"Eyes on fire, eyes on fire, and they burn from all the tears"
The teardrops fell slowly onto the white tiled floor of her pristine bathroom. The more she thought about the possibility, the harder they flowed. Makeup streamed down her face as each drop turned into a rushing waterfall. She sat against the hard wall, clenching her eyes shut, blocking out her view of that little white stick. The one thing that she thought she had right in her life, and this could ruin it all. Everything that the ice queen had done was to protect her from this moment. But she had to fail at it too...she just had to go and fall in love. At 38 years old, Jac knew she wouldn't get many more chances at this, and she wanted it so badly, yet the sickness had her running, running from Jonny again. He wouldn't want this, not with her. A cold hearted bitch with no maternal bone in her body. He'd leave. He'd run from her, blame her, hate her. So that's why, when Jac Naylor opened her eyes and found that the test was positive, she knew she would have to get rid of it, through any means possible.
"Where there is desire, there is gonna be a flame, where there is a flame, someone's bound to get burned"
'Hello, Darwin.' Mo answered the annoyingly loud, ringing phone, glaring daggers at Jonny for leaving it, only to practically drool over his 'girlfriend'. 'Jac, its for you.' The feisty redheaded walked over, growling: 'don't call me Jac'. She beckoned for the phone, impatiently waiting for the younger registrar to hand it over. 'Its obs and gyney' she said as she placed the receiver in her boss' hand. Mo saw as her green eyes opened wide before she hissed into the phone. 'I said to call my mobile...i don't care if you couldnt get through...you should have tried again later...what?! I thought the appointment was tomorrow' she held a bony hand over the phone, 'maureen, what day is it?' Mo looked up from where she had been gossiping with Jonny. 'Tuesday, Ms Naylor'. Nodding once in thanks, Jac went back to the phone, with a slightly apologetic facial expression. 'Yes, sorry, I didnt realize...no, do you have any other appointments available?...next week?! Yes, fine.' She sighed as she slammed the phone down, waving off Jonny who had come to her 'rescue'. 'I'll be in my office if anyone needs me.' As the ginger cretin stalked off, the scot leaned in closer to his best mate. 'Do you think somethings up with her?' He asked. 'Obs and gyney, Jonny' she whispered before heading to her patient. Suddenly, it dawned on him, Jac Naylor had made one huge mistake.
"Sometimes, i hate every single, stupid word you say, sometimes i wanna slap you on you whole face, woah"
Jonny practically ran to her office, trying to calm himself the entire way. 'Obs and gyney Jac,' he exclaimed as he opened the door. The look of horror that crossed her face told him everything he needed to know. 'You're pregnant, aren't you?' She didn't answer, instead looking at the floor. He sighed. 'Go on then' her vulnerable side whispered. 'Yell at me, break things off with me, hate me. Just get it over with.' Jonny look at her in surprise as the tears flowed freely down her cheeks. Instead of shouting, and dumping her and hating her like she thought, he gathered her sobbing frame into his arms. 'I love you Jac Naylor, don't you forget that. And this child is ours, so we'll raise it together, me and you. I'm not gonna leave you,not now, not ever.' She looked up, smiling through her tears. 'I love you too Jonny.'
"I think you just may be perfect, you're the person of my dreams, I've never ever ever ever been this happy..."
