Hope you all had a good weekend! Thanks for all the reviews, this is I think the penultimate chapter, but I hope you'll be happy. Enjoy!

Harry had stayed with Nikki since the baby's birth. Baby Oliver was never more settled than when Harry had him, or he was being fed. Nikki couldn't have been more thankful for his being there. Her only problem was her guests, old friends who were only now paying visits. Everyone was kind of course and brought gifts, but that wasn't her problem. The majority of her visitors were unaware of her situation with Harry, and of these, most commented on how much the baby resembled Harry, while those who did know, such as Leo, couldn't have made it more obvious if they tried. Harry had given up correcting people, but Nikki was scared that it was getting to him. She knew she had to tell him, but she was exhausted and couldn't think of a worse conversation to bring up when she really needed him around.

When Oliver was four days old, her old school friend Jennifer came to visit. Harry let her in, and sat down on the sofa near Nikki when Oliver was in Jennifer's arms.

"He looks so much like you!" She exclaimed happily. Harry smiled at her, but the look in his eyes was telling Nikki that he was feeling exactly the opposite of happy.

"I'm just going to grab something a sec" He muttered to Nikki, and slipped into the bedroom. After he'd been in there for a few minutes, Nikki became worried. Jennifer agreed to watch Oliver for a little while, under the excuse that she was just going to get some new clothes ready for him.

When she entered the bedroom, she found Harry sat on the edge of the bed, head in his hands. He hadn't heard her enter, but she could hear his small sobs. She sat down next to him on the bed, and realised just how much her denial had done to him.

"I'm fine, Nik" He whispered. "It's just a bit much."

"I'm so sorry" She responded softly.

"I need to go out for a while, I just need some time to think. He's been fed, he'll be ok for a while." He began, faltering his words. "I'm not leaving, Nikki, I'd never leave you. I love Oliver, you know, and I love... I'd never leave you."

Nikki blinked back her own tears as she nodded. He kissed the side of her head and crossed to the door.

"Harry, what if I told you... what if he was... you are his father, you know" Nikki looked at Harry desperately, terrified for his reaction.

"Nikki as much as I'll be a father figure I'll never be his father. I'll be back in a bit, don't worry."

Harry left the house with his heart in pieces. He loved the life he had here so much, but a piece of his heart rotted every time he realised he was living a lie. Every time he remembered that Nikki wasn't his woman, every time he realised Oliver wasn't his son, every time he realised they never would be. He found himself walking down into the local coffee shop. He ordered a cappuccino and sat in a corner of the shop to drink it. He sipped it slowly, his mind swilling with thoughts.

"Harry"

He looked up, surprised. Leo was sat in front of him with a concerned look on his face. "What... how did you know where I was?"

Leo raised his eyebrows, Harry knew that Nikki would have called Leo immediately. Coffee was Harry's drink when he was in a bad mood.

"It's not my life, Leo" Harry admitted quietly. "I want it to be so badly."

"Harry, I'm fed up with you two." Leo said sharply. "I'm fed up with you both being so stubborn. Why can you not admit it to yourself? Oliver is your baby Harry, you know that, don't you?"

Harry sighed and shook his head. "He's not really though."

"He is, Harry. Jesus Christ just look at him, everything about him he got from you."

"Leo I don't know what you're talking about, but I've never slept with Nikki, she's already said it was just a one night stand."

"Just think about it, for one second, just consider the possibility. Have you never had a night with Nikki that maybe you don't remember?"

"Leo stop it. I know he's not my baby."

"Do you really think that she wouldn't have told you who it was if it wasn't you?" Leo could see how much all of this was killing him. "You had a night, let's see, approximately 9 months from now, where apparently Nikki ended up asleep in the bath? Do you seriously think that's what happened?"

Harry was starting to become interested in what Leo was saying. "Leo, if that baby was mine she'd have told me as soon as she knew."

"Unless you told her you had a new girlfriend, on the same day."

"Then why did she not tell me afterwards?"

Leo smiled, it seemed like Harry was finally starting to believe him. "I tried to get her to, but she was just scared it was too late, scared that you'd leave her when she needed you."

"Leo... has she... do you..."

"She told me the day after she found out that she was pregnant, that it was your baby, Harry. Why do you think she came to me first?"

Harry was silent. He was angry, but everything made sense. Leo didn't blame her for not telling him, and if it had been the other way round he was sure he would have done the same. But he would scarcely allow himself to hope. If there had been no other man, then it would mean that they could be a family. He could be with the woman he loved, and bring up their son together.

"Leo promise me this is the truth" He said sternly, getting ready to leave.

"I promise you Harry" Leo smirked. "Go and speak to Nikki".

Harry grinned at him and left the coffee shop.