Little Harold was sitting down on the bed when his mother came into the room and sat down beside him, taking him into her embrace. She tried almost unsuccessfully to hide her emotions and tears from the little one in her arms. He sensed her mother wasn't fine but with the years he have learned to don't ask because most of the time that she was feeling lie that it was because of his health condition or the absence of his father so he just snuggled closer to her to try and give her the comfort she obviously needed.
Sophie quietly let some of the tears roll down her cheek, taking in the comfort her son was giving her with just a snuggle. After a moment she wiped her tears and pulled back a bit to look down at the little boy in front of her, the only reason of why she has decided she should fight and continue with her life even though the most important part of herself was left behind with Harold the day she walked away from his life not knowing she was carrying inside her the most beautiful gift a man could give a woman; their baby. She gently ran her fingers through the very short hair the little boy have left after the strong treatments made him lose it. She leaned over and quietly placed a kiss on his forehead then gently moved her hand down the little boy's head to his cheek and stroked it gently. "How are you feeling, champ? Do you need anything?" She asked softly, wanting him to be comfortable.
Little Harold looked up at his mother while he leaned his little head into her affection then nodded softly at her question. "I'm fine, mommy but… you don't seem to be okay." He replied just as softly and moved from under the cover to sit down on his mother's lap then looked around the room before turning his attention to her again. "Where are we?"
Watching him, Sophie wrapped her arms around him, holding him closer to her. "I will be okay, my prince." She reassured him and then gently kissed his temple. "Remember the gentle man that helped you up when you felt at the park? We are at his house." One of the many houses he owns. She said to herself.
Finch stayed in the living room to give them some privacy while he let his mind think about her, about their past and now their present. He never though he would see her again, yet she's here and with a son, he never thought he would have a family, not as his age anyway but they were there, in the next room. The only son he has, he missed the most important moments of his life; his first steps, the first word, the first graduation, the first tooth, the sleepless nights every time the little boy would wake up, the moment when they found out about his condition. "I will lose him and this time it could be forever…" He muttered to himself with a heavy sigh, even if Sophie doesn't let him, he's going to save their son's life. I have the money and contacts, I can help him, is the least I can do for my son after pushing them both away the way I did. He thought and then took out his phone and started looking for the clinic and treatment Sophie has told him about, also for another better places where little Harold could be treated at.
Little Harold looked amazed at his mom and rested his little head again Sophie's shoulder. "It's a pretty place, can I go see him? I would like to thank him again but why are we here at his house? Do you know him?" The little boy asked curiously.
Sophie watched him and then nodded in agreement at the 'pretty place' remark. "Sure, you can go. He must be in the living room but I don't think you should thank him again, you already did it, sweetie." She replied and looked at him a bit hesitant at first. "I do know him, his name is Harold… Harold Finch. I met him when I lived here in New York before I had you." She explained softly, hoping the little boy wouldn't ask further.
The little boy nodded softly while listening attentive to his mother then lightly raised his little eyebrow the way his father always do, she has always loved when both of them do it. "Harold like me?" He then started thinking; he always has been smart like his father, since he was a little baby he has looked more like Finch than like Sophie. That made it impossible for Sophie to try and forget Finch; even though she didn't want to leave him behind. "Mom…" little Harold shifted in her lap to look into her mother's eyes. "You said you named me Harold because of my dad."
She watched him quietly for a moment, there's no way she could lie to the little boy, not that she would lie to him but the way he looked into her eyes made her heart melt. She briefly closed her eyes a moment while carefully resting her head against the little boy's. "You're as smart as he is" she smiled and opened her eyes again to look down at him. "Harold… he is your father…" She didn't know what the kid's reaction would be, if he would snap at her or be mad, she has always talked with him about his father; she only said the good about him so the kid wouldn't reject his father, if he ever meets him and would have only good memories of him.
Little Harold looked over at her lightly excited; he has always wanted to meet his father. He was happy with his mother but there were moments were like every other kid he would like to say 'I have a daddy and this is him.' He stayed quite a moment then carefully climbed off his mother's lap and ran over into the living room to find Harold then wrapped his tiny arms around his waist, that's the much he could reach.
Harold was still looking up for information when he felt the little arms wrapped around himself and it startled him. He turned to look at the little boy, holding onto him and smiled softly as he gently ruffled the boy's short hair. "Hey there, you okay?" He asked softly while smiling softly at the little one.
The little boy looked up at him with obvious excitement in his blue eyes then nodded. "I'm fine… dad. Thank you." Hearing that, Finch leaned over to kneel on his uninjured hand, making sure he doesn't hurt himself when he does and gently pulls the little boy closer to him, holding him closer, his mouth lightly opened to speak but he was speechless at how good the little boy has accepted the news about him being his father.
Surprised and curiously, Sophie raised an eyebrow as she stood up and followed the little child to find him holding onto his father for the first time. She didn't said anything and stayed quiet, leaning against the doorway to give him some father-son time but couldn't help the happy tears that rolled down when she saw them together for the first time. She has always wondered what would happen if they ever met how they both would act and if they would accept one another. Now the doubts, the questions, the fear, everything was gone as she watched the image in front of her, one she would never forget even if she tried to (not that she would). Now my life is complete again. I have everything I ever needed; my son, the love of my life, my family, what else could a woman ever ask for? She thought to herself with a happy smile that threatened to never leave her face.