Out Of Love
"Mommy, I did a reverse flip!" The little girl screamed out from the upper floor. Within no time, Harry found her running down the stairs to the lawn, again.
"She seems excited," Harry told the blonde lady sitting opposite to her. Alice was wearing glasses, with blue frames, matching her light blue dress. "Kids always are." She smiled back at Harry. She had a cute smile. Harry noticed that her eyes were also blue; She looked stunning for someone in her fifties.
Harry had always thought of adoption. Ever since Margaret left a void in his life, he never was able to accept anyone. Years later, he could no longer resist the loneliness. Harry was too old for another relationship. That's when he decided to adopt a child, bring her up, and do everything he could for her.
And today, he was going to do it. He had to be a responsible father from tonight; Grandfather. Harry smirked at the thought. "Sir, you have to sign the documents now." Alice pushed the documents to his side. Harry took out his own glasses to go through the files one last time. His work life as an advocate had taught him that.
Having found satisfaction, Harry began signing the papers. The girl was running upstairs again. It was the ninth time since he had come here. "Mommy, Henry pinched me." It was a complaint this time. Harry could not keep in his laugh. He kept on signing the documents. The child was running out again. This was not Henry's best day, Harry tried not to laugh.
He was one happy man. The past few years might have been hard. But, he was already finding happiness in the little girl's actions. When he found Nancy, he could not even think of anyone else anymore. There was something about Nancy that interested him. He knew the life ahead of him was going to be beautiful. He only questioned his ability to run after her all the time. His body might disagree.
Harry passed the documents back to Alice. She verified the signatures and a bright smile crossed her face. "Well, Harry, you ready for this?" She asked. "I am, Alice, more than ever." He smiled back. Nancy had already run upstairs the tenth time. Stairs, Harry thought, glancing his weak knee. Alice was already halfway up.
After some effort, Harry managed to reach the top. Nancy was inside the next bedroom. Alice held out a hand, pointing him to go in. He took a long breath and walked into the room. "Hi, Nancy." The child smiled; her cheeks were so red. Nancy was ten and had brown hair and eyes. She was a little princess. "Hi, Harry." She called back. Harry felt his life was complete.
"Come closer," Nancy whispered to him. Harry tiptoed his way towards her. "What is it?" He whispered back. "Stand straight up" Nancy replied. Harry did so. He was enjoying every moment. He was nearly crying with happiness.
Nancy now held his hand and stood straight up. She then spoke out loud, "Mommy, this is Harry. I like him. He is nice." Harry followed her eyes, and his sight landed on the portrait of a beautiful woman. Harry recognised her at once. He had only seen her as a child, his child, his Elsa. It was his daughter. He never thought he would find her again. But here she was.
Tears brimmed Harry's eyes. Nancy was not one to adopt, she was his own granddaughter, the daughter of his Elsa. Her brown eyes and hair; Now Harry knew what held him close. He embraced Nancy tightly, standing on his knee. He kissed her again and again and again. He cried, out of happiness, out of contentment, out of love.