Disclaimer : I don't own a thing except Connie's parents and Rach, but
anyone can use Connie's parents as I want nothing to do with them cause
they are awful people lol.
A/N – I have cut the bit about evening out, because all it basically would consist of, would be Connie getting drunk with all the others, having a good time then going home etc.
JOC – Tut, tut, tut, should you be doing your computer class work rather than read my story lol, not that I'm complaining or anything lol. I know isn't Rachel just so sweet, though I have made a conscious decision in life, since I don't mesh well with children, in fact I hate them, not that id' hurt them or something, I'm just not a kid person, so my decision is instead of having children of my own, I'm going to have puppies and foals lol. Right for my song it's just gonna be the chorus unfortunately cause I'm not feeling exactly fantastic so sorry it's not a full song – IF I COULD TURN BACK TIME, IF I COULD FIND A WAY, I'D TAKE BACK ALL THOSE WORDS THAT HAVE HURT YOU, AND YOU'D STAY, IF A COULD REACH THE STARS, I'D GIVE THEM ALL TO YOU, THEN YOU'D LOVE ME, LOVE ME, LIKE YOU USED TO, IF I COULD TURN BACK TIME – Cher, If I could turn back time. Thanks for your review and support. CHEERS MI DEARS!!!!
BANKSIES-BABY99 – Thanks for your support and review. CHEERS MI DEARS!!!!
BEANER - Hey. No I wouldn't really call my kids Barbie and Ken, God if I having a mother like me didn't sent them to the nut house *no offence meant*, then teasing from the other kids would lol. Oh yeah, the name thing could have been real interesting, but the silly cow still hasn't told has she, I've actually fallen out with Connie you know, she just won't take my good advice to heart, well we'll see who has the last laugh shall we lol. Why should Connie care about Mrs Hartley, Connie's in one of those happy go lucky moods, she cares about no-one but herself, and I'm telling ya, she'll be lucky if she make the end of this story alive, the way she's been back chatting me lol, I don't know about moral support for Connie, I'm certainly in a great need of some for trying to get her to tell Guy, but you've already done that, oh silly me. Arrr aren't you so sweet for killing Lorraine off for me, but trust me there might not be any need, cause if I have to work with her again on Sunday, she might not get see Monday lol. Oh wait I'm getting a little carried away with myself, where are my bloody pills, aha found them *pops a couple of pills*, I'm back just as good as new. So thanks for your review and support. CHEERS MI DEARS!!!!
HEATHER – Oh don't worry about that, I do that all the time and my dad runs in nearly having a heart attack, just to find me bouncing around in the chair. He's stopped doing that now, but as I keep saying to him, what would he do if I was screaming out of pain or something, but he never replies lol. I know Guy isn't dense is he, but you know what I think, I think he's purposely ignoring all the tell tale signs, cause he doesn't want to believe she's his. Anyways thanks for your review and support. CHEERS MI DEARS!!!!
Chapter 5
CONNIE'S P.O.V
After arriving back at Charlie's at what was probably the very early hours of the morning, I vaguely remember collapsing in bed and falling straight to sleep in the clothes I had been out in, I woke again at about 5am realizing this, and slowly changed into my pj's, checking on the sleeping Rachel. I climbed beneath the bed clothes, where I fell back to sleep straight away. The next time I woke, was upon hearing Rachel crying, though it wasn't usually the loud shrill crying it normally was, it was muffled slightly. My head darted up from the pillow, erupting a pounding heading, only to find she wasn't there. Panic struck then, I dove out of bed and dashed toward the subdued crying, I sped into the living room to find her sat on Charlie's knee, with Guy, Adam and Julie sat around with him, relief hit me straight away.
"Morning wild child". Charlie laughed at my antics of last night.
"Very funny". I slumped into the chair, watching him with Rach. "What is it with everyone getting up at the crack of dawn"? I questioned, realizing that 3 of my friends were already there.
"Er, Cons, it's turned 2.30". Guy told me looking at his watch.
"It can't b"... I replied looking at my own watch, realizing that he was telling the truth. "I don't believe I've slept that long".
"Believe it, you even slept through Rach crying for breakfast". Charlie informed me, handing my daughter to me then getting up.
"Oh God, I'm sorry. You should have woken me". I said guiltily.
