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Chapter 4

Clara woke up, feeling Alex' arm wrapped tightly around her and she sighed in content. It was a Sunday, which meant that they could sleep in for as long as they wanted. There was no sun coming through the blinds at all, so it was either still early, or they were facing a rainy day and Clara decided to close her eyes again and sleep some more when Alex began shifting closer to her.

"Good morning," he mumbled sleepily, pressing himself more tightly against her.

Clara smiled as she felt something hard pressed against her back.

"Someone's up early," she replied in a humming voice as he began kissing her neck, "Did you remember to buy the condoms?"

Alex made a sound and suddenly Clara's mood vanished in an instant. She pushed herself away from him and turned around to be able to look at Alex.

"You forgot, didn't you?"

"I didn't forget," he grumbled, his eyes only half open, "I remembered, but I was too lazy to stop at a shop after work."

"Well, that settles it then," Clara said grumpily and pulled the duvet up to her chin, closing her eyes again, although she knew that sleep would be impossible now.

"Honey," Alex hummed sweetly as he tried to pull her closer again, "You're on the pill. Nothing's gonna happen. And even if-"

"Do not finish that sentence or I swear to God I'll push you out of bed," she said threateningly, but without opening her eyes.

She heard Alex sigh. "Nothing happened the last time."

Nothing he knew of, Clara though and sat up in bed immediately. She gave Alex a slight punch in the shoulder.

"Ow," he replied, "What was that for?"

"Last time was entirely your fault!" Clara said angrily, "You know exactly that I get frisky when I drink and you should've had the brains to use extra protection!"

Now Alex struggled into a sitting position as well, looking very much confused over Clara's sudden outburst.

"Yes, I'm taking the blame for what happened after the dinner party and I'm sorry I forgot to buy the condoms. Now, please, can we stop fighting? Nothing happened and we'll be careful that nothing will happen until we both decide that it's a good idea to have a child. Okay?"

Clara took a deep breath, looking at him and suddenly feeling slightly guilty. She had overreacted and Alex didn't understand – simply because she hadn't told him.

"I thought something had happened," Clara confessed, her voice low, and avoided his gaze.

"What?"

"I thought I was pregnant. But I'm not."

"When did that happen?" Alex asked and his voice sounded so accusatory that she started to feel even worse than she had before.

"Last week. I got sick at school in the morning, which was probably nothing more than bad breakfast, and one of my colleagues made a joke about me being pregnant. I panicked. I remembered the night after the dinner party and after school I immediately went home and took a test," she explained.

"Why didn't you tell me about that?" he said as he reached for her hand, "I should have known. We're a team, remember?"

Originally her plan had been to not to tell him at all, which only made her feel all the more guilty.

"I know. But I thought maybe. . .," she paused, "Maybe you'd get too excited and ask to have kids immediately. I know you want kids, don't even try to deny it."

"I want children, yes, but I also want you to want them. I wouldn't force anything on you that you don't want."

"You forced this house on me."

Clara regretted the words as soon as they had come out of her mouth. It was the old argument, the one they had been having on and off since moving into the house and Clara had sworn to never bring it up again. Alex immediately dropped her hand and got out of bed. He grabbed his robe and vanishing onto the corridor.

Clara fell back into the pillows with a sigh when she heard the shower running next door. She would apologize to Alex later.

OOO

The next day Clara was finally able to pick up her motorcycle from the shop after school. The inspection had gone smoothly and now she was free to ride it through the entire city – or out of the city if she so wished and she loved the feeling of the roaring engine under her, Clara would even go so far and say it was better than sex. Her problems all felt so far away when she was driving, like she was leaving them behind as she went and the only thing that made her cut her trip short was the increasing cold of the early October air. She and Alex had come to a truce, although she could still feel the resentment in his look whenever she mentioned something even remotely related to the house. It retrospect, Clara would take back the words if she could. It had been really unfair to bring up the house again, as she had made her opinion clear back then and he had promise to not do something like that ever again. Clara had forgiven him, so it was a bad move to still use it against him in a argument, even though, if given the chance, she'd choose their old flat over the house any time.

When she closed in on the house, Clara could see a moving van parked on the street and a rather furious looking John was standing right next to it, taking on the phone. She pulled up her driveway, parked her motorcycle and went across the street to say hello.

"Yes, it looks like it's everything, but that doesn't change the fact that the movers you hired just ditched me," he said into the phone.

"Hey," Clara greeted him as she walked up to the van, "Do you need help unloading?"

John's eyes wandered to her face and and his expression lit up a little.

"Donna, listen, thanks for everything. Problem's solved. I'll call you back later."

He hung up and slid the phone into the pocket of his jeans, before giving Clara a warm smile.

"Was that your sister?" Clara asked, "Did you stuff get here safely?"

"Yes," he confirmed, "That was her and the movers she hired threw me the car keys and said they'd pick the empty van back up in 2 hours."

Clara threw a quick glance inside the vehicle and shrugged. "Shouldn't be a problem. We can manage."

"You are an angel, Clara Oswald," John replied with a smile.

"I told you, I owe you. I'm just gonna change into something more suitable," she said and pointed down at her dress, "I'll be back in 5 minutes."

Clara darted across the street and into the house. She left her bag by the door and immediately went up into the bedroom and picked something casual – and old pair of jeans and a jumper. Putting her hair into a ponytail, she had to secure a few loose strands with pins. It just wouldn't hold in place ever since she had cut it.

Just as she was about to come down the stairs again, she heard Alex' voice from the corridor.

"Babe, your motorcycle is blocking the driveway!"

Clara came rushing down the stairs and greeted Alex with a peck on the cheek. "I know, I'll move it later," she said, slightly out of breath, "I'll be home later, promised John I'd help him with his furniture."

She was already on her way to the door when Alex asked: "You promised. . . when did that happen?"

"Later!" replied and closed the front door behind her.