Ever since I saw the man that looked like Harry, I was on high alert. I wanted to see him again, if just to confirm what I saw. The man haunted me and made me look like a crazy person in public. I went on long walks around the city, waiting for a glimpse of him to show up.

With my luck, he was a tourist who was just visiting and had gone home by now. But still, every morning I tried a different coffee shop, a different route home.

Mila knew I was going a little crazy. She offered to watch William for me and give me an afternoon to relax and do some Christmas shopping since it was coming up.

I took her up on it, and tried to not think about the man I was looking for. I went to a mall and bought loads of stuff for William. I hadn't had a baby shower, so anything he needed I had to get, except for a few cute outfits from Mila.

I wanted to get him a few toys and maybe a mobile. I didn't have a lot of people to buy for this Christmas. Just William and Mila.

I ended up buying way more than I had planned, but that was fine. I knew he was far too young to appreciate Christmas so it was more for me.

I stopped in a restaurant on the other side of town, very far from where I lived, and got a gift certificate for Mila. The restaurant had been getting good reviews lately, and I thought that would be a nice gift.

I gave it to her when I returned home. It was close enough to Christmas and I wanted her to be able to use it when she wanted. "Thank you," she said, giving me a hug. "All right. Tomorrow night, we're going here."

"Mila..." I said. "I got that for you and Stan to use."

She shrugged. "He doesn't like to go out to eat- he's a chef. My little sister will come watch Will and we can go out for a few hours. Please, I think you need the time away."

I agreed to her plans, and the next day we went out. It was kind of nice getting dressed up. I washed my hair and brushed it straight. Pregnancy had done weird things to my hair, and it was now a lot curlier than before. I put on a skirt and sweater. Not a lot of things fit right at the moment.

She brought her sister, Allie, to watch William. I had a really hard time saying goodbye to him, but I would be back in two hours. He would be asleep for most of it too, so I knew he wouldn't miss me. Allie was seventeen and Mila said she was a good kid.

"Let's take a taxi," she said, hailing one. I didn't mind, it was a far walk. The only thing that put me off a little was that I couldn't look for the guy as much. "Why do you always look around so much?"

"I'm crazy." I told her. "That's why."

"You're looking for Will's dad, aren't you?" she asked.

"He's dead," I said. "But that guy last weekend... looked so much like him. And I know you think that I'm just dealing with my grief weird... but they could have been twins, Mila. Right down to the glasses."

"I don't think you're too crazy," she said slowly. "But I don't think you should be constantly searching for this guy, Rosa. What would you say to him if you found him anyways."

I had never thought about it. "I don't know," I admitted. "But I really want to. It's just something I have to do."

"Please just be careful. If you find him... he could be a bad person," she warned.

I nodded, ignoring it. I knew she wouldn't understand it. She was a great friend and was doing her best as a friend, but she would never get the whole situation. We got to the restaurant, which was lovely and fancy. We got a booth in the back next to a fireplace. The whole restaurant was really cozy. We had some privacy to talk.

"How did you end up here?" she asked.

"Well, you're full of questions today, aren't you?" I asked. She had not asked many questions until today.

"You don't want to talk about it?" she asked, shaking her head. "That's fine... I just guessed you might want to talk to someone about what happened. Why your boyfriend or fiance or whoever he was died, why you're in Canada on your own and not in England with your family or something."

I sighed. Mila would be the person that I trusted most with this information, but I wasn't sure if I was ready to talk about it. "I'm sorry, Mila," I said. "I want to tell you, but I've got it it all locked so far away."

"That's not healthy, Rosa," she warned me.

I swallowed. "I know," I admitted. "But what alternatives do I have?"

"Talk about it," she urged me.

I could not talk about Harry. Sometimes even looking at my son was too much, because he looked so much like his father. His eyes had even begun to lose their gray newborn color. They had started to turn green.

"I'm a twin," I told her. I could talk about Miles and Fiona, they were safe. "I have a brother named Miles. He's an art student in London. He's so talented. I know he's going to make it big. And I have an older sister- Fiona. She's... beautiful, one of the most beautiful person I've ever seen. She was going to school to be a teacher... but when I left she had just announced that she was pregnant. So... I don't know what she's doing now."

"Wow," she said. "I never imagined you had a twin. So your sister's baby and Will must be about the same age?"

"I don't know how pregnant she was," I told her. "But yeah... both born in the fall at least."

"Do you ever have plans to go back to England?" she asked. Our food came, and it looked amazing. She had gotten steak and I got a chicken and pasta dish.

"I can't," I said, shaking my head. I wanted to, so badly, but I couldn't.

"Oh," she said. I knew she didn't understand. She deserved to know the whole story but I just couldn't tell her.

There was a commotion as a waiter on the other side of the restaurant dropped a tray of drinks and they shattered, and we both turned to look. My eyes strayed to the bar, where only one man sat.

It was my guy, with the black hair. I recognized him immediately. "That's him!" I whispered quickly to Mila.

"Who?" she asked.

"The man at the bar is the one that looks like Will's dad," I informed her. "I have to talk to him."

"Rosa, sit down. Don't make a fool of yourself, please," she begged me. She reached out and grabbed my sleeve.

"Mila, I know you don't understand, but please. I will be right back," I got up and placed my napkin on my seat and walked to the bar.

