"Options... I've ran out of Options..." (Book 3)

Chapter 21 - "Temperatures..."

Chapter 21 - "Temperatures..."

Clara's PoV

'What's for lunch Daddy?' Poppy asked as she ran into his office room and started climbing up all the furniture with Evie just behind her.

'Wharves Mummy packed in your lunchbox. It's still here so I don't see why you can't have it' he shrugged.

In all seriousness he would like to have taken them out to get them some fresh air and get them a McDonald's maybe - but because the pox are contagious he couldn't exactly do that.

Lilly had gone to do some shopping so John was left with the two of them.

Henry and Ollie would be home any minute because they are only two so they only go for half of the day every day.

Poppy would be 5 this school year so she would be going all day everyday now which she enjoyed but the first week she was pooped.

She was so exhausted from the ordeal of school that she had slept practically half of he Saturday away.

'Oh. But I don't want ham sandwiches' Poppy mumbled.

'How about I whip us up some pancakes instead? Everyone loves pancakes when their ill?' John suggested pulling himself up from the desk chair and dragged himself towards the kitchen

- - -

'What's going on in here?' Lilly smirked as both boys ran towards John who not so shockingly had pancakes for the boys.

'Not a lot... Just whipping up some pancakes... How would you boys like some?' John grinned as he took the tin of whipped cream and made a little whipped cream moustache on both of their faces which they just loved.

'Pancakes? Really?'

'Their sick... I think it's pretty justified' John mumbled.

He had his own recipe now that he had acquired years ago when Poppy first started eating.

He didn't want to have to deny her everything that she might be able to eat so he had started making his pancakes milk less and quite frankly they tasted exactly the same in his opinion.

She couldn't have the whipped cream but she still got all the sweets and maple syrup so she didn't miss out on pancake morning - plus the other kids had become accustomed to them now so they don't complain either.

'Is she okay?' Lilly mumbled pointing at Evie lifting Ollie into a high chair.

'Evie. You okay sweetheart?' John asked touching her forehead and realised just how quickly she can go from good to bad.

'Shit' he mumbled go himself rummaging through the cupboard.

She hadn't been ill in so long. They didn't even suffer the flu last winter he managed to bypass it for all of them - so now she doesn't have any medication left.

'Yeah her temperature is souring. You should do something about that?' Lilly suggested.

'Well thanks for that... Will do' he said rolling his eyes.

- - -

'Right Mr man. Let's go on a Daddy son adventure shall we?' John smirked lifting a very happy and excitable little boy into his arms.

He loved it when he got to see Henry smile like that and it reminded him so much of Lucie. He felt bad everyday since Lucie died that she wouldn't get to see her son grow up - but he was happy that he was giving him the best chance in life.

Had Lucie been alive and John got back together with Clara - it would have been even more complicated and messy and Henry would have been passed from pillar to post away from his sisters. He wouldn't have wanted that to happen.

Whilst John regrets everything about the day Lucie died - he doesn't regret his son.

'We painted with our hands today' Henry explained as his green eyes looked up at John.

Henry was the only one that had inherited his eyes. And he kind of liked that. He was practically the spitting image of John with his fluffy brown hair and very, very light eyebrows.

They were practically non existent like his. Thankfully he hadn't inherited the chin - or indeed the ears, so he just had all the best parts of John opposed to the flaws. He liked to wonder if he was Clara's son - would he have brown eyes? Would he also look more like Clara than John?

'How can I help sir?' A lady at the reception desk of the Doctors asked. She didn't really look like she knew what she was doing but John just tried talking to her anyway.

'I'm after an emergency prescription for my daughter. I can't bring her in because she's got the chicken pox but I need a repeat prescription immediately' John said.

'The chicken pox isn't considered an emergency sir. Quite common amongst children. You'll have to make an appointment'

'My Daughter is currently at home - suffering with a temperature that she can't control and is very susceptible to epileptic fits. Are you telling me your actually going to turn me away?'

'Well we would need to see her for the repeat prescription to be possible, and considering the chicken pox are far too contagious--'

'Don't give me that rubbish' John said rolling his eyes. 'If she doesn't get the prescription she could die of an epileptic fit. If you don't give it to me I will see a Doctor who can. I don't pay however much I pay a month for private treatment - the least you can do is get me a prescription' John snapped.

'Sir--' she mumbled as the doctor that John knew pretty well after Evie's accident came around the corner and Rose and eyebrow.

When you have private doctors - they don't get as busy as public doctors and so they have more of a chance to bond and understand thief patients.

'Mr Smith?'

'Agh. You'll understand. Evie's has the chicken pox and one hell of a temperature. I just need some of her medicine prescribed'

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'Daddy. Yook. It's Mummy Clara' Henry yelled as he bolted across the car park to Clara's car which was awfully dangerous but thankfully she managed to catch Henry in her arms before he did anything else silly.

'Road safety seems like a good thing to teach a two year old John' I hummed, holding him on my waist. 'What you all doing here?'

'Evie's sick. She's got pops' Henry said.

'Why hasn't he got pox yet?' I scoffed.

'Dunno. Sometimes of takes a while to get around' John shrugged. 'Just came to get a prescription for Evie' he smiled with a small kiss and led the way to the chemist.