Maybe it was stress or discomfort whatever it was it was rare when Clara dreamed especially about a man but in her dream she walks into her empty classroom and sees David sitting on her desk wearing jeans and a black button down shirt untucked.
"Uh, David what are you doing here?" She asked him confused. He didn't answer instead smiled flirtatiously at her and hopped off the desk and slowly walked towards her.
"Um, David?" She said as she started backing up to the chalkboard. His eyes danced and wandered down to his shirt and he wiggled his eyebrows at her mischievously. "What is he doing?" She wondered but her eyes grew as he began unbuttoning his shirt.
"David!" Clara gawked but suppressed a smile as each button he opened revealed his muscular chest and eventually tossed his shirt aside. Finally he gently pins her to the chalkboard and caresses her face. She gazed lustfully into his intense dark eyes before she can speak he places his finger on her lips. "Shh, I know your secret." He whispers.
David leans in to kiss her but before their lips meet her alarm went off causing her to wake up with a jolt.
Clara sat there panting and blushing. She buried her face in her hands embarrassed for having such a shocking dream. "What is wrong with me?" She wondered as she lay back pushing the covers away. She glanced over at her clock; it said 6:15 A.M.
She realized it had been a day or so since she and David talked mainly because she was a bit doubtful about being able to call him like whenever.
Laying there she took her cell phone out and decided to test him she dialed his number after a few rings he picked up. "Hello, Clara." David yawned.
"You picked up." She smiled impressed.
"Of course I said I would." He replied stretching in bed.
Clara lowered her eyes sheepishly. "I know but I admit I was kind of"
"Testing me?" He finished for her.
Clara groaned sitting up. "I hate it when you do that."
David scoffed. "Not my fault if you're predictable."
"Excuse me?" She arched her eyebrow.
"Joking." He sighed teasingly.
"I also notice you're not eating either." She remarked.
"I don't eat in bed, Clara." David said sarcastically. "I sleep naked in bed." He added waiting for a reaction.
"What!" She exclaimed.
"Joking again." He scoffed. "Really Clara I have a four year-old." He pointed out.
She rolled her eyes. "Sorry, I don't have much of a sense of humor at six in the morning."
"Oh, you always want to have a sense of humor, Clara, especially early in the morning." He replied.
Clara smiled at that. "Well, anyway I'm sorry I woke you."
"It's okay I had to get up in a few minutes anyway. I'm taking Caitlin and some of her cousins dress shopping."
"Sounds like fun so where are you now?" Clara asked tucking her knees under her chin.
"My grandmother's house. Caitlin's in the next room with her cousin Emily." He replied.
Clara frowned. "How many relatives do you have?"
He chuckled. "Too many! But there my dad's side so it's okay."
"Your mum's not there?" She asked curious.
"Well, if Rory were a Doctor instead of a Nurse she would be but you know… there loss." David sighed.
Clara thought that was so sad and felt bad for him. "I'm sorry I'm not there to help." She said sincerely.
David smiled. "Its fine I know you care."
"Cause' believe it or not I do love weddings." Clara said.
"Great you can take my place cause' Amy's driving me crazy." He grumbled.
Clara smirked. "Let me guess she keeps changing her mind?"
He groaned. "You have no idea!"
"So when do you think you'll be getting back?" She asked casually twirling a strand of her hair.
David gave a mock gasp. "Don't tell me you miss me!"
"Well, yeah, I miss our spats and I admit I miss the noise, a little bit." Clara admitted.
He laughed. "Don't worry I'll be back soon enough and you'll be wishing I was gone again."
"Not necessarily." She thought to herself. Then she heard Caitlin in the background shouting happily. "Daddy! Daddy!"
"I think you're being called." She giggled.
"Yeah, I better go." He chuckled.
"Well, good luck." Clara replied.
"Thanks and Clara?" He said.
"Yeah?" She replied.
"I mean it don't be afraid to call me even if it's just to talk, okay?" He said sincerely.
She smiled. "Okay, bye."
"Bye, Clara." David said hanging up.
Clara sat there feeling better and soon forgetting about her strange dream. She sighed and got out of bed to start hers' and Hayley's day.
