Hey guys! I didn't post yesterday as I was working whilst still getting over my bug. I feel tons better now so thankyou all for your support through it, aha. This is probably the longest chapter yet so I hope you enjoy it! Please review if you have time xxxx
Cains POV
I snapped. I couldn't help but just snap. All the anger, all the betrayal built up inside just came flooding out. Not once did I think there could of been an explanation. All I could think about was that the woman I love had lied to me, about something so huge. I thought we trusted each other, with everything. I dropped the empty glass dish onto floor and it smashed into hundreds of pieces. It had clearly startled Harriet as she came running in to find me by the bin, my head in my hands and the floor where the leaflet was, now covered in curry and glass shards. She lifted her hands to her mouth as she realised what I had found.
"Cain.. I.." she began but I shook my head, telling her to stop. Whatever she had to say, at this moment I wasn't interested.
"So we're you ever going to tell me? Or were you just going to keep on lying to me?" I shouted, scaring her a little as she stepped back. I looked away from her, tears attempting to fall from my eyes. She was scared of me. "Are... are you scared of me?" I ask, not really myself wanting to know the answer.
"No, of course not." She gulped, standing closer once again.
"You flinched just then, when I shouted." I hate the thought of her being scared of me.
"I just wasn't expecting it, I'm not scared of you Cain." She told me with what seemed like confidence but I wasn't convinced.
"So then, How far along are you?" I asked, changing the subject. She'd still avoided the matter all together.
"What?" She replied, confused to my question.
"How many weeks pregnant?" When I asked this time she looked away, almost to the ground. She seemed upset. "You've not lost it have you?" I questioned, it would have explained her mood.
"No, not exactly. I'm not pregnant." Her words now felt sadder than before, like each word she said was hurting her.
"So you've already got rid of it?" I looked her dead in the eye, trying to read her emotions.
"Get out." Her words were quiet, almost a whisper. I wondered if I'd imagined her saying it.
"Get. Out." She shouted this time, pushing me towards the back door.
"Harriet!" I tried to understand but none of it made any sense to me as she slammed the back door in my face. I could hear her crying on the other side of it. I felt awful. I was upset to, upset and confused. I had no idea what was going on but she seemed so effected by it.
Harriet's POV
My whole world had just came tumbling down. That was the last way I wanted him to find out. I should of hidden the leaflet, no, I should have just told him from the start and none of this would have happened. I needed a chance to explain to him but now I'd made him leave I couldn't even do that. I can't believe he would even think I'd do something like that behind his back. His words were just so hurtful. I knew he still cared though, when he thought I might have had a miscarriage he was full of concern. I need to find him and I need to tell him the truth. I was done keeping secrets. I opened the door, hoping to still find him sitting there but he was gone. My next thought was the pub, if I couldn't find him he'd most likely be in there. I walked in the pub and up to the bar. Chas was stood there serving a customer so I decided to wait.
"Hey babe, you okay?" Her concern was greatly received. I clearly looked like an emotional wreck and she cared enough to ask if I was okay. I just shook my head and tried my best to keep the tears at bay.
"Have you seen Cain?" I ask in hopes he might have been in the pub after I threw him out.
"No sorry, look do you need a shoulder to cry on? I don't mind listening" Chas was so welcoming to me, ever since she found out about me and Cain. I nodded, accepting her offer as she grabbed a bottle and brought me through to the back room.
"So what's Cain done now?" She asked whilst she poured us each a glass of wine.
"Nothing. It's me." I replied, taking a rather large gulp of wine.
"It can be that bad, come on. I'm a good listener." She rubbed my shoulder for support, I felt comfortable and like I needed to get the story off my chest. Like a test run before I told Cain.
"I thought I was pregnant." She shot me a shocked look as she put her wine back down. "I'm not though, the furthest thing from it in fact." I hung my head down, thinking again about the words the doctor had told me.
"You can't have kids?" Chas once again placed her hand on my shoulder, letting me know she was there.
"No. One in a million chance." I looked up at her again, taking another sip of wine.
"And you want one?" She asked, confused.
