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"So, H, how was your day?"
Harry glanced away from where he was hanging his coat up on the coat rack and smiled at his husband.
"It was good." He stated, stepping towards the kitchen where the male stood, arms crossed and a small smile on his face. "I was working on that new show they're hosting from America. They want to bring the cast up here for their setting and want to work with me on it. England has more of the architecture and weathering they're looking for. You know, like how I visit the states often? Universal studios in Hollywood? Or that one time we went to Miami."
The man only hummed. Harry could tell something was off that very moment. Not only do they normally have a very detailed and exciting conversation about their days events, they always are able to sit down with a cuppa as they did that. Harry sees no kettle on the stove from where he stood.
He decided to ignore the fact. Maybe it was just a bad day for his husband. Everyone had those days, Harry won't be anything but supportive about it. That's what couples do. They work with each other even when they're not at their best. Especially them since they've known each other for ten years, two months and seven days and have been married for six years, five months, three weeks and a day. Harry's been counting. Its some of the most wonderful times in his life, he wants to make sure to document everything to a T.
That doesn't mean he's over bearing, though. He isn't. He is, however, a director. It's kind of his job to keep track of the biggest things down to the smallest thing. It carries on into his home life and it's worked out for him rather well.
"So.." Harry trailed off as he stepped closer and pressed a kiss to his husband's lips, stepping around him to get into the kitchen, seeing their kitten, Mr. Sprinkles (courtesy of Harry because his little white face had specks of black that looked like sprinkles and he was a gentleman so his surname would be Mr.), sitting down on the countertop, curled up in the bread box. He was very tiny since they just got him about two weeks ago which makes him about three weeks old. But, whenever he laid in the breadbox, that's when Harry knows that they need more bread. And when to move their chairs to disable his method of transportation from the ground to the counter.
So, Harry just grabbed the kitten and gently cooed at him, setting him on the floor. "Off you go." He said sweetly, the little animal meowing lightly and trudging from the kitchen slowly. Harry loves him. If it were up to him, he would have taken the whole litter home with him. But he wasn't allowed to.
That should have been the first warning sign for Harry. Yet, he never thought their relationship would be anything other than happy and healthy.
"The show has got some really cute babies. Its for one part, but they've got about three families who are willing to give their baby for the role." Harry started to speak again, grabbing the cup of sugar and the cup of cream, keeping those out to search for the kettle.
"They're all auditioning? The babies, I mean." His husband spoke. Harry just laughed.
"No, silly. They're all casted already." He stated and glanced back. Upon seeing further confusion in his lovers eyes, he laughed again. "You can't use just one baby for a series. Sometimes that baby won't cooperate and they can use another, identical, baby for the job. It speeds up the process for filming. A brilliant concept. More babies is more fun."
Once he finished speaking, there was this odd tension in the air. He continued to set the kettle up with water and set it to the stove for it to start boiling. When he turned around, he saw his husbands eyes settled in a glare. It made him freeze. What has he done wrong? Did he not want tea?
"Is this a joke?" The male spoke, jaw clenched shut as he spoke. It was said with such malice and Harry wasn't expecting that.
"I don't.. I don't understand—"
"You know exactly what I'm talking about. Don't play dumb, Harry." The male spoke, rolling his eyes and then just reaching up to pinch the bridge of his nose. "You're doing this to try and drop hints, aren't you? Do you not remember how much I hated the idea of even getting that pest you call a cat?"
Harry's eyes filled with anger at that. "Don't even dare say that about Mr. Sprinkles." He snapped. Well, he tried to sound angry. Its a bit hard when saying the kittens name in an angry tone.
"Are you daft?" Was his husband's question and Harry just scoffed in disbelief.
"No, I think you are. I don't know why you're so angry. What have I done that made you snap at me like this?" Harry stated, trying to hide the hurt in his voice.
"You went into this relationship knowing what my intentions were and what was okay and what wasn't." That made Harry even more confused. "I didn't want that cat. The responsibility and being completely tied down to the house and to one place in the world. You knew this."
"Excuse me? You were the one that brought up getting a cat in the first place. What is wrong with you? Did you hit your head?" Harry exclaimed, hands going down to his hips as he stared intensely at his husband.
"I brought it up because you kept going on about how fucking cute babies are. 'Oh, honey, that one has dimples!' 'Look! I bet that baby loves going to the zoo' 'I wonder if we ever have a baby, if it will act like you or me' and I'm fucking sick of it! I thought this cat would get you to calm the fuck down but obviously it didn't do shit! We got that cat for no god damn reason because you're still a needy bitch!" The male snapped, voice raising with each sentence he spoke. He even mimicked Harry's deep voice as he spoke about what he had formally said before.
It brought tears to Harry's eyes.
"You're a dick." Is the only insult he could think about. "I never told you that you had to want kids. I never forced you into anything. At all. And you're getting mad at me for this?" He really really tried to sound angry but it came out more broken than anything else.
"You want kids, am I wrong?"
Harry hesitated. This had to be a trick question.
"Answer me!"
"Yes! Of course I want kids." Harry said finally and then just blushed, looking down to try and keep the tears in his eyes and not letting them escape down his cheeks onto the floor. He failed, however, as he watched one drip down to the tiled floor. "You know that.."
"Its either a kid or me, Harry. What's it going to be?" He spoke as if he was pushing Harry to make the worst decision. Like he wasn't angry just about this but he was searching for a way out.
Harry shook his head. "No. No you're not doing this to me today. Absolutely not. What the hell is wrong with you?"
"Me? What's wrong with me?"
"Yes! You–you... I gave up a family life for you and you just–you just.. God, you make me feel like an idiot for doing that!" Harry snapped, looking up with red, tear rimmed eyes that glazed over with a fury Harry had never had before in his life.
"Nothing is wrong with me! Its you! Do you think I love listening to you go on and on about kids, knowing damn well its because you want one, and making me feel like shit because I don't want something to care for? Jesus, you're a baby already, and you want to care for an actual baby? It'll be dead before it turns three!" By now it was as if it was a shouting match. The two of them were limited to shouting at each other.
"Get out! You heartless asshole! Out of my house!" Harry shouted, pointing to the exit of the kitchen. "Out! Now! If you're not out of this damn house in five seconds, I'm going to call the cops." Its a drastic threat but he wasn't joking. He couldn't spend another minute with this man in his house.
It didn't surprise him when his husband left the kitchen and went upstairs. What surprised him was he was up there for not even a whole minute and came down with a suitcase already packed.
He obviously was hoping that Harry would kick him out of the house. Why he wanted to leave was beyond Harry and he didn't know what to say about it. So, he just turned his attention away and watched as Mr. Sprinkles slowly crawled into the kitchen, tail between his legs and eyes seeming to hold a bit of fear. So, he knelt down and just sniffles as he sat on the ground and pulled his kitten in his arms.
"Hi, baby... Its just gonna be me and you for a while.."