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You know how I told Emma about that whole "when you fall in love, the world stops" thing? Yeah, I wish I could say that was a lie, but I guess not. Then again, I was hoping that it was just my mind.

I couldn't believe it. Oliver was just standing there, and I didn't know what to do or say.

"Katie?" he finally said. Yeah, this conversation was going just about nowhere.

"Daddy!" Emma exclaimed again. She extended her arms to him and he took her from me.

This was not happening. Every emotion had overcome me. Anger, happiness, hate, love, guilt…… I didn't know what to think.

Alicia and Angelina joined us and I know that they were just as shocked. Still, Oliver and I hadn't managed to say anything but each other's name. "Alicia, Angelina," Oliver said with a nod to them. I was getting a little pissed with the whole name thing, but what could I do? "Katie," Oliver said, once again, touching my arm. "I can't believe it's you."

"You know what, why don't we take Emma?" Angelina said, taking Emma from Oliver.

"But I wanna stay with Daddy!" Emma whined.

"How about I buy you and Kyle an ice cream cone?" Angelina bribed. Emma's face lit up and Angelina and Alicia each gave me a look before walking away. Half of me was grateful and the other half wanted to scream at them to come back.

"Maybe we should go somewhere private," Oliver suggested. I simply nodded, unable to find my voice. I followed him away from the busy alley to the park, where we walked along the stone path, past people who were enjoying their day, unaware of the horrible situations other people were going through at the same very moment. This had to be a dream. "I can't believe it," Oliver finally said, turning to face me. He wrapped his arms around me in a hug and I was surprised to find that I wasn't bawling my eyes out. Was I angry at him? Or was I happy? I didn't know. "Say something, please," Oliver begged.

I shook my head as an excuse to find my voice. "I don't know what to say," I finally admitted. And then the tears came. Oliver wrapped his arms around me, which didn't help in the least bit. "I thought you were dead," I said as I finally managed to speak.

He shook his head. "I'm as alive as I've ever been."

"But you never wrote-"

"I couldn't," Oliver said quickly. "If the letters had been intercepted, we'd both be in danger."

"But you couldn't write one small letter, at least to let me know you were ok?" I asked, anger overcoming me. Suddenly, I felt the past 5 years of grief that I'd experienced all coming out.

"I couldn't take the risk-" Oliver started.

"Oliver, you're the father of my child!" I exclaimed. "For 5 years I've been questioning whether I'd ever see you again, whether Emma would ever meet her dad!"

"Katie, you have to understand," Oliver said calmly. "I couldn't write you. If someone had found those letters, you could've been in danger, I could've been in danger, and the whole point of the war could've been exposed! I thought you'd understand!"

"Understand what?" I asked coldly. "You getting me pregnant and then leaving me for 5 years?"

His face fell. "You know that I didn't intend for that to happen."

"Well it did."

"I'm sorry!" Oliver exclaimed. "I told you that before I left! And, I told you that I'd be back and that I would have stayed if I could have! I thought you'd realize that."

"And I thought that you'd realize that waking up as a single mother everyday, not knowing where the father of your child is, not even knowing if he's alive, isn't exactly easy."

"I didn't want to leave you!" Oliver exclaimed. "You know I didn't!"

"But you did, Oliver!" I yelled. "You left me and Emma."

A heavy, terrible silence fell among us and tears continued to stream down my face. I looked at the ground. How could this be happening? One minute I'm living the life I'd been used to, the next minute I'm standing here fighting with Oliver. "Look Katie," he said, taking my hand. "Let's just forget about all of this and start off where we left."

I yanked my hand away. "You think it's that easy!" I exclaimed. "You think you can just come back into my life and act like everything's OK?"

"Katie, you're not the only one who's been struggling these past 5 years!" Oliver said.

"……What do you mean?"

"I've been living in hiding, barely knowing where I am, myself, all at the expensive of one man who thinks it's OK to kill off the world."

"You're the one who chose to leave," I pointed out.

"I didn't choose to leave!" Oliver defended. "You know I didn't want to go!"

"But you did!" I was practically screaming. People were staring at us, and I ignored them.

"Why are you so mad at me if you know I didn't have a choice!" Oliver asked.

