get jealous sometimes – whether it’s over a waitress at a restaurant or a model at a show or even Katie grabbing my attention. Despite her somewhat normal childhood, she didn’t get much attention because her parents worked a lot, so however much she can get.. she takes.
“Daddy’s got you baby girl.’’ I say as I push the door open and go over to the bed. Katie was crying, still in the same position on her back as I left her earlier, the pillows surrounding her to keep her from rolling.
“Shhh, Daddy’s here.’’ I whisper to her as I pick her up, her little eyes are puffy and red from crying. I hate seeing her cry, it breaks my heart, I just want her to be happy and smiling.
It only took about a minute for Katie to quiet down for me, resting her head on my shoulder. She’s so precious, I love every single little thing she does, it all just amazes me – she puts me in awe.
“We’ll be there soon baby.” The words left my mouth in a mumble as I entered the seating area where Emmy was patiently waiting on me, a pout on her pretty face.
I sit down beside her, placing Katie on my lap, her legs falling between my knees as she leans her temple against me. Poor thing, she’s so tired but once she’s up it’s hard for her to back to sleep right away.

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