Cards Against Us All {HS}

-Chapter Sixty-

Chapter Sixty:

Clara

Just under two months later, Harry and I were relaxing in the living room with Aurora laying in her moses basket next to us, when there was a knock on the front door.

I looked at Harry puzzled and as soon as I opened the door, my dad was standing there with a massive smile on his face. "Dad?" I asked as he took a step inside. "What are you doing here?" I asked, laughing nervously.

"Can I not come and visit my daughter in her new house?" He asked, placing a bag down at his feet before engulfing me into a hug. I yelped and returned the hug.

I pulled away and I went over to Harry, who was bottle feeding Rory. We had managed to stretch out the length between each feed to four hours. It was crazy how quickly babies grew when they were being fed so regularly.

We had adopted a paediatrician in the local village that was happy with how Aurora was growing and he had given her any necessary shots that she needed. He had also recommended that I start pumping because I wasn't going to be there all the time so that Harry or a babysitter could feed her correctly.

However, on this particular day, Harry had asked me to pump a little more than usual. I eyed him up really weirdly and told him no. He didn't pressure me but it was still strange. It was midday and he was still acting weird. He couldn't look me in the face and then my dad showed up out of the blue.

Usually, I would know if my dad was coming. He had visited twice before and each time he told me. Something was going on that I didn't know about. I also didn't have the brain power to properly think about it because I was minorly sleep deprived with a two month old baby.

She didn't wake up much during the night but I could sense her missing something and I presumed that it was the bustle of having all the boys around.

"Come in." I said to my dad, gesturing for him to come and sit in the chair opposite the sofa. I didn't really know what to say. "Do you want something to drink?"

He nodded and I stood up, moving into the kitchen that was only a few feet away. I put the kettle on and walked back into the kitchen.

I was wearing one of Harry's oversized tops and a pair of cycling shorts. Harry wasn't wearing many clothes either but he was having skin to skin time with our daughter.

I was almost two months postpartum and it was safe to say that my body didn't bounce back like I'd hoped it would but Harry didn't care. I did a little but there wasn't anything I could do about it because I didn't do exercise so technically it was my own fault.

I often looked in the mirror in our bedroom and had to tell myself that all bodies are beautiful and that includes mine. That I was beautiful because I had carried a whole child.

I made my dad's tea and settled back on the sofa with Harry. I folded my legs under me and I looked at my dad expectedly. "How have you been? I'm sorry that it's been so long Rory is starting to wake up a little more and the days have all blended into one."

"It's okay. I'm getting in there. John and Willow have been struggling without Billie. Benji hasn't been doing too well either." He said and the thought of Benji not doing well makes my stomach screw up.

"Maybe I need to give him a call at some point. Or you could, Harry. He really liked you." I pointed out and Harry agreed.

"Clara, how have you been dealing with everything?" My dad asked and I shied away a little.

"I've been better, obviously but I also don't think I've had time to properly process the loss of my best friend. Having a baby takes up all of your time." I said solemnly. I took Aurora from Harry when she had finished the bottle and I could see him wiping his hands on his thighs nervously.