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

Chapter 91- "Forgotten..."

Chapter 91- "Forgotten..."

Clara's PoV

I twiddled my thumbs in the waiting room considering calling John. But why should I?

We had shipped all the kids off to school this morning including Poppy because she wanted the opportunity to go to school again before she's stuck in the hospital and then I hadn't gone back home or to work.

I went straight to my university campus and handed in my project then came straight to the hospital for my 11am scan.

'Hey Clara? What's up?' Richard asked.

'Oh. Nothing much. Is umm? Is John there with you?' I asked in a hum. I didn't want to outright say it but someone needed to remind him.

'Yeah. He's just gone into a meeting. Did you want me to leave him with a message?'

'Hmm. Can you actually just tell him he's an idiot and that maternity appointments don't wait?' I hummed.

'Is that today?'

'It's now' I said rolling my eyes knowing he would forget.

I didn't really get a chance to remind him but perhaps I shouldn't have too. I mean it was a whirlwind after landing yesterday with kids and a quick run to the doctors for Poppy and getting the kids organised for school. Then John had left at 5am this morning before I had even woken up to mention it.

I had said of course this date a few times.

It's not like he didn't know because he knew.

'Clara Oswald?' A nice lady asked as I shot my head up. There was no way he was going to make it now.

'Yep' I hummed, standing up.

- - -

'You on your own? Did you want us to wait a few minutes? I don't mind?' She asked as she rolled my sleeve down from a blood test and smiled.

'No. there's no point. My husband has just gone into a meeting. He won't make it. I'll just give him the scan picture' I said sadly.

'Alright then. Do you want to lay down?' She instructed as I did just that and lifted up my top. 'Any idea how many weeks you might be?'

'Hmm. Not really. It must be enough to be vomiting?'

'Not always. Especially for women who have had children before. This is an early onset scan just because of your past miscarriage'

'Can you predict anything?'

'We can't predict it not happening again to be honest. But saying that I can't see why it would? Of course just I can't make any guarantee' 

'I know. I know' I hummed.

'Looks to me like your just under 11 weeks' she said listening and smiling. 'You have however got a nice strong heartbeat for only 11 weeks so I can't see why it wouldn't be a smooth pregnancy' she explained. 'Want to see?'

I nodded as she moved the screen for me to see it up close and watched my little peanut on the screen.

'Due date?'

'The end of July' she hummed with a smile.

'Cool. After one of my eldest daughters birthday' I laughed knowing Evie would not be happy about possibly sharing a birth month.

- - -

'Why aren't you at the scan?' Richard said as he pulled John out of the room that the meeting was about to start in.

'Huh?'

'Clara just called me? She said that he ultrasound was today? She said you knew?' He said hoping that John had remembered and was going to run after this meeting.

'Shit' John squeaked with wide eyes. 'Oh shit, shit, shit' he growled. 'Please god tell me that isn't now?' John scoffed.

'11am so I've been told' he hummed.

'Oh shit' John yelled as he threw the paper work and folders in Richards arms with a bit of a begging look and ran from the room.

Thankfully Richard rolled his eyes but agreed to take over the meeting so that John could run for the hospital.

Unfortunately he was 2 hours too late and was extremely nervous about going back to the house.

The only thing about all this was that John had a doctor appointment for himself at half past 11. Even if he made the scan? How could he be in two places at once? 

- - -

I wandered around the house cleaning a few things here and there. I had the day off and was extremely jet lagged but couldn't be bothered to go to bed. I had for too many things to do than to sleep.

I was having another Summer baby this time and shockingly it was due a few days after Evie's birthday - that is of course if I make it that far. I generally go at 7 and a half months.

Either way I was on night alert as the front door unlocked. I knew full well I would have to confront him eventually. Well more that he would have to confront me.

I busied myself at the sink loading up the dishwasher and waited for him to follow into the room - which he did where there was sort of silence.

'Clara?'

'Hmm'

'You okay? How was your day?' He asked making conversation as I turned around and looked at him with a sharp glare.

'You are kidding me right? "How was my day?" Your taking the right royal piss' I scoffed.

'What?'

'How was my day? I mean seriously that's just a joke' I scoffed.

'Clara I'm so sorry. I completely forgot. I can't help it. There's just so much going on Clara. With work and meetings and preparing for chemo sessions with our daughter - I just can't remember everything' he begged.

'I asked one thing of you' I shouted at him throwing the plate at him. It wasn't all his fault but I was just angry. 'Do you know how Fucking much I have thought about terminating this baby. Do you have any idea about the stupid things I've wanted to?' I growled.

'Clara. I'm so sorry. I wanted to be there. I just forgot it was today' he said as I pushed past him and growled at him. 'Leave me alone' I snapped.

'Clara?' He scoffed grabbing my wrist as I shrugged him off of me.

'I just want to be left alone'