"Con, an earthquake couldn't have woken you, anyways you looked like you needed it". Charlie handed me a mug of coffee and some water and aspirins.
"Gee, thanks". I replied, handing him Rachel whilst I gulped down the water and aspirins.
"Your very welcome". He laughed.
We chatted for a little while, until the others turned up, but they didn't stay long as they were headed to the rink to get a bit of practise in before the nights game. I sat around with Julie, whilst she nursed Rachel in her arms. My headache had long since gone, but butterflies had taken it's place. I looked at Julie who was cooing over the small sleeping figure in her arms. She glanced up just in time to see me looking at her.
"What"? She asked quizzically.
"Nothing, I was just thinking". I replied.
"About what"?
"Just how you're going to make a brilliant mom". I smiled at her.
"You think so"?
"I know so". I told her. "So have you and Adam set a date for the wedding"? I asked, she had told me months ago that Adam had proposed and I had clean forgotten about it.
"I don't know, we haven't really talked about it yet".
An hour later, I went and got ready for the meal I was dreading. Whilst I was in the shower, Julie got Rachel dressed, choosing a pair of little dungaree's that she looked very cute in. When we were all ready, Julie had to almost drag me out of the apartment, reminding me, exactly who I was doing this for. It took longer than usual to arrive at my old home, probably due to the fact, I lagged as far behind as possible, Julie's patience was an amazing sight, she slowly encouraged me without making it seemed forced.
"The sooner you get this over with, the sooner you can leave". She encouraged, tugging at my hand, of which she was having to hold as well as steer Rachel's pram.
"But"... I whined.
"No but's. Just think within an hour, Rach will have Grandparents that care about her, you'll have your parents back". She said but I didn't have much faith in her words.
We finally arrived, much to my disappointment. My heart felt like it was in my throat, I felt hot and clammy, God only knows why, as it had only been two days since I had entered this building and faced much more extreme dislike from my mom. Julie nudged me forward a little signalling me to knock, as she picked Rachel out of her pram and parked the pram on the front porch. The door swung open revealing my mom, with a rather surprised look on her face.
"What do you want now"? She hissed.
"Dad invited me to dinner, so here I am". I told her, standing my ground.
"He has done nothing of the sort". She tried closing the door in my face.
"Do you really think I'd be here if he didn't. I don't want to be here anymore than you want me to, but dad asked me to bring Rachel, so here I am". I put my foot in the way of the closing door, which kind of hurt by the force my mom had put into it.
"Well your father isn't here, he's working late, so I'm afraid dinner is cancelled". She said lightly as she shoved the door harder into my foot.
"Well, I'll just wait out here for him then, shall I"? I said just as lightly, with an air of domination.
"I'll call the police". She warned.
"And say what, your daughter is sat on your front porch waiting for her father. Ohh I can hear the sirens now". I made light of the situation, the faint feeling that I had control over it made everything all worth while.
"Evening Mrs Bixby". My mother called over my shoulder at one of the neighbours. "You'd better come in, before all the neighbours see you". She literally dragged me and Julie into the parlour. "Go sit in the lounge until your father gets here". She told us before dashing off to answer the now ringing telephone.
"Con's you were great". Julie hissed in my ear as she followed me to the lounge, though I didn't pay much attention as I could hear my mom almost scream.
"WHAT"! The first word I heard, that brought all my attention to the conversation. "No, No she hasn't, she was just pulling your leg, no my Connie is far too busy studying to have a child, it was probably one of her older friends children, you know she loves children my Connie, but no she hasn't had one". I didn't bother listening to the rest, I knew it was one of my mom's friends that had heard the rumour from Mrs Hartley.
Within seconds my mom stormed into the lounge, her face hot with anger and humiliation, her breathing was erratic and her eyes squinted with hate.
"That was Mrs Skelton on the phone, she's just been told by Mrs Hartley that she saw you with a baby and you claimed it to be yours. What were you thinking, showing that little bastard around"? She snarled.
"I didn't show her around, if I remember correctly Mrs Hartley approached me, she asked I told, simple as that". I replied coolly but wanting to smack her for calling my baby a bastard.
"I want you out of this house NOW". She barked orders to me and Julie, startling Rachel and making her cry.
