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

Chapter 73 - "Pointless Arguments..."

Chapter 73 - "Pointless Arguments..."

Clara's PoV

'Clara why are you still being grouchy with me?' John said as he slammed the bedroom door and glared.

'I'm not grouchy. I'm fine' I said, looking at him and then looking back at the bed and my paper work.

'Yes you are. Your being short with me and everyone else'

'What about the last week has me being short? It's not my fault you can't keep up. It's not my fault your getting old' I said in spite.

'For fucks sake Clara. This isn't about the sex. I mean it is about the ridiculous amounts of sex but that isn't the problem. It's your change in attitude with me. It's driving me insane' he scoffed.

'Look if you can't keep up with me fine. That's it. Enough said' I shrugged, going back to my writing.

'Do you know what? If your going to be like this - then forget it' he said trudging out of the room and leaving me annoyed so I threw my pen at the bed stubbornly and growled.

'Mummy I need you to sign this' Avia said as she appeared in the bedroom as I wiped a tear from my face and looked up.

'What is it?'

'Well it's the trip I told you about? To France? It's in April. I really want to go. Daddy said he'd pay for it but he's angry right now' Avia said knowing when to avoid John by now.

'Right. Yeah I'll sign it' I mumbled as she bought it to me and I started filling in the forms.

What had completely slipped my mind was that Mr Foster had already asked me if I would chaperone it - so I might actually be going too.

'Are you and Daddy fighting?'

'It's nothing Avia. I wouldn't get involved if I was you'

'Oh I'm not. But I know that if you tell him about the baby brother or sister that will cheer him up' she said with a small smile.

'No. not just yet. Soon but not yet' I said as she shrugged her shoulders and went back to her room closing the door.

We were so very near the end of the mess of the lost conversion and would very soon be able to loft everyone around and situate them in their new rooms.

I couldn't wait for that moment to come.

- - -

'What the hell is this?' I said opening the lounge door to see him casually sprawled out on the sofa in the lounge, feet on the coffee table and flicking through the channels.

'That's a strip of my pills. Would you like one?' He said rolling his eyes and moved his head so that he could see round me to the TV and completely ignored me.

'John I'm serious. There's way to many pills in here. Have you stopped taking them?' I scoffed.

I knew I shouldn't have stopped checking on his doses. I knew he slip back into this state.

'What are you talking about Clara?' He groaned.

'You take three a day. That means that you go through one box a week. This box is over a week old' I said with a raised eyebrow.

I don't know what the answer was that I was really looking for - I didn't really consider anything other than the fact that he had just stopped taking them.

'See that's how much attention you've paid to any of my life in the last few weeks'

'Huh?'

'My dosage has been dropped. I'm doing well' he scoffed flicking the channel again and settling on some rubbish that was on BBC.

'Pft. Yeah right. Why've you stopped?'

'Get your facts right before you go accusing people Clara. Go and check up on me if it will make you feel better. In the mean time would you please just go and do one. Your really spoiling my Saturday night'

- - -

I sat at the end of the bed for quite some time.

It seemed stupid to actually check up on my husband. To have to ask someone if it was true.

But for some reason I called Richard. He would know.

Once I had asked him I felt like an idiot. What kind of person doesn't trust their own husband? So what if he's on medication? It's never bothered me. I just don't know why I'm so worried about him being weened off.

Then it clicked.

Obviously being pregnant was making me panic. What if he's weened off and then the worst happens? What if the baby doesn't for any reason make it? Then he'd be back to square one.

I fiddled with the packet at the end of the bed and looked up guiltily when John came in the room.

He walked straight past and into the bathroom with his pyjama trousers.

When he came out after 20 minutes I was still sat in the same position but in this case he sat next to me.

He held out his hand and so I popped the two pills on his palm and waited for him to swallow them before he talked.

'I'm doing well. We're all in somewhat of a good place. Alex thought it would be the perfect time to ween me off. Obviously with Poppy being sick it's not a good idea to cut down too much - but one set a day is enough for now' he explained. 'If you want to check I'll get Alex to call you?'

'No. Richard told me. Why didn't you tell me? We've been in such a good place relationship wise for the last few days'

'It's not that simple. The appointment was while you were in New York, so I couldn't take you - then I just didn't know what to say. I really hate it when we argue pointlessly' he grumbled.

'Yeah me too. I'm sorry I've just been a bit tetchy recently' I mumbled.

'It's fine. We all have those days' he said.