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Chapter 10

When Dave had recovered and become much better, their holiday began. For a month it was total bliss, relaxing beautifully without anything to worry about. Everyday he spent it with Clara and David, in the pool or out at the Spanish markers buying cute clothes for David and different foods to try. Clara's dad had moved to the ground floor so he had much better access, as he had spent two days cavorting in a wheelchair. Clara was beyond happy when the antidote was fully out of his system and he could walk again.

Clara. Clara, Clara, Clara, Clara. She was so gorgeous and he was so lucky to have her, hold her in his arms each day. They had finally began to settle in for the holiday and thoughts of Missy where pushed out of his mind while they had celebrated their survival that first night with joy and alcohol.

It was truly amazing to still be alive, to have such a wonderful and loving family and he told Clara everyday. The next day it was Christmas, and they made the massive occasion all about David. They had gotten UNIT to get their presents for him from their house and bring them to Spain as part of another IOU. David bounced around with joy, gurgling and clapping his hands and John felt so proud of his little boy. He smiled at Clara, bringing her in closer to kiss her with that unforgotten relief and happiness that lingered there peacefully. Her hands came up to caress his jawline and her father busied himself playing with David as a distraction. Clara planted two more kisses on his lips and then snuggled into his stomach, his arms encircling her body which laid across his crossed legs, watching their son beautifully with Clara holding onto his arms.

The whole month was nothing but relaxing, shopping and sex and John hardly wanted to go back to winter in England as opposed to summer in Spain. Every night Clara would bat her beautiful eyelashes at him and his resistance was nonexistent. He was constantly reminded that he was too lucky to be alive, as he lay in Clara's arms, kissing her and trailing his fingers down her perfect body. Then every morning would be the pleasant experience of waking up with her lying entangled, on top of him and seeing her watch him silently. It was in truth, probably the real reason Dave had settled downstairs.

The lock screen on his phone became the memorable photo of them both lying on a sunbed together, his home screen all three of them, David bouncing happily in their laid and wearing John's oversized rockstar sunglasses. He suspected Clara's were similar.

'We have to go home tomorrow.' She commented, walking sensually up to him and hugging him round the middle.

'I know. Back to cold, wet, boring England with it's three month winters.' He grumbled. She laughed slightly.

'It has been amazing here as a holiday. But there is no place like home.'

He looked down at her smile and agreed.

'And um...' Clara started, looking awkward but excited.

'Do we happen to have any other available children's bedrooms?' She asked. John looked at her, his eyebrow lifting of it's own accord in recognition.

'You're not...' He began.

Clara nodded, and it felt like his whole body had erupted in silver banners and bunting. He picked her up and spun her around, splaying light kisses on her head.

'Are you sure you can wait til next year to become a teacher?'

Clara's arms drew round his neck.

'Yeah. Once they're both a lot older.' She laughed.

'Do you know if it's a girl or a boy?' He asked, his grin spreading wider.

'Not sure, but my spidey senses say girl.'

John was speechless. He was overwhelmed. All he could do was promise a fun last day before they went back home and his smile carried on through every hour.

•••••

She hadn't told her father yet. But maybe he knew anyway, since John couldn't take his hands off her. The plane back home caused her panic and yet again they were both there to comfort her.

They walked through their front door, a bittersweet moment of happiness at being back in their own house. Clara carried David to his chair and both her and John sat down on the couch, not bothering yet with the luggage. John's arm draped round her neck and she curled up next to him. Clara knew that this was definitely what she wanted now. She wanted to keep this normal life forever. Looking up at his beautiful face she ruffled his curly hair once more.

'We did it.'

He smiled back, repeating 'We did it.'

Clara kissed him and knew what she had was more than anything else in the world.