Sorry for the delay-I definitely meant to update faster, I was just working on my other story (I'm Right Behind You, check it out :))

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Henry wasn't going to give up. He started by sitting at home that night (and the rest of the week) and calling Natalie.

Nat, come on. You have to talk to me. We need to talk about this. I miss Hank. I want to see him. And I want to see you. Please just call me back.

Hey, Nat, it's me again. Do you maybe want to meet for...I don't know, coffee or something? We really need to talk. I'll be here all day. Well, by here I mean home. Although I may need to pick up my dry cleaning. But you can call me. Please call me.

It's Henry. I'm thinking you're working right now and that's why you're not answering...I'm starting to feel like an idiot. Do you think maybe you could call me soon? How's Hank by the way? At least text me telling me how he is. Call me.

It's me. Look, it's been a couple days. Can't you just pick up? Or at least call me back? That's all I'm asking you to do. And you didn't text me either, by the way.

Look, Nat, I didn't want to do this, but I'm going to call my mom and we're going to figure out the best thing to do. That means I might call a lawyer. I want to see Hank, Natalie. I love him. He's my son. And you know what? This isn't about us, Nat. I'm really starting to think you've been thinking that this whole thing is about us. Maybe I've moved on from us, Natalie. Maybe I don't care about you the way I used to. Maybe I only care about my son. I'm seeking legal advice and then taking a stand. I'm sorry, but it needs to be done. So I guess you don't need to call me back, since my mind's already made up. Have a nice night.

He hadn't really intended for his last message to be so definite, so intense. But it was the right thing. And he did go to his mother, right away actually. She hooked him up with one of the best lawyers in town. He set up a meeting, did his research. There was no turning back. He continued to reach out to Natalie, just to keep her updated. The lawyer told him it wasn't necessary, but Henry thought it was. He was still feeling a little guilty about that one message...

Finally everything was in place. With his lawyer in tow, he was ready to face Natalie. At first he was hesitant to just drop by at her house, but the lawyer, Mr. Bradshaw, said it was the only way, considering she wouldn't talk to him. And at the end of the day, it was about Hank. Henry took a deep breath and rang the doorbell.

Little Hank opened the door. "Henry!" he shouted. "What are you doing here? Mommy said I would never ever see you ever!"

"Well, your mommy was wrong," Henry said with a smile, scooping Hank up and giving him a hug. Lost in the moment, he barely saw Natalie rush into the front hall.

"What the hell are you doing here?" she nearly shouted.

"Um, Natalie-"

"Let me," Mr. Bradshaw cut in. "I'm Elliot Bradshaw, attorney. I'm with the firm Bradshaw and Bradshaw. Today I-"

"Wait, attorney?" Natalie said. "What the hell? Henry, what are you doing?" Her eyes kept darting from the lawyer, to Hank, to Henry, and back again.

"Nat, please, I had to," Henry said quietly.

Mr. Bradshaw continued, "Henry just wants proper rights. We're sorry to come unannounced like this, but we felt there was no other way to get through to you. When Henry threatened to get a lawyer, he was being quite serious. You were withholding your child from his father, and Henry-"

"Please, please," Natalie said quickly, eyes brimming with tears. "Not in front of Hank. Please."

"Miss Goodman, we can't avoid this matter any longer. Little Hank deserves to know-"

"Henry," she pleaded, a tear slipping onto her cheek.

"Okay, in the kitchen," Henry announced, picking up Hank again and placing him on the couch. "Hank, the adults need to have a private conversation. Can you just sit here and wait for us to finish?"

"Sure," Hank said with a smile, grabbing the remote and turning on the TV. When they were sure he was settled, they all moved into the kitchen and sat down.

Mr. Bradshaw was quick to explain: Henry wanted proper visitation rights, time alone with his son, and he really wanted Hank to know that he was his dad. That was obviously was going to be the first step.

