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

Chapter 48 - "Pillow Fight..."

Chapter 48 - "Pillow Fight..."

Clara's PoV

'How are your knees this morning?' John asked knowing that I had been in pain with them for a few days.

'Fine' I mumbled starting to run a bath.

'And how's your stomach and head? More settled?' He asked out of interest.

'I know what your thinking John. I know what's going through your head. But it's not. It's not what you think'

'How do you know? You can't know unless you take a test' he hummed.

'Because it can't be possible. It just can't be. I know it's not' I mumbled walking away in a strop. 'I don't want you to be getting your hopes up on something that isn't happening' I hummed.

'But it might be? Just let me buy a test?' He begged.

'You can buy one all you like. I know I'm not pregnant'

We didn't have long left of our honeymoon to be fair. And I was starting to get really homesick now. I wanted my kids.

You think for a long time that your desperate to go away on holiday and that 15 days without the kids will be brilliant fun - but in reality I miss them like hell.

'What's wrong?' John asked sitting on the bed next to me and wrapped his arms around me comfortingly.

'Just homesick. I never realised how much I would miss my kids. I can't believe I ever walked away from them once upon a time' I pouted.

'It's okay. Your here now' he hummed kissing the top of my forehead. 'We're here for another 6 days. Don't worry about them too much. Their having a lot of fun'

'I'm sure they are. I just want to be there having fun with them' I mumbled, as a pillow suddenly whacked me around the head, 'what the Fuck?' I scoffed.

'It's fun'

'Smacking people around the head with a pillow is fun? Wow I've really been missing out' I scoffed.

'You have' he chuckled doing it again. 'I'm trying to take your mind off it' he said with a shrug.

'You can't take my mind off my kids' I growled.

'No. I'm taking my mind off the kids and the pregnancy that you won't let me confirm. So here' he said smacking me round the head with the pillow again.

'Oh you are so in for it now' I scoffed taking a pillow and not being friendly with the pillow.

It smacked him straight around the face making him growl and he instead attacked me so he was straddling me on the bed so it was completely impossible for me to struggle out of his grip. (His thigh grip is are pretty strong)

Then he smacked me around the face with the pillow again.

'It's not much fun when you win' I said rolling my eyes.

'Well... I'll just have to make you struggle then' he winked pushing his hand under my back on the mattress and unclasped my bra.

I gasped at his boldness before grabbing the crutch of his trousers and smiled with a wicked grin.

Thus the beginnings of one huge pillow fight.

- - -

'Im not getting my deposit back now' he said with rolled eyes as I came out of the bathroom.

'You was the one who got too into it. You was the one that decided to bite the pillow' I said.

'Thinking about it that was a stupid idea because it hurt my teeth' he pouted I'm a grumble looking for some clean clothes to put on.

I sighed putting my underwear and shirt on then decided it might be best to strip the bed.

'When is the poor cleaner coming in?' I asked.

'Tomorrow' he confirmed but there was no way I was sleeping in these bedsheets. I mean they stank. Mainly of sweat and sex.

I felt a little bad for the poor cleaner.

'Where are we going?'

'Well we've hardly done any shopping and I'm starting to feel a bit of withdrawal from the idea' he admitted.

'Okay. So what's the plan?'

'There's a giant shopping centre not that far from here. 30 minute drive. We've bought nothing for the kids and nothing for myself' he grinned.

'Why does that sound like this is going to be a mission of a shop?' I sighed.

- - -

You know when you go shopping - not to sound sexist at all - but it should be the Husband that holds all of their wife's shopping?

Yeah not the case in this instance. I can shop for Britain when I'm in the mood but when I'm not in the mood I can get grouchy.

John however was on a roll.

We'd already been back to the car twice to put bags back because there was too many to carry.

'When are you going to be finished?' I whined.

'I'm just getting each kid a new jumper and something nice for lilly. I did yell at her over loosing Henry and it wasn't very nice of me. I feel bad about that' he poured.

'Alright' I mumbled sitting back in the husband chair even though I was the wife while he took ages to choose out some jumpers.

The thing with John is that nothing is too expensive so when he buys a jumper that is £50 then has to times it by 5 - he still doesn't feel the impact in his back pocket and it's not fair.

If o spent that much money that's a good chunk of my wages gone as a teacher - although I had been saving for months so that we could have a pretty good honeymoon. And I suppose I have two jobs now with working at the crèche a couple of days with Lilly - so I get two wages.

Plus I'm the bosses wife - so that has its bonuses too.

'Please can we go now?' I whined as he handed me three more bags.

'Yep. Just one more stop' he smiled as he led me towards a foreign pharmacy.