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

Chapter 80 - "Trip gets Worse..."

Chapter 80 - "Trip gets Worse..."

Clara's PoV

'Can we talk?' I mumbled in a whisper as we were filling the stockings in our room very quietly. There had been a deep silence between us for a good 5 minutes and I hated it. It wasn't just a deep silence - it was an awkward silence.

We had managed - thank god - to get two rooms.

Both rooms had two double beds so Evie and Avia were sharing a bed, Henry had his own bed and Poppy was on a pull out bed but somehow she had made it into the spare bed in our room.

That was fine though. I'd rather have her close to me than far away. E

'I'm not really in the mood to get into it right now Clara' he sighed.

'So what exactly do you plan that we do? Ignore it all Christmas?' I scoffed.

'Well I didn't know for two months so it won't make much difference for an extra week will it?' He growled, rustling through his suitcase and pulled on his pyjama top and trousers.

I climbed into the double bed and sighed waiting for him to come and get in next to me but when the light went off I was confused. 'Where are you going?'

'To sleep with Henry ' he mumbled shutting the door and went into the other room.

If only that was it for the night... It wasn't.

- - -

'Mummy. Mummy' someone said as they prodded me. I wrinkled my nose at who could possibly be waking me early in the morning and then I realised no matter where we were that it was Christmas Day.

'What?' I scoffed, opening my eyes to see that the time was half past 1 and that no matter how excited they were - that I was not getting up this early.

'Daddy is in the bathroom. Henry and him are both being sick' Evie said as I opened my eye again to look at her and realised she was being serious.

'Oh bloody hell' I complained getting out of the bed and dragging myself into the other room where the bed was covered in vomit, Avia had done a runner at this point not being a big fan of vomit and Evie was just laughing.

I switched the bedroom light on and groaned myself at the mess of the place, but followed the gagging to the bathroom where Henry was very clearly up chucking in the toilet and John looked like he was forcing the sick down his throat.

'John?' I hummed as he bolted straight past me now that an adult was with Henry and went straight for our bathroom which was just gross.

Henry looked so pathetic sat down by the toilet, where John had obviously directed his head - because he is the worst out of all of the kids at hitting the bucket and looked up with sad eyes.

'Well this is no way to be breaking in turning three is it?' I hummed as I flushed the toilet, and stood him up, as I started running the hot water in the bathroom so he could have a bath.

He had more vomit on his top and the bed than he had gotten in the toilet but that's how it was I guess.

'Come on buddy. Let's get you cleaned up' I smirked pulling the chunks of vomit out of his hair and plopped him in the bath tub.

He looked very pale, and when I looked at his nighttime pull up - it was obvious it was coming from both ends which was a good job I had decided to bath him.

'You two can go and sleep in my bed for now' I hummed as I caught Evie trying to have a sneak peak into her stocking. 'Oi. Go' I demanded as she stalked out of the room, and I followed them to root through Henrys suitcase for some fresh pyjamas.

It looked like before we even got on a plane to Chicago that I was going to have to do some washing.

I then improvised for a few minutes stripping the vomited sheets then taking some sheets off of one of the other beds. There's so many sheets on hotel beds that it wouldn't be too much of a problem.

'Okay... You've never vomited when I've been sick before so what's going on?' I hummed as John returned, pale as a ghost and climbed back into the freshly made bed and clutched his stomach.

'Ugh. I felt dodgy earlier. I guess by Henry vomiting it started me off' John sighed. 'Where is my little man?'

'Umm - oh bless him. He's asleep sitting up in the bath' I chuckled, lifting him out and drying him off as carefully as I could without disturbing him then quickly tucked him in next to John.

I then managed to scrounge up a bin from the bathroom and placed it right next to Henry. 'For the vomiting. He's very bad at aim' I chuckled but John was already sound asleep.

It didn't hit me what this could mean for our Christmas until I didn't get back to sleep that evening.

- - -

'Okay. So I've got four men down. What the hell do I do now?' I scoffed at 5.30 in the morning having not had a chance to go back to sleep once.

Poppy has a very week immune system so it was only fitting that whatever on earth was being suffered with that she pick it up instantly.

It was just me and Evie left in healthy spirits by the morning.

The only bonus was that she was patient when it came to presents and understood that everyone else was sick, in a hotel room, in LA.

'Shall we go and get some food?' I suggested as she rose and eyebrow.

'It's Christmas day Mummy'

'Yeah I know. But you still get a buffet breakfast in the hotel here and we can bring a few bits up for these guys and settle their stomachs' I suggested.

'Can I have presents when I get back?' She mumbled.

'Yes. Although I'm not sure we're getting anywhere near Chicago anytime soon'