Chapter 31

                                    

                                          
A few weeks later, and our house was a little bit more homely. Our en suite and the main bathroom were all finished, our living room and kitchen done, and the baby's room in progress. It normally would have taken a lot longer to get things decorated for a 'normal' couple, but as Aston was a celebrity, workers were jumping at the chance to work for us. Me and Aston had been for a second scan, and our baby was still perfectly healthy. I was just over 3 months pregnant now, so my bump was a bit more noticeable. Next week we were going to talk to Aston's management about announcing it to the nation. Most of the fans were lovely to me when they found out me and Aston were moving in together, so hopefully their reaction would be similar here.
                          
'Right, I'm off babe, but no more decorating okay?' Aston smiled as he leaned down to kiss me in bed.
                          
'Fine' I sighed. 'Have a good day at work!'
                          
'I will do. You have a good day doing nothing again!' He chuckled as he left our room. I was already on maternity leave, as my job was a physical one, and if I happened to harm or lose the baby at work, I could sue, and they didn't want that. So here I was. Alone. Like I had been all week. Yesterday I decided to paint the baby's room a bit more, but Aston had come home early and caught me. He wasn't very pleased that I was painting, but what else was I supposed to do all day? He was totally over reacting, even the boys had said so. But I guess it was sort of sweet..
                          
I was sat on the sofa watching the Jeremy Kyle show, with a big bag of minstrels and a mug of hot chocolate. This is what I had been doing all week, apart from when I had been 'misbehaving' by painting baby's room. After I'd finished watching the third episode that day, I turned off the TV. I was fed up with this. I was going to end up obese if I did this for the remaining 6 months! I knew how I could occupy myself; decorating.
                          
I went up to the baby's room looking for the paintbrushes and paint. They were gone.. Aston must have hidden them somewhere. I walked out into the hall, and spotted them on top of the cabinet at the top of the stairs. Nice try Aston..
                          
I grabbed the ladders from the baby's room that Aston had used to paint the ceiling, and opened them next to the cabinet. I climbed them slowly and carefully, so I didn't fall off. I'd always hated ladders. As I reached up to get the paintbrushes and paint, the ladder wobbled slightly. I tried to steady myself, but only made the wobbling worse. My foot slipped, and I tumbled backwards off the ladders, twisting my ankle as I landed. A rush of pain shot through my ankle. I screamed out in pain, but there was nobody around to hear me. I tried to get up, but it was useless. I was in too much pain. I searched through my pockets for my phone, finding it in the front pocket of my hoodie. I flicked through my phonebook before calling Aston.
                          
Me - M Aston - A
                          
A - Chloe? Is everything okay?
                          
M - No, it's my ankle.
                          
A - Babe, what's happened?!
                          
M - I tried to get the painting stuff off the cabinet using the ladder, but I fell off and hurt my ankle. I can't move!
                          
A - I'm on my way, don't worry
                          
M - Okay, please hurry.. It hurts
                          
A - I will.. Love you!
                          
He hung up, leaving me waiting. I placed my phone back into my pocket, and tried to shuffle myself into a comfier position. It was no use.. My ankle hurt too much to move even the slightest bit. I heard the front door slam and someone run up the stairs.
                          
'Babe, are you okay?' Aston asked as he got to the top of the stairs, bending down to my level.
                          
'No, my ankle fucking kills' I cried. It was a good job I didn't have mascara on, or my face would be messed up.
                          
'Which ankle is it?' Aston asked me.
                          
'My left one' I sobbed. Aston reached out for my left ankle, slowly pulling my sock off. I shrieked in pain as he pulled it off.
                          
'Sorry babe. Now, tell me if you can feel this' he said.
                          
'Feel what?' I asked. I suddenly felt pins and needles in my little toe. 'Ouch! I felt that'
                          
'Okay, so you can only feel your little toe.. I'm guessing you've broken your ankle'
                          
'OMG, what about the baby?!' I panicked.
                          
'I'm sure it'll be fine, now lets just concentrate on getting you to the hospital' Aston said calmly, although I could see his eyes were worried. He carried me to the car, before speeding off to the hospital.
                          
Once we got to the hospital, Aston carried me out the car inside.
                          
'Woah, here you go, put her in this' a male member of staff said as he passed us, pulling a wheelchair out of a corner near the entrance.
                          
'Thanks mate' Aston said, sitting me in the wheelchair. He wheeled me with him to the front desk.
                          
'Hey, can I help you?' I heard a woman say in a flirty way, giggling slightly. I couldn't see over the desk, so I couldn't see what she looked like.
                          
'Erm, yeah.. My girlfriend hurt her ankle' Aston replied, glancing down at me.
                          
'Oh' she said, peering over the desk at me. She had dark brown hair tied up in a long ponytail, and an orange face.
                          
'Is there a doctor she can see?' Aston asked.
                          
'Yeah, just wait in the waiting area' she said, as Aston began to wheel me over to some seats. We only had to wait five minutes for a doctor, which was quick considering how long it usually took to see a doctor in A&E.
                          
Aston wheeled me down the corridor to a small room, where we were greeted by a male doctor.
                          
'So what seems to be the problem?' he asked as he closed the door behind us.
                          
'I fell off some ladders and hurt my ankle' I explained. He looked at a sheet he had on a clipboard before looking back at me.
                          
'It says here your pregnant.. So what on earth were you doing on a ladder?' he asked, slightly confused.
                          
'She wanted to paint the room for our new baby, but I wouldn't let her in case she hurt herself. I hid the paint on top of a cabinet, and she tried to get it back' Aston explained.
                          
'Oh, I see' the doctor chuckled. 
                          
After examining my ankle, the doctor sent me off for an X-Ray and some tests to check my baby was okay. After waiting for the results to come back for ages, we were called back in to see the doctor again.
                          
'Well, I'm afraid your ankle is broken in two places' he told me, showing me the X-Rays. They made me cringe..
                          
'And what about our baby? I haven't lost it have I?!' I panicked again. Aston took hold of my hand and squeezed it tight; I could tell he was scared too.
                          
'No, your baby is fine. You were very lucky'
                          
'Oh, thank god!' I sighed with relief. Our baby was okay.
                          
'Your going to have to have a cast on your ankle though, and we're sending a wheelchair home with you, as we don't want to harm yourself or your baby using crutches' he smiled.
                          
'Okay' I sighed.
                          
'Now do you see why I wouldn't let you paint the baby's room?' Aston said, looking at me with an I-Told-You-So face, when we were on our way home from the hospital.
                          
'Well, if you hadn't have tried to hide the paint and paintbrushes in the first place, everything would be fine!'
                          
'It was for your own good babe!' he laughed.
                          
'Whatever' I muttered, attempting to scratch the skin under my new cast. I'd gone with a blue cast; not just to support my boy, but the other choices were bright pink or an ugly dark purple. As much as I loved pink, I didn't want a bright pink pot. The next six weeks while I had my cast on my ankle was going to be a struggle; Aston would have to take care of me, as if I was a baby. Great.