"No. I've never wanted kids. But now the options been taken away, I don't know. It's like a shock to the system." I wasn't really making much sense to myself, never mind Chas.
"And where does Cain come into this?" She asked, sensing he must fit into it some how.
"I didn't tell him. I lied about where I was going and then he found a leaflet about pregnancy in the bin. He flipped and accused me of having an abortion so I made him leave. I'm just scared I'm going to loose him Chas, I love him and I can't loose him." Chas sighed, as if all the pieces were now suddenly falling into place.
"If there's one thing Cain hates, it's lies. Especially when it's people he loves lying to him. You need to talk to him." With her words I finished off my wine and stood up. I needed to talk to him, now. Chas was right.
"Thank you for the chat. It means a lot." I say as I walk towards the back door of the pub.
"Don't mention it. I'm here anytime." She smiled before I disappeared out the door. I decided to try home first, he must have been there.
Cains POV
"Were you listening to any of that?" Chas asked me as she opened the door that lead to the stairs.
"Yeah. I feel like I've let her down Chas." I sighed as the words Harriet had just told her began to sink into my mind.
"You've both done things you regret. Look she's gone back to the house. You need to talk." Chas advised me, she was right. We did need to talk about it.
"Thanks for the advice sis." I said before heading come to find Harriet, but I needed to get something first.
I walked through the front door to find her sat on the sofa with her head in her hands. I lean over the back of the sofa and cuddle her from behind. Stroking her hair as she cried. I walk round to her other side of the sofa before sitting down and taking her hand into mine. She looked up at me, her eyes full of sadness.
"Please don't cry." I told her, lifting my hand to wipe a tear from her cheek.
"I don't even know why I'm crying." She laughed, whilst still crying.
"I know about everything." I admitted as I moved a piece of hair from her face to behind her ear.
"What? How? Did Chas tell you?" She asked, obviously confused to how I knew.
"I was in the stairway when you were talking to her. I heard everything and it's okay."
Harriet's POV
His words were like a comfort to me, making me relax that little bit more.
"So, you know?" I asked, not believing that the hard part had already been done.
"I'm so sorry for loosing it. I understand why you didn't trust me with it. And we don't need a baby to be happy." His words were a comfort but at the same time hurt. How could he still think I didn't trust him.
"It's not that I didn't trust you, I just didn't want to tell anyone until I was sure but then at the same time I wanted you there." I tell him, reassuring him that I trusted him more than anyone.
"Nothing really matters. You are enough for me Harriet, I just want you. And I would never leave you, ever. I love you." He tells me, prompting me to stop crying and smile.
"I was going to tell you when you got home but you beat me to it. And I love you too by the way." He smiled back at me, his eyes full of love.
"It's okay, it's forgotten now, we need to focus on the future. I'm sorry for what I said, I didn't mean it. I know you'd never do something like that." He was apologising again but he wasn't the one who needed to, not really.
"It's fine, you were angry and confused - rightly so may I add. Although we do need to get that kitchen cleaned up, there's glass everywhere." I smile, nodding towards the mess that is now our kitchen.
"I'm sorry about that." He said, reaching down behind the sofa to pull out a bunch of flowers. "I'll clean up the kitchen, it's my mess." I can't believe how lucky I am, even with the worst day possible he some how makes it better. I smile and take the flowers from him, putting them with the others in a vase on the dining room table.
"Thank you so much, they are gorgeous." I say, grateful for his efforts to make everything better.
"Just like you then" I cringed at the cheesy line that just came out of Cain Dingles mouth.
"Slightly cheesy." I say, walking back over to the sofa.
"Maybe, but it's true." He replied with a smile before heading off into the kitchen to clear up.
Cains POV
I knew we couldn't stay mad at each other for long. I do wish she'd told me from the offset but that doesn't matter anymore. We didn't need a baby anyways, we had each other and that was enough, more than enough even. I smiled to myself as a sweep up the broken glass as I thought of how happy she looked when I gave her the flowers. Moira was right, flowers always work.
Really hope you guys enjoyed the ending of this chapter, it's given me a great idea for a spin off FanFiction when I've finished this one but don't worry I think there's still a lot more to come for this one yet :) xxx