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

Chapter 114 - "Hammered..."

Chapter 114 - "Hammered..."

Clara's PoV

'So how are we doing today?' Connor asked as Poppy was sat on the lounge floor playing with her American girl doll and dressing her up all nicely.

'She's fine. Things are going well I think?' I shrugged wondering about Connors assessment.

I felt like he was going to say something bad and that poppy would be readmitted to the hospital but he says she was completely fine and progressing well.

'I wasn't actually talking about her... I was talking about you. John said your struggling with the hours. If it's a problem we can get someone in - I totally understand you have three other kids and are pregnant plus jobs' he explained.

'I think John just wants things to go back to normal but it's too soon for that' I hummed looking at Poppy and how fragile and I'll she was.

The light of the lounge just made her look worse.

- - -

'I don't have to go' John mumbled as he straightened out his shirt and did up the buttons.

'Yes you do' I said rolling my eyes. 'You never go out and have any fun. It's a work do' I pointed out.

'Then come with me?'

'What's the point? I can't drink. Even if I wasn't pregnant. And what if something happens to Poppy? She needs to have someone around for that. I'd like it to be me'

'Are you sure about that?' He grumbled:

'What if we don't get in until 3am or something ridiculous then we'll have no one here to give Poppy her medication?' I pointed out which he looked at me and then poured knowing I had a good point.

'Fine. But it won't be nearly as much fun without you' he scoffed as I kissed him quickly.

'How long do you think Lilly isn't going to talk to me for?'

'Could be weeks. She knows how to hold a grudge'

- - -

'Cl a ra Os wald. I. Am. home' John sang in a merry voice which made me shudder.

I knew right then how drunk he was.

He doesn't really drink like he used too in support of me do he can't hold his drink as well when he does drink.

I sometimes wondered what it would take up get me drunk again. Or how many it would take me?

He stopped drinking himself totally amongst his own accord.

He just decided that with the anxiety it just wasn't worth it to add drinking on top. But clearly today he had let his hair down, which was fine because he never really does.

I scoffed but pulled myself out of the bed anyway rathering that he wake just me up rather than the whole house up. The kids did not need to see their father like this.

'Okay Mr. I can see that your home. Let's get you to bed' I said as a few of the guys that had gotten him home smirked and looked pretty sober.

He was not going to be living this one down on Monday morning.

'Whilst I respect that you now have gossip on the boss getting so pissed of his face he has had a tough time recently and I would really rather you both leave.

'Fine' they laughed.

'Thanks for getting him home safely' I shouted as John was dancing around the lounge and walked into the wall trying to get out to me. 'Easy there tiger. Time for bed'

'Or time for a sing song! How about the Greece medley?' He asked as he (quite accurately whilst drunk actually) attempted to turn the radio on.

'No thank you. We're not at a wedding and the kids really don't need waking' he huffed.

'The kids? They can join in' he roared taking his jacket off and literally dropping it on the floor where he was in the lounge and went for the stairs - not without walking straight into the wall and then tripping over his own two size 11 clumsy feet and landing straight on his bum.

I thought he might complain but instead started laughing insanely and looked up at me.

'Clara Oswald. Most beautiful person on the planet'

'Tell me that again tommorw whilst your sober and you might actually get some' I laughed as he stood and leant on the banister then breathed all over me.

He smelt like sweat and alcohol combined the smell actually took me to a dark place.

I very rarely thing about and reflect on what I was when I was a raging alcoholic intent on destroying everyone including my own kids - but in a way I don't regret it.

I wouldn't have the life that I have today if I hadn't have fucked things over. I wouldn't have my kids fir a start and no matter what John says I think we would have broken up eventually.

I wouldn't have Lilly as a best friend (even if she does hate me at the moment) and I never would have gotten to know Richard at all.

'Your seriously amazing. How did I get to Fuck a gorgeous woman like you?' He growled in my ear ask pushed him away from me and more towards the stairs.

'The way that most men do... when sober and with consent' I growled although in a strange way shockingly flattered.

I was concerned that he might actually try to wake the kids and get them to have a party with him - but I had nothing to worry about when he didn't get past the second step.

He wobbled and fell on his bum again on the second to last step but didn't move or even attempt to get up.

He'd passed out.

There was no need to be concerned because he wasn't going to choke on his own vomit sitting up so I just walked around him to sort poppy out and when I came back downstairs two hours later he had moved himself.

He hadn't t gotten far because I could see he had collapsed on the bed a sweaty drunken/hungover at the point mess.