Pumpkin Soup
Disclaimer : I own Nothing
This story may not seem very Harry Pottery but it will some time
CHAPTER 1 : prologue
January the 17th is a very important and special day for me. It's the day I gave birth to my first child! It's also the day my hunk of a husband left me. Since he was at the hospital when I gave birth I presume the two events were related.
I knew I should have followed my instincts.
I wanted my hubby to be a classical dad on the day of the birth, you know, he'd stand outside the delivery room, pacing down the hallway. Maybe have a conversation with another poor husband of a pregnant lady. Then as soon as the doctor came out they'd rush to the door to see their beautiful new baby boy/girl and check on their wife.
But no, I had to give into the pressure, and have the more modern way about it. He stood there by the horrible cold hospital bed as a room fill of people started at places of my anatomy even I couldn't see in a mirror. It was absolutely embarrassing! No wonder he left me.
After I had held my baby in my arms for the first time the meanie nurses took her away, back to the baby ward. And I was taken back to my ward were Jake (my bubby) was waiting for me.
"Hello Claire," he said formally.
Dumb ass that I was I thought he was joking around, but really he was just afraid of getting emotional about what he was about to do.
"Have you been down to the baby ward yet?" I said happily "our little girls beautiful!"
"Not yet," he said looking at the ground "I'm leaving."
"Why?" I asked snuggling my pillow "You only just got here, and you haven't even held our little no name!"
"Listen to me," he held my hands and looked into my eyes "I'm leaving you."
I looked deep into his blue eyes but the guy that owned them wasn't my Jake. My Jake was loving, and sweet, and…and…
"I met someone else Claire," he said "I'm sorry about the baby and about everything."
"What do you mean?" I asked pathetically.
"I've fallen In love with someone else."
"And your leaving me," I repeated disbelievingly.
"Yes," he said looking around the room, everywhere but my eyes.
"What about the baby?" I said tears running down my cheeks "You've got to take care of us!"
"I can't," he stood up and left. And that was the end of that.
You must think I'm so rude!! Not introducing myself! My names Charlotte Sinclair, Single mother of one, and suicidal.
My life wasn't always like this, I used to have friends, a loving husband, and a happy family, and a bloody gorgeous flat in London.
The door opened and there was my best friend Sophie.
"He left me," I cried.
"I no."
"How?"
"Jake was my friend too," She said coming over to me.
"Do me a favour?"
"What?
"Get me and child a ticket to Ireland."
"Sure babe," she gave me a kiss on the head like a mum saying goodnight to a child.
I got home to my flat and half the stuff had gone, Jake had actually left me. I packed my bags as Sophie held My child.
"You have to visit me in Ireland," I said bawling.
"You know I will!"
"Let get going the plane leaves in 3 hours," I said stumbling out the door and down the stairs carrying all my bags. It wasn't supposed to be like this, I was supposed to have a man by my side carrying all my stuff while I tended to my daughter.
At the airport me and baby said goodbye to Sophie. So far I've cried way more than my daughter!
One the Plane a nice man stood up to put away my carry-ons. I knew the little baby would be useful for something!
Authors Note
I hope you like my story so far, it's my first story ever on fanfiction so please tell me what you think, plus I know the characters personalities are a bit muddled but its better this way in the rest of my story trust me!