Lost? Chris Martin fanfic

Chapter 44

So the last 3 weeks have been the same: Morning 'baby making', work, work, food, work, home, night 'baby making'. And I mean I'm all up for it but every day for 3 weeks, it gets a bit much. So I've done some maths, and if I'm right, I'm a week late for my period, so hopefully I'm pregnant, today I swiped myself a test from the storage room, I'm nearly home and I'm so nervous, I feel like now is the right time; Chris and I are back to being madly in love, I never want to be how we were when the whole Gwyneth thing happened, it was horrible. My job is fine, I've got the interns to a stage where I might let them go solo. And everything is just right, just how it should be.

When I get home I quickly greet Chris, "I will be back in about 5 minutes, possibly with news." I giggle and run to the bathroom, I wee on the stick and wait for it to tell me if I'm pregnant, I look at the stick, I squeal, thank you fate. Thank you so much. I quickly run out to Chris, "Chris I'm preg-" I look and see Chris sat facing me on the sofa, he is talking to someone who has their back to me, "I didn't know we were expecting company." I say not bothering to hide the irritation in my voice, the person with their back to me turns to look at me, I would recognise those green eyes anywhere, "Hello Camilla." Is all he says, "Father." I say sarcastically, "Why have you blessed us with your presence?" He sighs and gestures for me to sit, I sit down next to Chris I notice him look at my hands, I look down, the pregnancy test is place in my palm, I turn it so Chris can see the result, he hugs me tightly, "I love you." He whispers in my ear, I kiss him on the cheek, "Camilla, I'm here because, well I'm really sorry to tell you this, your mother, she's dead." I stare at him blankly, is this supposed to mean something to me, am I supposed to feel a wave of uncontrollable sorrow? The truth is her death doesn't change a thing, yes it is sad somebody has died, however the person who died is the person who ignored my cries for help as my hand was held to the oven hob, or while I begged her to make him stop as he punched me in the ribs and stomach, that will never change. She was my mother, and then she was the woman who didn't help me when I was vulnerable, the woman who didn't care. "Millie? You ok?" Chris says, "I'm fine, why did you feel the need to tell me this? I mean she stopped being my mother years ago, this doesn't affect me at all, my life stays the same, nothing will change. So why did you come here, what do you really want?" I look at my dad, "Well Camilla, I want to apologise, and I want to know you, please let me begin to make up for the years I have lost." I sigh, what's the worst that could happen? "Ok. That is fine, I will try to forgive you. Let's start over dad."I haven't called him dad out loud since I was a child, it feels weird to say, but when I call him that his face lights up, "Oh and congratulations!" I raise an eyebrow, "On the baby." Oh right that doesn't take a genius to put 1 and 1 together.

After my dad leaves Chris and I decide to celebrate the pregnancy, we called over Hannah and the guys to tell them the news. They arrive within 20 minutes, Hannah is the first to burst through the door, "Hey guys! How's my favourite couple doing?" She says hugging us both, "We are great." We say in unison, "So what's the news?" "Wait until the guys get here." She groans and slumps onto the couch, a few minutes pass before the guys arrive, "Took you long enough! I'm dying here waiting for the news!" Hannah says to them, "Sorry, traffic." Guy says, "So what's the news?" Jonny asks, "Well, I'm pregnant." They all cheer, Hannah gives me a hug, "I'm so proud of you," we laugh, "hey I hope it has his eyes." She whispers in my ear, "me too Han." I giggle, the guys all look at us like we are on drugs. We all sit around chatting and having a laugh, until my bloody work phone goes off, "Hello, Dr Baker speaking." The voice at the other end of the phone is shaky, "Erm. There's a slight problem, it's the interns." The voice mutters, "What about them?" I ask, "They have an OR and they are doing surgery, they don't have a supervisor, crap! Their patient is crashing! Get here now!" Then they hang up "What is it?" Guy asks, "My stupid interns have decided to start operating without a supervisor and could be killing a patient. I could lose my job because if them! I need to go I won't be long." I run upstairs and throw some scrubs on that I have in my wardrobe, and I set off like a maniac driving as fast as I can.

I run to the OR as soon as I arrive, I scrub in and get gowned, "What the hell is going on here?" They all look startled, "Please tell me you are not performing an appendectomy without a supervisor." I walk over to the table, they have messed this up, the patients vitals are dropping, "Move!" I shout at the one stood in my way, he moves, I have no clue what they have done, but they have seriously messed this up. I manage to remove the appendix and keep the patient alive, I leave the OR and page all of the interns and the chief to the briefing room, "Chief, I'm so sorry. This is my fault. Please let me put the ones responsible on probation. " I feel sick to the stomach, I could lose my job. "It's ok Baker, you saved the patient, it's not your fault you should be able to leave here and go home without them playing doctor, put them all on probation, we clearly can't trust them yet. Give them the lecture about team work, be harsh, they aren't children." Is all he says and then he leaves me to deal with this mess.

I give them the lecture, I feel bad putting them all on probation, but they will learn from this I hope. I get in my car and head home, I can't believe they would do that. Bloody interns.