"First I want some of my things". I got up, motioning for Julie to follow then headed up to my bedroom. Once in my bedroom, I began limping in pain from when my mom had closed the door on my foot. I quickly explained to Julie that I wasn't going to let my mom know she had caused the pain in my foot.
I packed my old suitcase full of clothes, cd's, hockey posters, infact I squeezed in as much of my stuff as possible, leaving my room almost bare, satisfied I had gotten everything I wanted for now, I began walking normally trying my hardest not show any pain as I did so and headed downstairs where my mom was pacing the floor. Just as we reached the door, it swung open revealing my dad, he looked visibly happy to see me.
"Connie you came". He smiled.
"Yeah, and now I'm going". I replied. "I'm obviously still not welcome here". I gave him a quick hug before leading the way out. "Maybe call me sometime and we can arrange for you to meet you Grand daughter properly". I told him. "I'll be going back to Arizona in a few days". I turned around and began walking down the path that led to the street. On turning I saw the most perfect opportunity ever. One of my mothers closest friends was taking her children to the park. Bingo, my perfect opportunity to get my own back at my mom.
"Oh Connie, I didn't realise you were visiting, my you really have grown into quite a prestigious young lady haven't you".
"Thank you Mrs Hobson. This is my friend Julie Gaffney". I introduced her to Julie. "And this is MY daughter, Rachel". I smirked as I turned to see my mother boil over with anger, before slamming the door closed.
"Oh Connie, whatever possessed you to have a child of your own at such a young age". She said in utter shock.
"Well she wasn't planned, but I wouldn't be without her now". I told her.
I quickly finished passing pleasantries with Mrs Hobson, and began heading home with Julie by my side, who was almost doubling over from trying not to laugh, our laughter erupted even more, once I thought it was a safe distance to begin limping, which probably wasn't very funny. As we walked through the park, the pain in my foot, became worse I popped the suitcase on the medium sized rack underneath Rachel and leaned on Julie a little, though we still were in fits of laughter.
"I'll call the police". Julie said rather poshly imitating my mom.
"Oh no, not THAT". I replied acting like a damsel in distress.
By the time we barged through Charlie's door, the ducks, already home after the game, all rushed to see what the commotion was, Julie had propped my now hysterical state up against the wall as she tried to push the pram through the door and through the now 11 other bodies.
"Has she been drinking"? Charlie asked as he began dragging me in.
"Ow, ow, ow". I said with each step, though still giggling, but now not as loudly.
"What's wrong"? Guy asked, taking my other arm to help me take the weight off my ailing foot.
"That would be the cause of my mothers temper". I giggled. "I'LL CALL THE POLICE". I shouted at the top of my lungs in a very aristocratic tone, causing Julie to immediately cackle with laughter.
"She threatened to call the police"? Portman asked in bewilderment.
"Well yeah, wouldn't any mother if their daughter was stood on their porch with their grand daughter". I laughed at the idea of all mom's being like her.
"Oh Connie, Connie, Connie, whatever possessed you to have a child of your own at such a young age"? Julie imitated Mrs Hobson.
Both me and Julie filled them in on the evening events, causing a little laughter. Then Ken managed to persuade me to take my shoe off so he could look at it, with him studying for a medicine degree. I told him to warm his hands first, as my feet were my most ticklish possession. He looked at it from a few different angles, twisting it from side to side, then making me wiggle my toes and so on.
"Ouch, Ken, to say your studying for a medicine degree, your not very careful, I laughed.
"It looks to be nothing but bruising, it is swelled a little, so try and keep it elevated". He ordered me.
"Doctor Wu to the rescue". Fulton joked.
Later that same evening, Charlie cornered me in the kitchen and looked at me meaningfully. I tried ignore the looks he had been tossing me all evening, but there was no escaping him now.
"When are you going to tell him"? He hissed as we made drinks for everyone.
"Tell who, what"? I acted dumb, but it didn't wash with him.
"You know exactly what I mean".
"Look, I can't deal with that at the moment. I've got enough with being disowned by my mom never mind by my ex boyfriend who I'm lucky to be still friends with".
"He deserves to know".
"I know he does Charlie, but I can't cope with telling him just yet. I will, but just not yet". I told him, and he immediately dropped the conversation, though I knew he'd pursue it further later.
