Cheyanne just sat and continued to comfort her, hand gently stroking over her hair. “Where are you staying tonight?” she asked quietly, looking down at her.
Clara closed her eyes as Cheyanne stroked her hair. It was a gesture she had always seen as soothing since she was a young child. It was a way of her mother and even her sister to let her know she’d be okay and Clara would always end up sleeping better afterwards. “I don’t know.”
Letting Clara read the test first she was a bit confused at first when she started to cry. But, taking a look herself she sighed softly, moving to the floor with her and pulling her into a hug, rocking her gently. “Hey, Clara it’ll be okay.”
Clara held onto Cheyanne tightly as she continued to cry. It didn’t seem like things were going to be okay to her. She was pregnant with a man who hated the concept of a family.
“Don’t call the police” Harry snapped, pulling back from her slightly. “Of course I don’t seem myself, I’ve been fucking stabbed! The circumstances around it are none of your business Clara. We’re not married anymore. I’m not obliged to tell you anything” He attempted to stand but couldn’t quite manage it, collapsing back into the chair again.
Clara flinched as Harry spoke to her the way he did. “You promised to protect me.. Why can’t I do the same for you?” She asked quietly before moving to sit with their son. Holding her son close she kissed his forehead.
She set the coffee down and gave her hand, squeezing Clara’s gently and smiling. “Of course. C’mon.”
Clara walked with Cheyanne to the bathroom and walked over to the test. Seeing the results, she went crashing to the ground and started to cry.”
“Count me in that too. Y’know how I want to snap his stupid neck,” she muttered, taking a sip of the coffee. “Is the test ready?”
Clara looked down at her watch and nodded slowly. “Yeah it is.” She stood up slowly and took Cheyanne’s hand. “Come with me please?”
She nodded, leaning against the wall. “What will you do then if you are?”
“Panic.” She shrugged. “Harry said he’d protect me should Ant flip out.”
Harry winced as Clara lifted his shirt up, a soft hiss escaping him at the mention of the police. “No. No don’t call the police. That’ll fuck everything up. I just ran into a spot of trouble but I’m fine now Clara. I’ve stitched myself up and I’ll be fine after a few days rest” He muttered, fingers balling into fists as she inspected the wound. “Leave it Clara”
Clara looked at the wound in slight horror and disgust. “Ran into a spot of trouble? What kind of trouble are we talking her? Are you sure about the police? Whoever done this deserves to be done in.” She told him before carefully put his shirt down. “You don’t seem yourself.. What’s wrong and don’t you dare lie to me.”