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

Chapter 174 - "The Old Bedroom..."

Chapter 174 - "The Old Bedroom..."

Clara's PoV

'Clara she doesn't know what she's talking about. Don't listen to her. I know that your Gran would have wanted you to have the money. It's good for you' Dad said as I had gone off to my room to tuck myself away.

It was just like being 17 again when I would hide myself in my room when I didn't want to see anyone or talk to anyone.

I still remember Gran actually coming into my room and telling me off for not being social enough.

'I know she wouldn't. Not my fault your wife is a greedy bitch'

'She's not my wife Clara' Dad scoffed at me and I rose an eyebrow.

'Yes she is... I went to the wedding? 8 years ago?' I pointed out as he shrugged.

'You did but we split up about 3 months ago' he explained

'Then what the hell is she still doing hanging around?' I complained.

'She wants me to sell up so that she can get half of the house but I said there is not way in doing that. Her name isn't on the mortgage and she isn't entitled to anything unless I die. I've been waiting for her to murder me in my sleep actually. Anyway with the money your Grand left me I can pay her of with 30 grand and be rid of her' he said. 'So there is some good news out of all this'

'I'm sorry Dad. I've not been around much. We should come up to Blackpool more often and you should definitely come down to London more often. We have a spare room and everything'

'I was thinking about moving to London anyway. I've the money to do it. So I might just do it after the funeral' he hummed.

'When is the funeral?' I asked realising my dates.

'They want to leave sit until the 3rd of September. The term doesn't start then does it?' He asked.

'No. Were supposed to be going on holiday' I grumbled.

'Your still bloody going on holiday. If there's one thing your Gran did it was live life and your sure as hell not going to be sitting around here moping for 3 weeks when you've got 4 kids at home wanting to go on a holiday' he grumbled.

- - -

'Oh good you bought my baby' I grinned running at the door having desperately missed Harry for the last two hours.

I never thought I would miss him as much as I do when I'm away from him but I do. I dread to think what I'm going to be like when I go back to work.

'I've ran out of milk so you'll have to feed him' John hummed as I pointed at the 4 bottles I had managed to express whilst Dad and I were rustling through some paper work.

He kept making jokes about there being milking cows in the room but I chose to ignore them and do what I need to do for my baby.

'Oh. You've been busy then?' He smirked.

'Hi John' Dad hummed having not really seen John since before we had Harry and even then it wasn't for long.

They barely speak and that is just something that we have all gotten used too.

It was only because Linda never liked John when he came back into my life again but all those years ago through the drunken mess years Dad was always on John's side.

He would never take my side.

'Hey can I look after my grandson tonight?' Dad asked as I rose an eyebrow and looked at him confused. 'Give you two a break maybe?'

'Sure... I don't know where he's going to sleep?'

'In the basket that I'm sure I can rustle up our of the loft.

'Are you sure you want too? Are you in the right mind?'

'Yep.  It will be comforting' he grinned and I hadn't seen Dad this happy to have a grand kid since Avia.

Probably because Harry is a boy and is his biological grandson. He had learnt to love Henry but it's not the same.

'If your Dad has Harry for the night... then wait here' John said. 'Go to your bedroom and wait there' he smirked as I looked at him with a raised eyebrow knowing exactly what he was going to do.

- - -

'Oo. That was a lot easier when I was 16. I think I may have  just done my back in' John scoffed and groaned as he climbed in my bedroom window.

If was quite amusing really. The fact that he had managed it was even funnier.

'Your are almost 36. Your no spring chicken anymore' I smirked.

'Wow this room hasn't changed a bit in what? 20 years?'

'Nah. Me nor Dad ever had the heart to change it' I hummed laying down on the bed and waiting for John to snuggle up next to me.

'God I remember the fun we used to have in this room' he chuckled.

'Yeah. Loads of fun. And sometimes there was even sex' I laughed. 'Which of course led to Avia so let's not repeat that one'

'Oh my god. Avia and Evie were made in this room. Weird to think it... pretty sure Avia was made - well on the fluffy rug over there and pretty sure Evie was made right here in this very ensuite' he said standing in my bathroom.

'No more babies are being made in here of you know what's good for you' I groaned.

'No. No more babies. But we can still relive some of our youth right?' He chuckled with a sly grin kicking his shoes off and crawling onto the bed kissing me quickly before pushing his hand up my back and unclipping my bra.

It wasn't very romantic though since it was a maternity bra and was covered in milk where I had pumped an hour ago.

'Do you think your back will be able to take it old man?' I smirked.

'Oh I think we'll be just fun' he said making me gasp quickly for breath