So what do you think? PLEASE R&R!!!!!
A/N – I have cut the bit about evening out, because all it basically would consist of, would be Connie getting drunk with all the others, having a good time then going home etc.
JOC – Tut, tut, tut, should you be doing your computer class work rather than read my story lol, not that I'm complaining or anything lol. I know isn't Rachel just so sweet, though I have made a conscious decision in life, since I don't mesh well with children, in fact I hate them, not that id' hurt them or something, I'm just not a kid person, so my decision is instead of having children of my own, I'm going to have puppies and foals lol. Right for my song it's just gonna be the chorus unfortunately cause I'm not feeling exactly fantastic so sorry it's not a full song – IF I COULD TURN BACK TIME, IF I COULD FIND A WAY, I'D TAKE BACK ALL THOSE WORDS THAT HAVE HURT YOU, AND YOU'D STAY, IF A COULD REACH THE STARS, I'D GIVE THEM ALL TO YOU, THEN YOU'D LOVE ME, LOVE ME, LIKE YOU USED TO, IF I COULD TURN BACK TIME – Cher, If I could turn back time. Thanks for your review and support. CHEERS MI DEARS!!!!
BANKSIES-BABY99 – Thanks for your support and review. CHEERS MI DEARS!!!!
BEANER - Hey. No I wouldn't really call my kids Barbie and Ken, God if I having a mother like me didn't sent them to the nut house *no offence meant*, then teasing from the other kids would lol. Oh yeah, the name thing could have been real interesting, but the silly cow still hasn't told has she, I've actually fallen out with Connie you know, she just won't take my good advice to heart, well we'll see who has the last laugh shall we lol. Why should Connie care about Mrs Hartley, Connie's in one of those happy go lucky moods, she cares about no-one but herself, and I'm telling ya, she'll be lucky if she make the end of this story alive, the way she's been back chatting me lol, I don't know about moral support for Connie, I'm certainly in a great need of some for trying to get her to tell Guy, but you've already done that, oh silly me. Arrr aren't you so sweet for killing Lorraine off for me, but trust me there might not be any need, cause if I have to work with her again on Sunday, she might not get see Monday lol. Oh wait I'm getting a little carried away with myself, where are my bloody pills, aha found them *pops a couple of pills*, I'm back just as good as new. So thanks for your review and support. CHEERS MI DEARS!!!!
HEATHER – Oh don't worry about that, I do that all the time and my dad runs in nearly having a heart attack, just to find me bouncing around in the chair. He's stopped doing that now, but as I keep saying to him, what would he do if I was screaming out of pain or something, but he never replies lol. I know Guy isn't dense is he, but you know what I think, I think he's purposely ignoring all the tell tale signs, cause he doesn't want to believe she's his. Anyways thanks for your review and support. CHEERS MI DEARS!!!!
Chapter 5
CONNIE'S P.O.V
After arriving back at Charlie's at what was probably the very early hours of the morning, I vaguely remember collapsing in bed and falling straight to sleep in the clothes I had been out in, I woke again at about 5am realizing this, and slowly changed into my pj's, checking on the sleeping Rachel. I climbed beneath the bed clothes, where I fell back to sleep straight away. The next time I woke, was upon hearing Rachel crying, though it wasn't usually the loud shrill crying it normally was, it was muffled slightly. My head darted up from the pillow, erupting a pounding heading, only to find she wasn't there. Panic struck then, I dove out of bed and dashed toward the subdued crying, I sped into the living room to find her sat on Charlie's knee, with Guy, Adam and Julie sat around with him, relief hit me straight away.
"Morning wild child". Charlie laughed at my antics of last night.
"Very funny". I slumped into the chair, watching him with Rach. "What is it with everyone getting up at the crack of dawn"? I questioned, realizing that 3 of my friends were already there.
"Er, Cons, it's turned 2.30". Guy told me looking at his watch.
"It can't b"... I replied looking at my own watch, realizing that he was telling the truth. "I don't believe I've slept that long".
"Believe it, you even slept through Rach crying for breakfast". Charlie informed me, handing my daughter to me then getting up.
"Oh God, I'm sorry. You should have woken me". I said guiltily.
