Sorry I was away but I'm back now. Let me know if you'd like more. I'm also working on some new ideas. I hope you'll really enjoy. Also I rushed this (as usual) so there might be typos.
Sunday came and I was very unwell. "You're too ill Cathy. Look at you. You can't even stand unless I hold you up. We can't risk it" he said as he helped me back to bed.
"But Chris" I protested.
"We need to be safe Cathy. I can't risk you getting hurt. Or the baby"
I knew he was right. So I kept quiet and went back to sleep. I was almost 9 months pregnant now and I knew the baby would be born soon. I didn't want to raise another child here. It was hard enough raising Cory and Carrie let alone another baby. I looked in Christopher's direction. "Chris. Have you thought of names?" I asked sleepily.
"Hmm . No. I haven't. I've been too busy worrying about you" he said softly, kissing my head. I smiled happily. I knew he would keep me safe. So I closed my eyes and began drifting off.
I woke up feeling a sharp pain in my stomach. I sat up quickly and shook Chris gently. "Christopher" I whispered tearfully and his eyes slowly opened. "I think something's wrong with the baby" I told him and he got up quickly asking me all sorts of questions. He came to the conclusion that I was in labour. Of course I began to panic but he explained that labour can take hours. He started packing and he got everything up into the attic before picking up the sleeping twins. I got up and a small scream escaped me. Blood trickled down my legs. I sat on the bed. Chris put the twins down before they would wake. He picked me up and carried me to the attic. He then gently laid me down on the old mattress. "What are you doing?" I asked in tears as he took off my underwear and pulled up my nightdress.
"You're fully dilated. I need to deliver this baby now"
"Now?! What?! We can't!" I yelled before a loud scream escaped me.
"It's OK. The baby's crowning so I need you to push now ok?" he asked softly and I nodded starting to push as hard as I can. "That's it your almost there . The shoulders are out. Just one more big push" he encouraged. I screamed pushing as hard as I can before feeling relief . I wasn't even worried about our grandmother at this stage. I couldn't hear my baby cry. Chris began working to help her. I sat and watched, feeling helpless. Then a light sob filled the room. Chris smiled and grabbed the yellow blanket I had knitted a few months before. He wrapped her up so she'd be warm and handed her to me. I held her close and smiled happily.
My smile soon faded when I began to think of how the hell I was supposed to hide her from the evil old witch. She would surely kill her if she found out "What do you wanna name her?" Chris asked, bringing me back to reality.
"Clara" I say smiling down at her. Of course I would choose a name with C to make her one of us and the nutcracker is my favourite dance so I decided to name her after the lead.
"Clara Dollanganger. I like it" he smiled happily. I smiled too. I was a mother now and I had to protect my family no matter what the cost could be. I was going to escape. Clara would not grow up locked away. But for now I would have to keep her here. She's too little to go outside yet anyway there was just one problem. Keeping her a secret...