Chapter 8 - 'It's only been 4 Days'

Clara's PoV

I walked out the bedroom with her in my arms. She had calmed down a little bit, but she was still grizzling and I knew I was going to have to feed her now.

'No offence but you've just broken my hand. So instead of standing there... Could you please just get the bottle out of the steriliser. Try not to run away while your there' I said in a harsh tone and he was just lost.

He did go to the kitchen and did come back with the bottle.

I had grabbed the bib, and cloth, but was not at all sure how this was going to work.

He sat down next to me and watched me, try. And I do say try. But my fist was really hurting.

'Right I hate you. And really don't want you here right now... But I can't feed her one handed and she can't starve, so if you wouldn't mind at the very least holding the bottle?' I questioned.

He wearily took the bottle from my hand and placed it in her mouth. She was confused but her eyes were wide open and analysing him.

It's like she knew exactly who he was. Once she was fed, I placed her carefully in her bouncy chair and rocked her to sleep with my foot.

'There's a dummy there... Could you just pass it to me?' I asked. He handed me the pink dummy and I slipped it into her mouth.

She very quickly fell soundly asleep.

'Look Clara how many times do I have to tell you. Your not ready for this kind of commitment. At least consider giving it up' my dad said when I came out the bathroom.

He had got over it, after a nights sleep on it. He didn't like the idea of me raising a baby alone.

But I really didn't have much choice in the matter. 'Dad I love you and your advice... But I'm keeping it. Before I went into that scan 4 weeks ago, I had every intention of giving it up. But then it all became too real' I said.

I was about 12 weeks now and was hoping that the morning sickness was going to pass, but much to my annoyance I had just come out of the bathroom, having just vomited for the 3rd time today

'There is nothing that you can say to make me change my mind dad.' I said and he grunted.

But he had insisted me come and stay with him for a few days. He was worried about the continuation of morning sickness and wanted me to go to the doctors but, I assumed it was an alien thing, and I can't exactly bring that up in a meeting.

'Hey Dave' Nina said when she arrived. My dad had decided that if I was serious about going through with this, then I had to tell my family.

'Hi Nina. What do you think about Clara's stupid choices?' My dad asked.

'Umm. I think she's brave and made the right decision' Nina said and my dad grunted.

'Clara?' The Doctor whispered.

'8 months Doctor' I said back looking at my daughter but also clutching to my wrist.

'I don't understand' he said. '8 months... That's how long you've been gone' I said.

He looked distraught. 'No it's been 4 days' he said.

'Doctor in the last 8 months... I have carried her. Believe me... It's been 8 months' I said.

'I came back for your birthday Clara' he said. 'And it didn't click that, that is in November and when you left it was April?' I asked.

'This is the date the Tardis sent me too. I didn't know it had been that long' he said.