"Con, an earthquake couldn't have woken you, anyways you looked like you needed it". Charlie handed me a mug of coffee and some water and aspirins.
"Gee, thanks". I replied, handing him Rachel whilst I gulped down the water and aspirins.
"Your very welcome". He laughed.
We chatted for a little while, until the others turned up, but they didn't stay long as they were headed to the rink to get a bit of practise in before the nights game. I sat around with Julie, whilst she nursed Rachel in her arms. My headache had long since gone, but butterflies had taken it's place. I looked at Julie who was cooing over the small sleeping figure in her arms. She glanced up just in time to see me looking at her.
"What"? She asked quizzically.
"Nothing, I was just thinking". I replied.
"About what"?
"Just how you're going to make a brilliant mom". I smiled at her.
"You think so"?
"I know so". I told her. "So have you and Adam set a date for the wedding"? I asked, she had told me months ago that Adam had proposed and I had clean forgotten about it.
"I don't know, we haven't really talked about it yet".
An hour later, I went and got ready for the meal I was dreading. Whilst I was in the shower, Julie got Rachel dressed, choosing a pair of little dungaree's that she looked very cute in. When we were all ready, Julie had to almost drag me out of the apartment, reminding me, exactly who I was doing this for. It took longer than usual to arrive at my old home, probably due to the fact, I lagged as far behind as possible, Julie's patience was an amazing sight, she slowly encouraged me without making it seemed forced.
"The sooner you get this over with, the sooner you can leave". She encouraged, tugging at my hand, of which she was having to hold as well as steer Rachel's pram.
"But"... I whined.
"No but's. Just think within an hour, Rach will have Grandparents that care about her, you'll have your parents back". She said but I didn't have much faith in her words.
We finally arrived, much to my disappointment. My heart felt like it was in my throat, I felt hot and clammy, God only knows why, as it had only been two days since I had entered this building and faced much more extreme dislike from my mom. Julie nudged me forward a little signalling me to knock, as she picked Rachel out of her pram and parked the pram on the front porch. The door swung open revealing my mom, with a rather surprised look on her face.
"What do you want now"? She hissed.
"Dad invited me to dinner, so here I am". I told her, standing my ground.
"He has done nothing of the sort". She tried closing the door in my face.
"Do you really think I'd be here if he didn't. I don't want to be here anymore than you want me to, but dad asked me to bring Rachel, so here I am". I put my foot in the way of the closing door, which kind of hurt by the force my mom had put into it.
"Well your father isn't here, he's working late, so I'm afraid dinner is cancelled". She said lightly as she shoved the door harder into my foot.
"Well, I'll just wait out here for him then, shall I"? I said just as lightly, with an air of domination.
"I'll call the police". She warned.
"And say what, your daughter is sat on your front porch waiting for her father. Ohh I can hear the sirens now". I made light of the situation, the faint feeling that I had control over it made everything all worth while.
"Evening Mrs Bixby". My mother called over my shoulder at one of the neighbours. "You'd better come in, before all the neighbours see you". She literally dragged me and Julie into the parlour. "Go sit in the lounge until your father gets here". She told us before dashing off to answer the now ringing telephone.
"Con's you were great". Julie hissed in my ear as she followed me to the lounge, though I didn't pay much attention as I could hear my mom almost scream.
"WHAT"! The first word I heard, that brought all my attention to the conversation. "No, No she hasn't, she was just pulling your leg, no my Connie is far too busy studying to have a child, it was probably one of her older friends children, you know she loves children my Connie, but no she hasn't had one". I didn't bother listening to the rest, I knew it was one of my mom's friends that had heard the rumour from Mrs Hartley.
Within seconds my mom stormed into the lounge, her face hot with anger and humiliation, her breathing was erratic and her eyes squinted with hate.
"That was Mrs Skelton on the phone, she's just been told by Mrs Hartley that she saw you with a baby and you claimed it to be yours. What were you thinking, showing that little bastard around"? She snarled.
"I didn't show her around, if I remember correctly Mrs Hartley approached me, she asked I told, simple as that". I replied coolly but wanting to smack her for calling my baby a bastard.
"I want you out of this house NOW". She barked orders to me and Julie, startling Rachel and making her cry.
