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

Chapter 103 - "Could be Worse...?"

Chapter 103 - "Could be Worse...?"

Clara's PoV

I sat down in the big leather spiny chair in his office and started twisting from side to side silently.

It was quite nice to have a moments peace to myself and be on my own.

It gave me a chance to be really nosy and start rummaging through his desk draws and paperwork and even got a chance to see who he was stalking on Facebook as that was an open page on his work top.

Nothing to dramatic or concerning except form how unorganised and dis-organised his draws were. And the fact that I was the main stalking culprit - that and the girls.

He had tried over and over again to friend then on Facebook but neither of them would accept to either of us no matter how hard we tried.

They had even come to sense and completely locked the accounts. Nothing ever changed he just hoped that it would.

I couldn't understand why he was stalking me - anything I ever post is something we've done together.

Either way after my little nose - I took it upon myself to pull things out of his drawers being the OCD freak that I am unable to just leave it alone and started cleaning / organising everything.

I wasn't on my own for long of course because John came back only 10 minutes later with Henry still happily waving around his new green cast and eating a Milky Way chocolate bar which he was rather excited about and John appeared with two packets of crisps.

'What are you doing?'

'I'm sorry but this is just awful. I couldn't leave knowing it was this unorganised and messy otherwise I'll have anxiety during the night about it and have to come back at like 4 in the morning to clean it' I explained.

'That wouldn't actually shock me' he says rolling his eyes with a chuckle and kissed my forehead.

'By the way I know your stalking me on Facebook... not cool john' I smirked.

'Huh?'

'There's three Facebook tabs open on the computer. I'm not stupid'

'Your so fricken nosy' he grinned as he was about to kiss me when a ding from his phone went and cut us both off.

What was really weird was that it was my phone as well - so we both looked at each other in panic.

Why would both of our phones go off in a ring together at exactly the same time if it wasn't an emergency?

- - -

'It's alright Poppy' I whispered as she slept and stroked her little head.

She was so much worse than when we left her 48 hours ago.

I now felt so guilty about not having been here.

'What's actually happened to her?' I mumbled.

'She's just become really week. We're waiting for blood tests but we think she's needing more blood transfusions... What doesn't really help is that she's not eating. If she doesn't start eating herself then we are going to have start to feed her through a tube and we really don't want that' a doctor explained.

'So what are you saying?' John asked.

'That she needs to be admitted for three blood transfusions a week on discharge for now: we'll see how it goes'

'3? I can't produce that much blood' John scoffed as I snapped my head up.

'You?'

'Shit' John said knowing I had blown his cover or something.

'What? Hang on... are you giving her blood?' I snapped.

'We were all tested Clara... we have the same blood type. I am able to give her blood - I am not however able to give her that much blood' John grumbled as he looks at her limp little body sleeping.

48 hours ago she was playing with kids down in the playroom and now she can barley lift her head.

'No you can't produce that much blood - your already donating way more than you should be or that is safe' the doctor hummed.

'My daughter is more important' John scoffed.

- - -

'Hey. It could be worse. It's not all bad' Lilly said rubbing my back as I vomited in her downstairs toilet after we had dropped the kids at school.

'It couldn't be any Fucking worse Lil. I mean seriously? My daughter has taken a turn for the bloody worse. I've got a 3 year old in a cast and sling for 6 weeks and my daughter on weeks bed rest unable to do anything but climb trees apparently. The one kid I have that is still actually healthy I haven't bloody seen in weeks'

'Are you taking about Avia cause she's fine'

'I know she's fine. What does that tell you? Her bloody step mother has seen more of her'

'Please don't call me that' Lilly whined.

'And to top it all off my morning sickness will not Fuck off' I snapped wanting to pull my head out.

What made all this worse was that John was able to do something for Poppy and I wasn't.

Now I knew he was giving her blood I just felt fricken useless.

I couldn't give her blood because we don't have the same blood type - piano was an alcoholic so even if we were she still couldn't have it, plus I am an organ donor so probably still couldn't. Then there's the fact that I'm pregnant.

John was turning out to be father of the Fucking year.

- - -

Okay so I've had some ideas for some time now and wanted to publish another story like this for when this book wraps up. (It's not any time soon and won't be until after book 4 plus a sequel well in the future)

Either way I'm not sure if I'll actually go through with it because I'm not sure what people will think? Anyway I'd be great full if you'd check it out and let me know.

It won't be daily updates like this book but I'll try to make it often :)

(Also - apologies for the use of crossovers of kids names - they won't all be like that o just really like the names)  plus the usual subjects will be in the story e.g; Clara, John, Lilly and Richard.

A snippet of how it begins is below -

Clara Oswald has been through some crap and gets thrown in at the deep end when she's forced to relocate to London permanently.

She starts the job and she gets on the wrong side of fellow teacher and Single father of two John Smith - but will their bad ways get on each other's nerves or will it release some sexual tension?