Harold hasn't been the same man he was when Sophie was around. Reese has tried to help him but he has gone back to be the private, secretive and serious billionaire. He has closed himself to everyone, not letting anyone get too close to him, not wanting to get hurt again. Once again he built a wall around his heart, wanting to protect it even though he has never stopped loving his beautiful blonde angel.

Reese has given up trying to help him, he knew without Sophie that happy, relaxed Harold Finch was never going to come back and he hated it. He wanted his boss to relax, to take a break from the job, the machine and take time for himself but he knew that only would make him feel even worse, seeing how alone he was without her, all he had now it was Reese.

Sophie never told anyone about her pregnancy, only her roommate knew about it, not even her father because she knew she would have to give him some explanations and she wasn't sure if she was ready for that. She always went to the appointments to make sure everything was okay with the baby and took care of her own self until she gave birth.

She gave birth to a precious, perfect little boy. The baby had his mommy's blonde hair but his daddy's blue eyes. For Sophie, looking at the little boy it was like looking at his father so she decided to name him like his father but with only her last name. Harold Daniels. From that day on she dedicated her life to her son, making sure he had everything he needed, giving him all the love she had trapped in her heart.

As the child grew she noticed something was wrong with him. He wasn't like any other kid of his age; he barely played because he would easily get tired. She noticed marks over his body even though he haven't felt or hurt himself. He would get sick frequently, fever, nausea, she knew he was special. She got him to see a doctor and after so many tests, they found out the little boy had Leukemia.

Sophie didn't know what to do, she was alone, and she couldn't go back to NY at least for now. After contemplating all the options, she decided to work again to pay the treatment and save her son's life and so she did. She visited many doctors, looking for different opinions, choosing what the best was for her son. For years, she spent months in hospitals, not leaving her son alone any moment, trying to help him have a normal childhood even with his condition. It seemed that the treatments worked, but then the child was returning to relapse again and again. The last doctor that checked the boy, told Sophie about a good treatment in NY that could help him better. At first she hesitated because of all the memories and things she left back there but it was for her son so once again she packed everything up and returned to the city.

One morning Sophie decided to take Harold to the park so he could play with other children and have some fun. When they arrived, she made sure the little boy was fine and feeling good then let him go play after telling him to be careful. She stood near him for a little while and then walked over to a bench and sat down to read the newspaper while the little boy played.

Finch once again spent the night at the library, falling asleep on his desk in not a very comfortable position. When he woke up, his injured leg was sore for all the time he spent in the same position so he decided to go take a walk. After washing his face and putting his three-piece suit on again, he got Bear ready then headed with him to the park.

When they arrived, he quietly walked along with the dog. Looking around at the people spending time there, some of them with their children, some other working outdoors, talking with others, walking their dogs. He sighed, wondering how it would feel to be like them, quietly enjoying a day out without any worry. He shook his head softly and then frowned when Bear sped up and was pulling him along. "Bear? Calm down, buddy. Not that fast... Bear!" Finch called out to Bear as the dog pulled him over where a kid was lying on the floor, he might have felt or something while playing. Finch leaned over as much as he could and offered the little boy a hand to help him up. "Here, let me help you." The little boy smiled weakly and gently grabbed the offered hand while standing up again.

Sophie looked over to check on her son and noticed when he fell, she quickly threw the newspaper aside and headed over to him but Finch reached him first. She practically froze for a moment when she noticed who the man was. She opened her mouth to say something but nothing came out, she was speechless. "I…" she cleared her throat and looked down at the little boy. "Did you hurt yourself?" She asked softly, trying to control herself in front of Finch.

The little boy looked up at her mommy and shook his head lightly. "I'm okay but tired." He replied her as softly then pointed over at Finch. "He helped me up..." he smiled as he turned to look at Finch "thanks."

Finch felt a warmth like if he had known that little boy since forever. He was just as surprised when he saw Sophie standing in front of her and wondered if the little boy it was hers. Maybe she got married after I made her leave. He thought but then noticed she wasn't wearing any ring. He turned to look down at the little boy who had that same gaze of his, it made him wonder but he forced a smile. "You're welcome."

Sophie swallowed and finally turned to face Finch. "Harold… I…" Hearing their name, both guys looked up at her. "Uh… sorry, I don't know what to say, it have been so long…" She finally managed to say and looked down when the little guy touched her arm to get her attention and yawned softly. She leaned over and picked him up in her arms, holding him to her so he could lay his head on her shoulder and rest.

Harold watched them, so many questions going around his mind, wondering what she have done all this time. He looked at her and nodded softly. "Would you like to go get a coffee? Well, a tea… so we can talk. Indeed it has been a long time, eight years to be exact." He said softly.

She listened to him and nodded while rubbing her son's back noticing he has fallen asleep on her already. "I would love that." She said, finally smiling again like the day they met. "Can we go somewhere private, just us? I need to lay him down so he can rest."

Finch could feel his heart melting when she smiled at him, that was one of the things that made him fall in love with her. "Sure, come with me."

She nodded softly and followed him as he took her over to the safe house where they shared so many happy moments, which he haven't visited since their last night together.