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Grace's POV.

"Well, that's a wrap," says the host thanking everybody before the screen goes dark.

I sigh and shoot a glare to the papers on the tea table.

I thought things were going fine for us. We aren't seeing each other much, but we get along. He's always busy and I'm studying hard, yet we were getting back in shape. We weren't even fighting anymore. What went wrong then?

Possible that Harry pretended all this time?

It can't be possible.

Joy is asleep next to me on the couch with her red cheeks and her tiny curls all stuck to her face, making her look like the loveliest girl in the world. I lean in and kiss her forehead testing the sweat. I linger there for a very long time, petting her hair back. I feel the physical need to squeeze her to my chest and remained myself everything will be okay, but I can't she'll wake up and hasn't sleep so peacefully in a long time.

Hunter as always is at her side, his head on the couch sleeping in a standing position trembling but not leaving his place.

Joy's eyes flatter, she rests her glare immediately to me and I smile the widest I can make her worry. She climbs on my lap and sneaks her face in the crook of my neck, making me ticklish for her breath fanning over my skin.

I embrace her and keep on cuddling my sweet girl.

''Mommy?'' She starts and I lower my eyes to look for hers. Dang, it looks like staring back into a mirror to see myself watching and digging into my soul.

'' Yes, baby elf?'' I nevertheless replay trying to sound as calm as possible.

'' Baba?'' My heart drops and I squeeze her hard.

'' Go back to sleep, he'll be back when you wake up again, I promise.'' But I don't know for how long, after what I found in our room.

For how long was he ruminating about this? I stand before I start crying like a hopeless girl and go upstairs to put Joy to bed.

I cover her tiny body and kiss her head. She's such a good human being.

I hear the sound of keys chattering and I prepare for the battle. Now there's no more hurt, just rage and it has been a while since I got so mad so I don't know what I'll do to Harry if he doesn't rethink of this.

When I go down, he's laying his bag on the couch, dark begs are under his eyes but he has this grin over his face that makes it all look secondary.

He pushes his hair behind his ears, it has grown so much it has almost reached his nipples, the first two at least.

'' Finally!'' He reaches out for me and I straighten, taking a step back making him confused.

'' What?'' He blurts as to mean what now? What have I done? He sounds so desperate it tiny worries me but he's the one who started, not me. It was everything going so fine.