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Katie walked upstairs, trying to remember why she had asked Draco to stay. She didn't know how long he would be staying or what his expectations were now that he knew about Faite. She was trying to go over all of this in her mind when she stopped at the top of the stairs; Draco was looking at the pictures of Faite on the wall, one picture in particular. It was the one of Faite in the hospital and he stared at that one for more than a minute without blinking. Katie cleared her throat and Draco turned to look at her, mixed emotions clouding his eyes. He placed his right hand in his pocket and, from what Katie could tell, balled it into a fist.

"I missed her first steps. Her first word," He said through clenched teeth. He turned back to the baby pictures of Faite; even as an infant she looked like Draco, except the smile, the smile was Katie's.

"I'm sorry," Katie whispered, not knowing what else to say. "I didn't know what else to do."

"Obviously talking to me was out of the question. God! Why didn't I see it?"

He kept his voice barely above a whisper, not wanting Faite to hear any of this. Katie peeked into the little girl's room; Faite had taken off her sandals and was putting her sneakers on the wrong feet and with no socks. Katie began to walk towards her daughter to help her but a strong arm held her back.

"How could you?" He asked, hurt in his eyes.

Katie could barely look at him. She shook her head and pulled her arm free.

"It's too late to change it now Draco."

She walked into Faite's room and pulled Faite's sneakers off and put socks on her small feet. Katie then proceeded to put Faite's sneakers on the correct feet.

"Mum, I wanna ride my trike."

"'Want to', not 'wanna'."

"Mum, I want to ride my trike," Faite corrected herself; no wonder she spoke so well.

"Okay, let's go downstairs."

Draco was still in the hall, gazing at the pictures. Katie sent Faite down the stairs and walked over to Draco. She put her hand on his arm and she felt him tense. She was getting short of breath just touching him so she stepped back a little.

"We're going outside, if you'd like to join us," Katie whispered softly.

It was silent for such a long moment she wasn't even sure Draco had heard her.

"Draco?"

He turned to look at her. His eyes held so much confusion it hurt Katie to look at him. She decided, instead, to hold a staring contest with the floor. She felt, more than saw, him shake his head. It was as if the more he got to know Faite, the angrier he got with Katie.

"How can I ever forgive you?" He asked quietly before walking past her and down the stairs after his daughter.

Katie didn't remember the last time she cried, but as the tears rolled down her face it didn't matter. All that mattered now was Faite. What did she think of Draco? Did Draco really want to be her father? How could Katie ever trust that he wouldn't leave? What would that make Katie and Draco?

It was too much for her; she let the tears fall and her body shake. He was right not to forgive her; it wasn't fair to steal a piece of him like that.

"Momma!" Faite called from down the stairs. "Are you coming?"

"Yes!" Was all she managed to squeak out.

She wiped her face on the shoulder of her shirt and took three very deep breaths. She walked down the stairs, blinking fresh tears away. As Katie walked into the kitchen, Faite was dragging Draco out the side door.

"It's red. Wait till you see how fast I am," She was saying.

Katie walked outside and leaned against the house. Faite was sitting on her tricycle while Draco buckled her helmet. He stepped back and Faite zoomed down the driveway. Draco took a few nervous steps forward as he watched her near the street but she turned swiftly and was back up the driveway in almost no time flat.

"Wow, you are fast," He said, genuinely surprised.

They spent the rest of the afternoon outside, Faite riding her tricycle or playing with a ball, and Katie and Draco ignoring each other. Finally, at around four in the afternoon, Faite began slowing down and said she was hungry.

"Bloody hell; I didn't get her lunch!"

Katie practically kicked herself as she ran inside, getting out the meatloaf she prepared last night. She popped it in the oven and began setting the table. It would only take about ten minutes to heat up. She couldn't believe she forgot to feed her own daughter. She was in the kitchen, grumbling and cursing herself into oblivion when Draco walked in, holding Faite's bright pink helmet in one hand. He leaned against the door.

"You know, you can't be perfect all the time."

"I forgot to feed my child, Draco," She said harshly.

"But guess what?" Katie looked up, he was nicer when Faite wasn't around she noticed. "She's going to live."

Katie rolled her eyes.

"Faite!" She called. "Come inside and wash your hands!"

Faite did as she was told and fifteen minutes later they were all eating in silence. Well, Draco was eating, Faite was more or less shoveling the food into her mouth, and Katie still refused to eat anything. She hadn't eaten all day but she had yet to feel the effects.

"Bath time," Katie said after Faite had finished her second helping.

Faite frowned.

"We can do it my tub," Katie condeded.

Faite's face lit up; Katie had a Jacuzzi tub which was big enough for Faite to swim in but Katie didn't like to use it because it was difficult to get her daughter out of the water.

"Run upstairs and get your nightgown ready," Katie said.

Faite first put her plate in the sink and then headed upstairs. Draco stared in awe. Katie stood up, dumped her uneaten food in the garbage and put her plate in the sink as well.

"I have never seen such a well behaved child."

"You should have seen her as an infant."

Katie immediately regretted her words; Draco's eyes changed from ocean blue to a cool gray and Katie sighed. She rinsed off the dishes but didn't wash them; she would do that later when fate was asleep.

"Well, you know where your room is, make yourself at home," Katie said as she walked upstairs.

"Thanks," She heard Draco mumble.

As soon as Katie was safe in her bathroom with the door closed, she let herself think about Draco, about how he found them. Life was about to get very complicated.

Draco leaned his chair back on two feet and placed his arms behind his head. He wanted so badly to be angry with Katie but every time she blushed, or dropped something, or even moved, he felt the anger melt away.