Later that week the sound of happy students in the next room let Clara know David was back and peace and quiet time was over.
Clara mentally groaned but was glad to have him back and after school she snuck into his classroom while he was gone to leave a bag of lemon drops on his desk.
She sat the blue clear plastic bag tied with a yellow string but Clara started fiddling with the tag when David walked in and saw her.
He smirked and crept towards her curious to see what she was doing.
"I hope he likes this." She muttered. "Oh, I'm sure he will." He replied causing her to nearly jump.
"Don't do that!" Clara scowled lightly slapping at his arm. "Sorry but what are you doing?" He chuckled.
She shrugged. "Well, I got you something for when you came back." Clara handed him the bag.
David smiled. "Lemon drops, my favorite!"
"Hayley said they were. It was her suggestion." She replied suppressing a smile.
"Thank you." He said sincerely.
Clara smiled shyly. "You know you've had a real impact on Hayley. She really adores you."
David shrugged tugging his shirt. "Well, I am lovable." He gave a dramatic sniff.
She playfully rolled her eyes. "Good to know you don't have an ego but I'm glad you like the candy."
David smiled at her thoughtfully and set the bag down. "Listen, I've meant to thank you for what you're doing with Caitlin."
Clara tilted her head at him. "What'd ya' mean?"
"Well, she's more outgoing than I've ever seen her. She's even making friends with kids that'll be going to school with her." He smiled.
Clara blushed lowering her eyes before looking at him. "Oh, I didn't do that."
"You did and I thank you. Plus Caitlin's very fond of you and doesn't happen a lot." He replied.
She smiled. "Well, you're welcome but it's no big deal."
"You're very important Clara, don't ever doubt that." David smiled and kissed her hand.
Clara turned crimson. "Well, Um, I-I better go." She started backing away bumping into a couple of desks nearly knocking them over. "You alright?" He asked smirking.
She nodded and smiled sheepishly as she left his classroom.
David stood there suppressing a smile before gathering his things for the day.
Once outside David had just gotten to his car when he heard a familiar, posh Scottish voice behind him say. "Well, well, if it isn't the rebellious gardener." It was his Uncle Peter.
David quietly groaned. This was someone he really didn't want to see right now.
He sighed and slowly turned around folding his arms. "Peter, fancy seeing you here. I would say how happy I am that you're here but that would be a lie."
Peter scowled removing his sunglasses. "Don't get smart. There's nothing wrong with me wanting to see you."
David scoffed. "That's your opinion. So what brings you here?"
Peter walked casually towards him. "Well, I heard about your latest job venture and I thought I"
"What? Knock some sense into my head." He sneered.
Peter gave a dry chuckle. "Actually, I wanted to see how my favorite nephew was doing."
He rolled his eyes. "Favorite nephew since when; just cut the crap! What do you want?"
Peter huffed. "Very well, the family is worried about you and so am I."
"Because?" David sighed uninterested.
"Well, to be honest you haven't been making the wisest decisions." He scoffed.
"Go find a therapist who cares. What else did you want?" David replied exasperated.
Peter cleared his throat ignoring his tone. "Simone's been asking about you."
David groaned. "Oh, lord not again!"
"What exactly is wrong with Simone? She happens to be very pretty and very interested in you." He said frowning.
David grunted. "She's also a whinny brat that makes my skin crawl. What's your point?"
Peter sighed. "I know you miss, Rose. She was a very sweet girl but so is Simone. Give her a chance!"
David wanted to scream at him. "Don't you get it? I don't like her! I never have!"
"Damn it, David it's been four years since Rose died! When are you going to move on?" Peter shouted.
Coming closer David glared at him with dark eyes. "Don't you dare mock my marriage with Rose!" He said with venom in his voice.
Peter stepped back a little softening his tone. "I just want what's best for you. You can't stay a single father forever."
He shook his head. He was tired of listening. No one could replace Rose and nobody was going to run his life besides he had Clara and at least she understood.
David looked at him calmly but his tone was icy. "Fuck you." He said getting into his car.
"Language!" Peter scolded. "Oh, shut it! What am I five?" David replied.
"I'm only trying to help." He insisted.
David wasn't listening nor did he care. He started the engine and simply drove away.