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| My Story - 3 | |
| By Storywriter1987 | ||||
| 07 May 2007 | ||||
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Hi guys, Chapter 3 is a short one. Hope you enjoy it. Clare. xx 6 months later and I woke up in the middle of the night after hearing Peter’s cries. He was staring at the bed area around me and all he was saying was something like… “Clare, What the hell is going on? Why are the sheets red?” “What are you on about the sheets are cream… OH NO!!!!” “I’ll call the doctor. Stay as calm as possible darling. Everything will be ok.” I wasn’t as good with this kind of blood as I normally was and I passed out. When I woke up I saw Peter and Phillip and Shellie smiling down at me. Phillip and Shellie were a great couple. But Phillip – who is also my brother – was always in and out of hospital since he was a baby, so they were just to it by now. Bless him. Shellie was the first to talk. “Hello you. Can’t keep you Ainsdell’s out of this place can we?” “Hi. We are addicted to this place…… I lost the baby didn’t I?” “Yes, my darling I am so sorry. Peter hasn’t left your side. We had to drag him away just to have a coffee. He thinks its his fault. He keeps saying he should have stopped it.” “Peter….. Its not your fault darling. I promise you. There is always a risk and its not your fault.” “But I feel like I’ve failed you. I should have kept you and this, our baby safe. And I didn’t.” He eventually believed it wasn’t his fault after all of us and a few doctors telling him. It took us a few months to come to terms with it all and even now I can’t help but stop and think about it. It was my body that lost that baby, not Peter, it was my body that decided, to get rid of our baby. Life is cruel. And to me it was my cruel body that was wrong. Not his. Mine. And now we were sat at home drinking fruit juice and eating pizza. I curled up with him and he wrapped his arm around me. I could sleep in his arms forever. So soft, so warm, so loving. It was 7pm and I decided I would go and have a bath, I needed to relax I got up and went upstairs. As the water was running upstairs, my phone went off downstairs. “Darling, you’re phone…. oh it’s the doctor. Hello Stuart.” “Oh, hello Peter, is Clare there?” “Not right now, she’s in the bath.” “Oh right well please pass on the message that she’s a bit further gone then we thought, her scan is booked for 3pm tomorrow. ok, thanks I have to go Bye.” “Scan? Further gone? Which means she’s………….” He raced up the stairs and straight into the bathroom. He pulled back the shower curtain and then knealt by the side of the bath. He looked into my eyes and I saw something there. Something that I had seen before, but I couldn’t quite place it. I took his hand in mine and pulled myself up. “Stuart just called. He said you have a scan booked at 3pm tomorrow as you’re further along then it was thought. It was a bit of a shock hearing that so now I have to ask you….. Are you pregnant?”
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