"First I want some of my things". I got up, motioning for Julie to follow then headed up to my bedroom. Once in my bedroom, I began limping in pain from when my mom had closed the door on my foot. I quickly explained to Julie that I wasn't going to let my mom know she had caused the pain in my foot.
I packed my old suitcase full of clothes, cd's, hockey posters, infact I squeezed in as much of my stuff as possible, leaving my room almost bare, satisfied I had gotten everything I wanted for now, I began walking normally trying my hardest not show any pain as I did so and headed downstairs where my mom was pacing the floor. Just as we reached the door, it swung open revealing my dad, he looked visibly happy to see me.
"Connie you came". He smiled.
"Yeah, and now I'm going". I replied. "I'm obviously still not welcome here". I gave him a quick hug before leading the way out. "Maybe call me sometime and we can arrange for you to meet you Grand daughter properly". I told him. "I'll be going back to Arizona in a few days". I turned around and began walking down the path that led to the street. On turning I saw the most perfect opportunity ever. One of my mothers closest friends was taking her children to the park. Bingo, my perfect opportunity to get my own back at my mom.
"Oh Connie, I didn't realise you were visiting, my you really have grown into quite a prestigious young lady haven't you".
"Thank you Mrs Hobson. This is my friend Julie Gaffney". I introduced her to Julie. "And this is MY daughter, Rachel". I smirked as I turned to see my mother boil over with anger, before slamming the door closed.
"Oh Connie, whatever possessed you to have a child of your own at such a young age". She said in utter shock.
"Well she wasn't planned, but I wouldn't be without her now". I told her.
I quickly finished passing pleasantries with Mrs Hobson, and began heading home with Julie by my side, who was almost doubling over from trying not to laugh, our laughter erupted even more, once I thought it was a safe distance to begin limping, which probably wasn't very funny. As we walked through the park, the pain in my foot, became worse I popped the suitcase on the medium sized rack underneath Rachel and leaned on Julie a little, though we still were in fits of laughter.
"I'll call the police". Julie said rather poshly imitating my mom.
"Oh no, not THAT". I replied acting like a damsel in distress.
By the time we barged through Charlie's door, the ducks, already home after the game, all rushed to see what the commotion was, Julie had propped my now hysterical state up against the wall as she tried to push the pram through the door and through the now 11 other bodies.
"Has she been drinking"? Charlie asked as he began dragging me in.
"Ow, ow, ow". I said with each step, though still giggling, but now not as loudly.
"What's wrong"? Guy asked, taking my other arm to help me take the weight off my ailing foot.
"That would be the cause of my mothers temper". I giggled. "I'LL CALL THE POLICE". I shouted at the top of my lungs in a very aristocratic tone, causing Julie to immediately cackle with laughter.
"She threatened to call the police"? Portman asked in bewilderment.
"Well yeah, wouldn't any mother if their daughter was stood on their porch with their grand daughter". I laughed at the idea of all mom's being like her.
"Oh Connie, Connie, Connie, whatever possessed you to have a child of your own at such a young age"? Julie imitated Mrs Hobson.
Both me and Julie filled them in on the evening events, causing a little laughter. Then Ken managed to persuade me to take my shoe off so he could look at it, with him studying for a medicine degree. I told him to warm his hands first, as my feet were my most ticklish possession. He looked at it from a few different angles, twisting it from side to side, then making me wiggle my toes and so on.
"Ouch, Ken, to say your studying for a medicine degree, your not very careful, I laughed.
"It looks to be nothing but bruising, it is swelled a little, so try and keep it elevated". He ordered me.
"Doctor Wu to the rescue". Fulton joked.
Later that same evening, Charlie cornered me in the kitchen and looked at me meaningfully. I tried ignore the looks he had been tossing me all evening, but there was no escaping him now.
"When are you going to tell him"? He hissed as we made drinks for everyone.
"Tell who, what"? I acted dumb, but it didn't wash with him.
"You know exactly what I mean".
"Look, I can't deal with that at the moment. I've got enough with being disowned by my mom never mind by my ex boyfriend who I'm lucky to be still friends with".
"He deserves to know".
"I know he does Charlie, but I can't cope with telling him just yet. I will, but just not yet". I told him, and he immediately dropped the conversation, though I knew he'd pursue it further later.
So what do you think? PLEASE R&R!!!!!
