After a few minutes, they arrived to the safe house and Sophie carried their son inside. She felt a shiver run through her spine as the memories of the moments they shared together in that house, came back to her mind.

"You can lay him in the bedroom while I make the tea if I find any here." He chuckled softly and limped over to the kitchen.

His voice lightly startled Sophie, making her turn to him and nodded softly. "Thanks" she replied softly before walking over to the bedroom, she tucked in the little boy and made sure he was comfortable before walking back over to Finch. She tried hard to control herself; all she wanted to do was go into his arms, needing the comfort that simple affection always gave her. Instead she cleared her throat and looked over at him. "Did you find anything?"

Finch looked around the kitchen to see if he would find anything but he hasn't been in that house for the last eight years so he didn't find anything. Hearing her, he turned around and shook his head as much as his neck allowed him too. "Not really, I haven't been here since…" he swallowed. "Since that night so there's nothing we could use."

"That's fine, don't worry." She could feel the emotions in his voice when he talked to her and it almost made her blush, he always have been so kind and gentle with her. "We can just talk and go pick up something later, if you want." She smiled softly and couldn't resist the urge, she finally gave in and walked over, then wrapped her arms around him to hug him closer to her.

"That sounds good to me." He smiled softly and watched her, her hug caught him off ward but it have been so long since he has had and human contact. Her body always has felt so right against his, he slid his arms around her, hugging her back and kept her closer for a moment longer.

After a moment, Sophie reluctantly pulls back and lowers her gaze to her feet. "I'm sorry… I just missed you so much, I couldn't help it…"

Finch watched her then gently lifter her chin to make her face him again. "There's nothing to be sorry for, I missed you too." He smiled softly at her which helped her relax a bit.

She let out a soft sigh then pulls back a little bit, trying to avoid his eyes. "We have to talk, Finch, about what happened during all those years and also about my son… She said while walking over to stand by the window, looking outside to the street.

He lightly raised a brow in confusion as he watched her them limped over to her. "Then I was right, he's yours…" He said softly then looked at her again "let's talk." He moved over to the couch and carefully sat down in a comfortable position for his injured back.

Sophie didn't turn to look at him as she took a deep breath before she began to talk. "You know, it was hard for both of us when I was forced to leave... I never thought I would come back to NY, in fact I didn't wanted to because I knew you probably would tell me to leave again, I never expected to find you at the park. I just wanted my baby to have some fun and distract his mind but he worn out himself quickly and maybe that's why he fell and you found him."

Finch lightly tilted his head, glancing over at her back (she never turned around) while he listened to her. "In fact, I just wanted you to be safe but I think it's safe for you to be in the city, it has been a long time since I last got your number." He stopped a moment. "He looks different, pale, maybe like if he were around six years old?"

"He is different, special. He's almost eight years old, he's not a healthy child that's why he worn himself out quick at the park, I am very protective over him." She then turned around to look at him. "Jr is the reason of why I am back in the city, his doctor told me here I could find a better treatment for his condition because nothing seems to work and I'm not willing to lose him."

Almost eight… He has blue eyes like…. Like mine! Harold held back a breath and his eyes widened but decided to confirm it after finding out about his condition. "What is the problem with him?"

Sophie bit the corner of her lip to hold back a few tears that threatened to fall. "A couple of years ago I got him to see a doctor because I knew something was wrong with him then the doctor confirmed it, my son has Leukemia, Harold. If this treatment doesn't works, I don't know what else I could do for him."

Harold stood up and limped over to her, he knew she needed the comfort so he opened his arms for her. "I'm sorry to hear that, Sophie. I will do everything I can so don't worry about your child, I will look for the best doctor and treatment, you won't lose him, I promise, I will help you."

Sophie right away moved into his arms, holding him closer and then stepped back again, looking up at him. "No… I didn't come here to ask you for money or help, Harold. I don't want you to think that I just want your money to save our… my son's life and go again." She mentally kicked herself for almost confessing him the truth.

He sighed when she pulled away and then shook his head as much as his injured neck allowed him to. "You know I would never think that about yourself, Sophie. Let me help you, besides… I think you're not telling me the whole truth." He moved closer again, making Sophie shiver lightly at the closeness. "Tell me the rest, I want to know."

She sighed and looked up at him. "When I left, I was in depression, I didn't wanted to eat or anything so I started feeling bad eventually. I thought it was just because of it but when I visited the doctor, he told me I was twelve weeks pregnant…" She looked away from him. "Little Harold is your son, I didn't tell you because you would make me go away again and I've been looking after him myself, not even my father knows about him…"

Harold listened to her quietly and even though he suspected he was the little boy's father, confirming it made him froze. Harold? My son? Oh God… my only child's dying. That thought made him come back to himself. "Then I won't let you say no, I will help him and make sure he fights against this. I won't let him die, not after I finally got you back."

Sophie looked up at him again, seeing the honesty in the beautiful blue eyes his glasses were hiding. It has been so long since she looked into them, even though their son has his eyes. "Don't take me wrong, Harold but I don't want you to take me back just because we have a son. As soon as the treatment is over and he recovers, I will go again to never come back." She couldn't believe how hurt she was hearing her own words, she wasn't sure if she could leave him once again."

Harold has always known how stubborn she is, he also knew his words wouldn't make her change her mind so he decided he would just act. He stepped closer and as much as he could, he leaned over and pressed his lips against hers, capturing her in a gently but passionate kiss like the very first time she kissed him.

At first she didn't returned the kiss, she rested her hands on his chest to push him away but her brain went blank. Her lips parted to give him access and he took the invitation, slid his tongue inside her mouth, rubbing hers with his and she left out a soft moan of his name. The hands that were at first to push him away grabbed his suit coat and pulled him closer to her, her body was asking for more, needed more of him but somehow she managed to stop herself, remembering their son was sleeping in the other room and then pulled back when the air became a necessity.

When she pulled away, Finch rested his hands on her hips to keep her closer and leaned his forehead gently against her while recovering his breath again. "Don't go, Sophie… I need you, I want you to stay, you two are everything I have and I never stopped loving you."

Sophie stayed closer to him, she always has enjoyed the closeness, the tenderness, and the innocent touches made her feel alive, wanted and loved. She closed her eyes and sighed softly. "I don't know if I can, Harold. We will recover our live together but one day my number will come up again and I don't think I could go away from you if that happens, I don't want to suffer anymore. Now having you is like not having a soul. Please, understand me, I need you too but I have to think about my… our son."

Harold frowned softly because he knew what she meant. If she was around him then her number might would end up coming again but he couldn't imagine how life would be if she leaves once again and taking their son with her. This time he was willing to fight for his family and his son's life. "I won't force you to leave again; if that happens then we will face it together. I'm not willing to lose you again and our son neither, you're my family and just like you, I couldn't stand it again." He leaned over and placed a kiss on her forehead.

She closed her eyes when she felt the kiss and then opened her mouth to talk but didn't said anything when she heard little Harold calling her. She gently pulled back and looked up at him. "Sorry, I'll check him." She said softly and then headed to the bedroom.