"Please," Natalie said, still very upset. "Hank's a normal little kid. He's accepted the fact he doesn't have a dad. If we tell him that Henry's his dad, there are going to be questions. Questions like why wasn't he always around? Why doesn't he live with us?"

"But I am his dad," Henry protested. "Nat, you're just scared. Of what, I'm not sure. Maybe scared of the idea of having me around forever. But I don't care, Nat. He's my son. I deserve-"

"Okay, okay, I get it. You want to be a dad, but really Henry. He'd love to just be your friend. Can't you be happy with that?"

"Unfortunately, if you don't cooperate," Mr. Bradshaw warned, "we will take you to court."

"You wouldn't."

"Sorry, Nat," Henry said. "We would. I didn't want it to come to this, but I will if I have to."

Natalie sat there in silence, thinking it over. Those were the longest three minutes of Henry's life. Finally she sighed. "Hank!" she called. "Come here!"

Little Hank ran into the kitchen and jumped up onto his mom's lap, a smile on his face. Henry thought he was the cutest little kid he'd ever seen. He used to think that parents just said that all the time because it was their child, you know? But Hank really was the cutest, Henry was sure.

"Hank, we've got a little surprise for you," Natalie continued. "Do you know that I named you after your dad?"

"No. I don't have a dad," Hank said a little sadly.

"No, you do, bud," Henry said quickly.

"Let me," Natalie said with more force than she had probably meant. "Hank, you do have a dad. I'm sorry I waited so long to tell you. Your dad was just busy so he couldn't be around for you. But he's ready to be your daddy now. Would you like to know who your dad is?"

"Well, yeah!" Hank shouted.

"Great. You already know him, actually. It's Henry. Yep, Henry's your dad."

Hank looked a little confused, looking back and forth from his mom to Henry. "Really?" he said quietly.

"Yeah, Hank," Henry said with a smile. "I'm your dad. Your mom didn't want you to know when you were little. But she decided that since we were getting along so well, she would tell you now." Hank didn't say anything, and his face didn't betray any emotions. "Hank, do you understand?"

"Yeah," he said finally, smiling a little. "You're my dad."

"Hank, Henry's missed out on a bit," Natalie explained, stroking his hair. "He really wants some alone time with you. You'd like that, wouldn't you? Do you want to spend the weekends with Henry? I remember you said so at the zoo."

"I guess," Hank said. He still was smirking, but Henry was hoping he'd seem a little more excited.

"We'll have fun, bud," Henry assured him. "I'm still the same Henry who bought you cotton candy and built a lego tower with you. I'm just here to stay. I love you, Hank."

"Can I still call you Henry?"

Henry was a little shocked. Of course he wanted to be called Daddy. He couldn't even respond. Natalie stepped in. "You can call him Henry until you get used to the idea of Dad," she said. "You'll do that, right?"

"Yeah." Hank finally smiled a full-on grin. "Tomorrow's Friday. Will you pick me up from school and take me home with you?"

"Absolutely," Henry said, starting to feel better. "We can go out to eat, too."

"I'd rather order a pizza. Mommy never lets me."

"Pizza it is."

"Hank," Natalie said, "why don't you start picking out some clothes that you'd like to wear for the weekend. Henry will pick you up tomorrow."

"Bye, Henry," Hank said before running off.

"Excellent," Mr. Bradshaw said, standing up. "I'll be in the car. Glad we could work something out." He left Henry and Natalie alone.

"Thank you so much, Nat," Henry was sure to say.

"No problem," she told him a little awkwardly. "Um, so he goes to school at Kingsley Elementary. I'll call the school so they know who you are. You have to go right into his classroom for dismissal at 2:30."

"Sure. Really, Natalie, this means the world to-"

"I get it, Henry. Just drop Hank off back here Sunday by five, 'kay?"

"Of course. Thank you so-"

"Stop thanking me. Just make sure you pick Hank up on time tomorrow."

"Don't worry, I will."

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