So I've kind of had to butcher the chapters a little bit but I'm sure it will make sense eventually..AKA, there's more drama! HAHA
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JOHN'S POV
We'd been in the hospital all day, on top of being awake an extra twelve hours on Atlantis and we were both exhausted. We said our goodbyes to Craig before heading out. We got out to the car and drove down the road until we came to a 'posh' bed and breakfast. Fortunately, we'd been handed a credit card by the air force for use, despite us still having access to our back accounts- it was safer that way, we had to minimise our known presence.
After asking for a double room we got an overly polite smile and a room key with verbal directions. We went back out to the car and collected our things before going up to the room. It was pleasant enough if not on the dull side but it didn't really matter, it was only a place to sleep for us.
We'd had a long day but neither of us had eaten so we made our way down to the dining room where there were half a dozen other people dotted around. The room was almost a conservatory with all of the windows giving view of the garden. We sat down at a small table in the corner of the room.
I rolled my shoulders and Carson winced when my bones cracked. "I'm sorry, you've been awake for far too long, it can't be healthy." I shook my head, sipping on the tea we'd been given – something I'd never really consumed before. "You've been up too, and don't worry about us, we're doing fine." He leant tiredly against the wall taking my hand resting on the table.
A little while later food was served and we ate quietly, ignoring the curious glances from the other guests. "They're not hostile, John, we're not in America and they're not my father." He reassured me and I nodded, even though I was still a little wary.
As soon as we had finished dinner we slipped out and made our way to the bedroom, not in the mood to socialise with the other guests. We quickly got changed into sweatpants and got straight into bed. Carson curled up into my shoulder, the only way I could properly hold him this far into the pregnancy.
I could feel his soft and warm breath on my shoulder but he wasn't asleep, I could tell something was troubling him. "You want to talk?" I asked in nothing more than a whisper but I felt him sigh. "After our ten days we go back to Atlantis – what about Craig?" He asked simply but I didn't have an answer.
"He's safe now; I'm sure he'll just go back to work. Even if he doesn't I'm sure he'll find something else. We'll come and visit more often, we won't leave it for emergencies." Carson nodded and tucked himself further into me before we both fell into a dreamless slumber.
CARSON'S POV
I woke up feeling refreshed after a good night's sleep. The warm arms around me just completed perfection. John peeked an eye open at me smiled, "Good morning." He said groggily, his voice still not quite working. "Morning," I leaned up and kissed him before grimacing. I slid out of bed and rummaged through my bag until I came across our tooth brushes. I dragged John out of bed to join me.
Despite his hair usually being a mess, it was even worse when he just got out of bed, sticking up at every angle. He stood behind me at the sink, tracing patterns on my back as we washed. I relaxed a little into his embrace. "What time is it?" John looked at the watch on his wrist that he'd set to the proper time. "Little after eight but I don't think we're in a rush. We should get breakfast before we head out; your little girl is hungry."
I chuckled at him, rinsing out my mouth, "Are you sure it's my little girl or do you think it might just be you?" John shrugged playfully, "If I said both would it make you come down to get breakfast sooner?" I gave another chuckle. "Go on, I'll catch you up." John got dressed in his black skinny jeans and overly large woolly jumper before scurrying out of the room.
I took a little while longer, dressing also in skinny jeans but mine were grey with a white button down and grey blazer. I made my way down stairs, admiring the pictures hung there on the way. The same guests as last night were in the dining room and I noticed John was in conversation with an old couple. I walked over to him and put a hand on his shoulder gently just letting him know I was there. He carried on talking but place a hand over mine as the owner of the house handed me a hot cup of coffee.
"I've actually flown a harrier, a beautiful bird." John gushed and the man smiled, he must have been in his early seventies along with his wife and they both had light grey hair but both were also full of life. "It was the first model aircraft I bought my grandson, and he has dozens of them now." John grinned, "I had them as a kid too – used to hang them from my ceiling on a piece of string, used to stare at them for hours." The older man smiled softly.
"Have you ever flown in a fast jet before, sir?" John asked but the man shook his head, "No, but I've always wanted to." John grinned, planning something internally.
Eventually I pulled up a chair and sat next to John, enjoying listening to their conversation. Despite being engrossed, John still managed to conjure up some hot porridge for me, giving me a cheerful look.
"Can I ask how long the two of you have been together?" John asked, admiring the couple, the woman smiled, "Fifty-three years and I've loved every minute of it." John took my free hand in his, "That's amazing." He grinned. "And what do you do, son?" The man asked me.
"I'm a doctor, sir." The man smiled at me, "Two highly skilled people, you must be the envy of a great many people." I chuckled slightly, "I think they envy John more than me." I blushed and John rolled his eyes. "Anyone can learn to fly a plane, Carson, it takes a lot of heart to do what you do."
After we finished our breakfast we excused ourselves from the old couple's table and headed out to the car where we collected our wallets and phones from our personal effects before driving off. The rain had returned to being heavy to the point where it was difficult to see more than ten metres away but John was always vigilant.
And here we go...