He was alone, hunched over the bar drinking something dark. His hands were folded, and I couldn't quite see his face. I walked quickly and with purpose.

As I got closer, he looked up. We locked eyes and he jumped back. "Please don't come any closer!" he said, quickly. "You look too much like someone I know... knew."

Was it actually him? "Harry?" I asked, walking closer. He bolted though, straight out the door. I followed him.

"You're not real!" he yelled, trying to run away. I saw Mila dash up and follow me out the door.

"I am too!" I said, as I struggled to keep up with him. He was running again. "Slow down, and let me prove it to you."

"No!" he said, "Just leave me alone!"

"At least slow down!" I persisted. He was so close, I wasn't letting him get away. "I'm out of shape."

"ROSA!" I heard Mila off in the distance yelling. She was wearing high heels and would not run after us.

"If you really are Rosalin, then why are you out of shape?" he questioned, and I closed the gap slightly.

"Because having a baby can do that to you!" I shouted. That made him stop, and I bumped into him because I wasn't able to stop in time.

"You had a baby?" he asked, softly, looking at me again. It was Harry, it was! He was here and alive and I wasn't delusional or crazy.

I was panting and it took a moment to catch my breath. "Yeah, I did."

"I thought you were dead," he said. "Kingsley told me you died from the allergic reaction to Erumpent fluid! You went into a coma and they couldn't pull you out!"

"Well he told me one of the attackers got you. I've got your watch! I thought you had been killed!"

"No," he shook his head. "They just knocked me unconscious."

"Oh my God," we said, at the same time. He ran to be right in front of me, and cupped my face in his hands. He kissed me, and it was feverish. Tears rolled down my eyes and I could feel the sobs coming. He held me so close to him I didn't know it was possible.

Mila had caught up to us at this point. "Rosa," she asked, "What the hell is going on?"

"This is Will's dad," I said through tears. "He's alive."

"Will?" Harry asked, excitedly. "Is that...?"

"Your son," I said. "William James."

He kissed me again. "Oh my God," he said again, placing his head in his hands.

"I thought you said he was dead?" she asked, looking hurt.

Now she thought I lied to her. I looked terrible like this.

"I thought he was," I explained, "And he thought that I was."

"How the hell did this...?" she trailed off, just looking so confused.

"It's a really long story," Harry said, wiping the tears off his face. "Basically, we got involved in the government in a way we shouldn't have and they convinced us that the other was dead and relocated us here. I'm Harry, by the way."

Mila shook his hand reluctantly. "Mila Albain. I..."

"I'm sorry, Mila, that's all I can tell you," I said. "I really am... I..."

I could see that she was hurt and it hurt me. "Fine," she said, looking down. "Go home. Will deserves to meet his dad."

I handed her twenty dollars for dinner, gave her a hug, and left. Harry had hailed a cab and helped me into it. I put myself nearly on top of him, just to be sure he was real. I was still in shock of what had just happened.

"I thought you were gone," I told him. "I thought I would never see you again and that killed me. I thought William would never have a daddy."

"I know, he said, kissing my neck, "I know, me too. But I'm here now and we can be together and it's going to be alright."

I was still crying, but it was slowing down. I had to direct the cab driver to my apartment, which was all the way across the city.

"Kingsley must have been really stupid to put us in the same city." I commented. I was so furious with Kingsley that if I ever saw him again I would hurt him.

"Or really smart," he explained. "I mean, really, what's the chance two people would see each other in a city? I mean, this surely isn't a large city, but there's tons of people here nonetheless. The chances of us finding each other were incredibly slim."

I just shook my head. I was so overwhelmed but grateful and I couldn't wait for him to meet our child. The cab pulled up outside my apartment building and Harry handed him money.

"I'm going to send my babysitter home and then you can come in," I said. "Just go down the hall and once you see her leave come in."

I told Allie there was a cab waiting downstairs for her and handed her a twenty dollar bill. She left pretty quickly after that, and I went into my bedroom to get Will. I held him to my chest and rocked him back and forth.

I heard the apartment door shut, and Harry came in. He saw the baby in my arms, and came right over. He followed me as I sat on the couch. "He's so little," he commented.

"He's about three and a half weeks old," I said, handing Will to him. I showed him how to hold his hand behind his neck and support him.

Will opened his eyes and blinked at Harry. "Oh my God," Harry repeated. "I'm a father."

I began to cry. I never thought this moment would happen, and here it was. This was the greated thing that could ever happen to me and I was so grateful it did.

~,~

I woke up a few times during that night to feed Will. As I sat up in bed, I marveled at the sight next to me, a half naked Harry. I ran my hand over his bare back, trying to memorize everything about him.

"I can't believe you're really here," I murmured to him after placing Will back in his bassinet.

He turned and faced me, just waking up from sleep. "I can't believe it either," he said, smiling. "I keep thinking this is all a dream and I'll wake up back in my apartment, alone."

He had spent an hour with Will earlier, before he really needed to go back to sleep. He slept on Harry's chest for awhile, and they were beautiful together. I was a little jealous, it had taken me nine months of preparing to be a mum. He had half an hour.

I thought about how much time we had lost, and how much things had changed in that time. I wondered what things were like in England. Talking to Mila today about my siblings had dug up some stuff and I missed them.

"Harry," I said, softly. His eyes were shut but his breathing was irregular.

"Hmm, Rosa?" he asked without opening his eyes.

"Can we go back to England?"

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