Warning: mentions epilepsy and seizures.

'Mumma' a voice calls, walking to the woman, 'I don't feel well.'

'Hmm, baby?'

'Feel funny.' Carla smiles weakly, looking up from her laptop at her child, who had been playing on the floor with her stuffed toys. She'd wanted to play in her room, but Carla felt more comfortable playing with them near her, whilst she worked from home. She looked a bit pale, but Carla had needed to finish this report. She had to earn a livelihood to provide for the child.

'Do you feel sick?' The child just shrugs, staring blankly at her mum. 'You don't look well.' Carla wonders where this came from, she had been fine at school, it had been when she got home from dance that she looked tired and pale.

Had she pushed her too hard?

'I feel-' In that moment Carla is certain her heart stops, as her little girl falls on the floor with an almighty crash.

'Shit, Athena, no don't do this' she pleads at her unconscious daughter, lying on the floor, shaking. 'No, no, no.' She acts quickly, her google searches kicking in. 'Right, recovery position. Dr ABC.' She manages to get her child in the right position before dialling an ambulance.

As they arrive, Thea is still seizing. She watches in slow motion of someone else looking after her child. Doing something she can't for her daughter.

'Right, we're going to take her to hospital.' They inform Carla, as her daughter is beginning to come out of her fit, she can't watch as something is injected into her daughter. 'Do you have anyone to call?' She's about to answer as a familiar face peer around the door.

'Carla?'

'Jenny?'

'What's happened?'

'Thea, she, well' Carla doesn't want to admit it, tell her step-mum that her precious baby is sick, but she knows. The pair know.

'Right, is she going to hospital?'

'Uh, yeah.'

'I'll call your dad and Peter.'

'Thank you.'

-CS-

'What happened?'

'I don't even know. I was working, she was playing' she can't help but feel awfully guilty that she was working. If she'd not been doing that, could she have prevented this? She knows Toyah thinks she's a terrible parent as it is, maybe she is?

Not that her opinion matters, but that's her daughter's other family.

The family that she will know now, not that she wants them too.

Her worries are put to one side as a doctor appears at the cubicle, 'uh, hi.'

'Hi Athena, hi mum and dad.'

'Hiya' Peter starts weakly, as he watches Carla force a smile to the doctor, as she cuddles Athena gently, promising it will be okay.

'We can see that Athena is undergoing tests for epilepsy' Carla nods, taking a deep breath. 'Well, we're going to start her on medication. I'm also going to chase up her consultant and see if you can get her a quicker appointment.'

'What?' Peter can see Carla freeze, almost watching the thoughts go through her mind. Is he even qualified to make those decisions? Once she's on medication, well, that's it.

'It's what her consultant has put in her notes. I'm going to give you an emergency prescription and try and get you to see your consultant quicker.'

'Of what?'

'Lamotrigine. You'll have to start by giving her 25mg which will be upped to twice a day. So, she will be taking that twice a day. We will see how that goes. I'm going to write the prescription out now. Then you are free to go home.'

'She doesn't need to stay here?' Peter frets, looking between the doctor and his sleeping daughter, surely, she should be kept in? At least for a night.

'No, start the medication tomorrow morning though.' He advises, 'and maybe see a GP if you're worried.'

-CS-

'Look, Toyah, I'm sorry' Peter tries, looking out the window, staring into the nights sky. 'My daughter is sick; she wants me to sleep on the sofa here.' A momentary pause allows Peter to pull a face at Carla, who hides her laughter. 'No, she's happy here, she's with her mum. You can't seriously object to me spending time with my daughter. No, no, I will be sleeping on the sofa, not Carla's bed.'

'There's no way he'll be in there. He's sleeping firmly on my sofa, thank you very much.' Carla shouts, earning another eye roll from her baby daddy. 'Trouble in paradise?'

'Toyah's just'

'Toyah'

'Exactly. It's Toyah being Toyah. Enough said.'

'Look, she probably won't even remember.'

'My daughter, who I never even expected to have a relationship with, wants me to stay the night. As long as you are okay with it, I'd have moved heaven and earth.' Carla can't ignore the pang of guilt she's feeling about that comment. Peter was a good dad now, deep down they both know he wouldn't have been a few years ago. 'The baby isn't even here.'

'How are you feeling about that?'

'Okay, it will be the first time I've done the baby stage. It will be strange.'

'You don't seem so happy.'

'I feel that there's something I'm not being told, I can't put my finger on it.'

'What makes you say that?'

'I've not been to one appointment or communicated with our surrogate. I can't help but feel somethings off, somethings wrong.'

'That is a bit odd, not even being able to go to the scan.' Carla agrees, although she's not entirely sure she should be commenting on this, talking about it with her ex-husband. This wasn't any of her business, she didn't want Toyah accusing her of meddling.

She can't help but feel a pain in her chest, Peter wants to go to his and Toyah's baby scans. He didn't care enough to go to Athena's scan, when he had the choice.

In all honesty, she wanted to go back to the way things were, when it was just her and Thea.

No kidney failure, no seizures, no potential epilepsy.

No family, no past.

No Peter.

No familiar feelings that she was to suppress.

Feelings she'd spent years trying to rid of them.

She had done such a good job.

Until now.

A/N It's me, hi, I'm the problem it's me.

Eighteen months later and I've finally come back with something. I recently went to Athens (would recommend) but I realised that I missed writing for Carla and Athena. It's not my best chapter but I'm hoping that this will motivate me to finish the story. Let me hear your thoughts/what you want to happen