The Girl of Colours (Book TWO)

Ectopic

3.5 Months Earlier:

"Luke!" I called from the bathroom, staring at the stick in my hand as I my hearts thudded in my chest, both elated at terrified at what it was telling me. "Baby, come here!"

He carefully opened the door, peeking his head around, flour across his face as he'd been learning to make cake from Clyde. Something about a bake sale in September with Sanjay. As long as Imogen wasn't there. "Cal? What's wrong?"

Getting to my feet, I handed him the stick, pointing to the little screen. "I, um, I missed a period. And... Your mum said, do a test, just in case, in case it wasn't stress about dads letter for in a few months. It's telling me that I'm, I'm two weeks..."

"Pregnant..." He breathed, staring at it, before looking at me. "You're, we're, pregnant. As in, a little baby, a sibling for Sky, and they'll be here in just under 9 months... A baby."

"Actually just under 10. Extra month for an extra heart, if they have one." I smiled sheepishly. "I, um, I know you wanted to wait, but, we, well, neither of us were really thinking about protection, and well... This is the fallout of that-"

He shook his head quickly, before silencing me with a kiss, and I kissed him back, clinging to him as the panic faded away. "We're having a baby, wow." Luke laughed, pulling back to brush my hair of my face. "A sibling for our already amazing daughter, Sky."

"What was that about Sky?" Sarah Jane asked, coming into the bathroom with a bundle of towels in her arms that I on instinct went to take away from her, but Luke shook his head and took them instead. "Oh, thank you, Luke. So, what's with the little meeting in the bathroom, you do have a bedroom, you know."

"Remember that pregnancy test you asked me to take?" She nodded, and Luke handed it to her before I laughed carefully, resting into her. "Well, it's positive. I'm pregnant."

Sarah Jane's face lit up. "Oh, Callie, Luke..." She hugged us both tight. "Oh, I'm so happy for both of you! But I still feel too young to be a nan to Sky, let alone another child. But I'll do my best."

Present:

"Callie, Callie, can you hear me?" Dad asked me, pulling my eyes open to shine the sonic into them, at completely the wrong frequency. "Calliope, we've put you on morphine, and some other drugs that Rory knew what to do with, OK? Come on, my daughter, please..."

The light was gone and I frowned a little, opening my eyes to see him stood over me, and I was in a hospital bed, well, TARDIS med bay bed, in a white paper gown with a very thin sheet over me. "D, d, daddy?"

He smiled weakly at me, stroking my face softly. "I'm here. Oh, Callie..." I tried to sit up, unsure what had happened, but dad held me down, the machines I was hooked up to starting to beep their annoyance in dark green and blue. "No, you need to stay down, or your stitches will rip."

Oh, oh, God... "S, s, s, st, stitches?"

"Yeah. Y, your... Your cervix ruptured, Callie. We had to rush you right into the OR, Rory did his best until Martha got here, and she managed to stitch you up." Dad told me, and I saw that Dr Martha Jones was stood at the bottom of the bed with Rory and River. "Why didn't you tell us, hell, why did you even try to do all of that knowing that at any moment you could, you could bleed out?"

"There was nothing else that I could do." I whispered, trying hard not to cry. "Mr, Mr Smith, he, he told me, he told me right away that there was nothing to be done, that I just had to wait, because no one would be able to help."

Dad lent down and kissed my forehead, wiping away a single tear that fell. "Ectopic pregnancy, well into the third month, that could have killed a human, Calliope..."