He got up and washed the dishes for her, seeing as he had nothing better to do. When that was done and they still didn't come downstairs, Draco decided to go exploring. He already saw the guest bedroom where he would be staying, he had seen a few glimpses of Faite's room, but what he really wanted to see was Katie's room. He walked up the stairs, ignoring the pictures, and walked to the very end of the hall. The door was open and he could hear the girls in the bathroom. Faite seemed to be giving her mother a hard time, but Katie was laughing nonetheless.

"Hold still," Katie laughed. "I have to wash the soap out of your hair before it gets in your eyes."

"Fine."

Faite sat, if not completely still then a little fidgety, in the bathtub with bubbles all over her body and let her mother rinse the shampoo out of her hair. But once Katie was done, Faite returned to splashing and playing. Katie tried to clean behind her daughter's ears and all along her pale arms. She was having difficulty because Faite refused to stop fidgeting.

Katie sighed, throwing her hands in the air and waving the white washcloth around like a flag in surrender.

"Alright, I give up. Bath time is over, come on."

Katie released the plug and Faite stood up, stepped out onto the towel on the floor, and Katie wrapped a large fluffy towel around her squirming daughter. Once wrapped up and mostly dry, Faite ran out of the bathroom. Draco had been sitting on the bed the entire time listening to their struggle in the bath. His eyes widened in surprisewhen his daughter ran out of the room in a just a towel.

"Faite!"

Katie started chasing after her daughter; she didn't even notice Draco sitting on her bed. Draco noticed her, though. She was soaked and her hair was a mess. Katie looked exactly as she had the last time he had seen her almost five years ago, save for the wet clothes. Five minutes later, Katie walked back into her room with Faite, clad in pajamas, on her hip. She nearly dropped Faite when she saw Draco sitting on her bed. Katie noticed that the bed didn't look quite as big when Draco was sitting on it.

"Um, hello?" She said.

She put Faite on the ground and Faite crawled onto Katie's bed. Katie was still looking at Draco, confused.

"You said to make myself at home," He explained.

"I meant in the guest room," She replied, crossing her arms.

He shrugged and looked at Faite, who was lying down on Katie's bed, ready to go to sleep. It was now around six o'clock but Faite wouldn't usually go to bed at around seven or eight.

"Why are you so tired, sweetie?" Katie asked, walking over to the side of the bed where Faite was lying. She crouched down so her face was level with her daughter's.

"Edward," Faite mumbled.

Realization dawned on Katie's face and she kissed the top of Faite's head. Katie picked her up and carried her down the hall to her room. She laid Faite down on her little bed and pulled her favorite book off the bookshelf and sat down at the edge of her bed. She opened the book and began reading.

"No, mum," Faite mumbled.

Katie stopped, mid sentence. She looked at Faite, who was already almost asleep.

"You want a different book, sweetie?"

"No. I want him to read it."

Katie looked taken aback. She turned to look at Draco who was leaning against the door. She looked back at Faite, whose eyes were not open but she was not yet asleep.

"Oh. Okay. Draco?"

Draco looked even more astounded than Katie.

"Of course," he coughed.

Draco and Katie traded places and Katie couldn't help but feel a little hurt. She knew Faite didn't mean anything by it but it still made her feel unwanted. This was the first time in three years that Katie hadn't read Faite a bedtime story.

Faite had fallen asleep before Draco was done reading but he finished the book anyway. He stood up and walked out of the room. Katie walked back to the bed and kissed Faite before walking out of the room and down the stairs after Draco. She walked into the kitchen where Draco was already sitting at the kitchen table. She sat down across from him and put her face in her hands.

"That was the first time I haven't read her a story in three years."

"Don't be so hard on yourself. I'm a new face. Kids get excited around new faces."

"I know. But it's just hard."

Katie's stomach grumbled loudly and Draco chuckled.

"Hungry?"

"A little. I'll just heat up some leftovers."

"No you won't." Draco said, jumping up from the table. "I'll make something."

"Draco, it's okay. I think I just need to sleep."

"It's only 6:30," He complained.

"I know, but it's been a long day."

Draco sighed. It had been a long day indeed. Not only did he find Katie, who he hadn't seen in five years, he found something he never thought he would: his daughter.

"I'm just going to go to sleep," Katie said.

She stood up and began to walk away but stopped as soon as her foot hit the bottom step. She turned to Draco and sighed.

"See you tomorrow, Draco. Goodnight."

"Night, Kate."

Katie practically ran upstairs. She showered, changed, and after an hour of the "bedtime routine" she threw herself on her bed, ready to sleep. But sleep refused to come. She lay in bed, tossing and turning for hours, practically crying, she was so tired. She kept her eyes closed for hours at a time but still stayed awake. She sat up and groaned. She looked at the clock; she'd been trying to fall asleep for five hours.

She got up and walked downstairs, getting herself a cup of tea. Katie also got out a yogurt from the fridge. She finished and decided to try and go back to sleep; now that she had something in her stomach it might be easier. As she was walking down the hall toward her room she heard a light snoring coming from the guest room. Katie opened the door quietly and looked at Draco: he was sprawled across the king size bed and he wasn't wearing a shirt. She stepped inside the room and before she could stop herself she crawled into bed with him. He didn't stop snoring so she knew he was still asleep. She put an arm across his chest and her cold hands shocked him awake.

"Katie?" He mumbled.

"I'm so sorry."

She didn't even realize she had started crying.

"Kate," Draco sat up, still half asleep. "Katie what are you talking about?"

"I shouldn't have left, I should have told you about Faite, I'm just so sorry," She let the sobs take over and she held him closer.

"Shh. It's okay."

Draco stayed sitting up, confused as ever. Katie still lay on top of him, crying. He couldn't fall back to sleep right away, even though Katie's breathing had evened out and she had stopped crying. He just couldn't get over the fact that she was in his arms again… finally.

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