Chapter 11
Hi everyone! I'll be staying with my Grandma which may mean that there is time in the evenings to write a bit but I'll be out during the day most of the time, hence why this chapter is late.
There is a mention of Alex in this chapter so I hope you all enjoy.
Grace had slept in, as had Connie, as they had not planned on doing anything because they still had a few days until Grace would be returning to New York and they both agreed to have a relaxing day at home, probably watching another Disney film.
As Connie slept she heard her phone go off. She hadn't set an alarm that day so she knew that it must be a phone call. The brunette considered not answering in case it was work asking her to come in but she picked up the phone anyway.
"Hello." She said, sleepily.
"Hello, is that Connie Beauchamp?" A voice that Connie didn't recognise came from the other end of the phone
"Yes, speaking." Connie replied, trying to remember if she knew that voice from anywhere.
"Mr Alex Anghelescu is ready to be discharged today but he will need someone to take care of him or he will have to stay here." The voice, that Connie presumed belonged to a receptionist from ITU, spoke.
"How did you get this number?" Connie replied, trying not to raise her voice.
"Alex said" Started the receptionist, before being interrupted by Connie.
"I want nothing to do with that man, we are not even friends. Do not call me again as I have no place for that sorry excuse for a man in my life!" Connie shouted, angry at the fact that Alex thought she would take care of him after what he had done to Louis.
The brunette hung up and placed her hands on her bump before she heard a small knock on her bedroom door, so quiet that Connie thought she had imagined it.
Grace entered cautiously, as if she was afraid.
"I'm sorry for shouting, Grace." Connie realised the mistake she had made and felt guilty that she had upset her daughter.
"Who were you shouting at?" Grace asked curiously, getting up onto the bed with her mother.
"It doesn't matter." Connie replied simply, not wanting to tell Grace about that baby's father.
"Okay." Grace replied, not wanting to push her mother further if someone had already upset her that morning.
Connie put an arm round Grace as the other one stayed resting on her small bump. The house was comfortably quiet and peaceful, which made Connie reluctant to get out of bed.
"Mummy, when will the baby start to move?" Grace asked, putting one of her hands on her mum's belly.
"Hopefully whilst you're here. It should start to kick within the next month or so." Connie replied, knowing that Grace would be so excited if the baby kicked and she got to feel it.
"It would be so cool if I could get to feel the baby kicking." Grace replied, her eyes widening with excitement.
"Yes, it would." Connie agreed; glad to see her daughter smiling.
The two females sat on the bed, both with a hand placed softly on Connie's slowly growing baby belly, and they stayed that was for a long while until a deep rumble came from Grace's belly.
"You must be hungry. Do you want me to make some breakfast?" Connie asked, sitting up and swinging her legs off her side of the bed.
"Yes please, can you make me some pancakes?" Grace replied, her eyes sparkling with excitement.
"Of course I can." Connie replied as she went downstairs to make some pancakes for Grace and herself.
It was the end of the day and Grace was sat upstairs playing on her phone as Connie cleaned the kitchen after her and Grace made a homemade creamy mushroom pasta sauce for dinner that night.
Connie finished putting the dirty dishes into the dishwasher and wiped the surfaces clean with a damp cloth before going through into the living room to sit down and relax, although she hadn't had a particularly busy day.
Connie's bump was not yet very obvious but it was beginning to show a lot more and she knew that she'd have to announce it to the staff at the ED when she returned the following week. The announcement was not something that Connie was looking forward to, but she knew that there would be gossip if she didn't tell people, although she would not be telling them who the father of the baby was as he would not be involved in the pregnancy or care of the child. The thing that Connie was looking forward to the least was the judgement and questions that people would ask but she knew that she would just have to ignore them all as she carried on with her work as usual, despite social services, until she went on maternity leave.
Grace had returned downstairs an hour after Connie had fallen asleep on the sofa with the radio playing quietly next to her. Trying to make as little sound as possible, to avoid waking her mother, Grace went upstairs and got Connie's double duvet to bring downstairs. If Grace fell asleep on the sofa she'd usually be carried into bed but she knew that she'd never be able to carry her own mother so she decided that the duvet would have to do.
Sorry it's short and late but I ended up writing the last few bits in a rush to finish. The main plot of this chapter was Alex, rather than Grace and Connie, as it was really just a filer chapter where the Beauchamp's day was spent relaxing in the living room.