"How could I not be mad at you?" I yelled back. "You left me to be a 19 year-old single mother!"

"And I was a 20 year-old father living thousands of miles away without his girlfriend or daughter!" Oliver retorted. "You're not the only one who had to deal with this situation!"

"Oh, really, and you were there when Emma was born?" I asked. "And you were there when she first could walk and when she first could talk? You were there when she got pneumonia and I had to rush her to the hospital at 2 in the morning?"

"No, but I wish I could have been!" Oliver said. "Katie, we're not going anywhere with this."

"Well, are we still fighting?"

"Yes."

"And am I still angry."

"Yes-"

"Then honey, we are where we are!" I exclaimed. Oliver sighed and ran his hand through his hair. "You know what?" I finally said. "I'm going home. I don't what to deal with this. I have to go. I'm leaving."

I started to walk away but Oliver called after me. "That's it? You're just going to walk away and leave me?"

I whipped around. "Yeah, pretty much. Let me know how it feels."

When I got home, I found Angelina, Kyle, and Emma all sitting in the living room, waiting for me. Angelina attacked me with questions and I waved her off, thanking her for watching Emma. I knew she was mad at me for not telling her what happened, but I couldn't even handle it myself. "I just have to think it over," I explained. Angelina nodded.

"Do you want me to take Emma for the night?" she asked.

"Why?"

"Well, aren't you and Oliver going to be you know, figuring things out together?"

I shrugged. "Nope."

"So you got everything resolved?"

I shrugged again. "Doesn't matter," I said carelessly. "He can leave and never come back. After all, I'm used to it."

"Katie, you can't do that," Angelina said. "He's Emma's dad. You can't just cut him out of your life, let alone her life. You guys are supposed to be together."

"Not now, we aren't."

"Well, let me take Emma," Angelina offered. "It'll give you some time to clear your mind." I sighed and hugged her.

"Thanks."

She nodded and I said goodbye to Emma and they left.

I took a shower and went straight to bed, but couldn't sleep. There were too many thoughts in my head. I couldn't believe this was happening. I'd never prepared myself for this, because I honestly didn't think Oliver would ever come back.

But how could he just come back and act like nothing happened? So much has happened. He barely knows Emma, but he wants to just automatically be her dad? It just isn't that simple. I mean, I never really got over him, so it isn't exactly easy just letting him come back. And what if he's only back because he knows he has to because he has a kid? Emma's the only reason he's back. I mean, I'm grateful that he cares about her enough to be willing to be her dad, but what if that's the only reason he returned? Why else would he come back?

The next morning I woke to the sound of the doorbell ringing. I groaned and attempted to fix my hair as I hurried to the door. I pulled it open and immediately wanted to slam it shut again. I should have known.

"Hey," Oliver said. I took a deep breath and stepped aside, letting him in. "Where's Emma?" he asked.

"Angelina took her for the night," I told him. He looked disappointed.

"You've gone nearly 5 years without seeing her. One more day won't make a difference." I guess my bitterness hadn't subsided.

"Can we just talk?" he asked. "And I mean actually talk."

I sighed. "Fine. Let me go get dressed. And don't leave and come back in 5 years." I hurried into my room and pulled on a T-shirt and jeans, before brushing my teeth and hair and hurrying back into the living room, where Oliver was still sitting. "OK, talk," I said.

Oliver sighed. "Why are you so angry at me?" he asked.

"Oh, let me see…… because you got me pregnant and then left me?"

"First of all, you know I didn't mean to get you pregnant," Oliver said. "Besides, I seem to recall you being OK with it."

"You think I was OK with being pregnant at the age of 19!" I exclaimed.

"No, but I don't remember you being this mad at me back then."

"That was before you left me!"

"And there's another point," Oliver said. "You know very well that I didn't want to leave you. And, I know very well that you remember the day we went to the Ministry of Magic together to plead them to let me stay." I fell silent. He had me there. "And I think you also know that I loved you more than anything. And I know that you felt the same."

I sighed and looked up at him. "I still do."

(There you have it. It wasn't all that great, and I apologize. I do hope you won't give up on me here. Review and let me know what you think.)