The light of morning was already streaming through the curtains when Jacob was awoken by the shroud sound of the alarm. The loud screech pierced the heavy silence which seemed to cover the room like a blanket.
He ran a hand over his face, and rolled over to see that the alarm had not woken his sleeping partner. He smiled, at how lazy she had become in her second trimester. But still she was still only five months gone, still another four long months until he could meet his baby.
He leant over her sleeping form, slamming his hand on the clock to stop the clock.
Connie had become overly self conscious during her pregnancy. Telling him to glance at her 'ugly stretched stomach', he on the other hand he had simply chuckled at this, to him she was always beautiful, even when she was downing endless herbal teas and spaghetti hoops with strawberry sauce in the early hours of the morning.
He was roused from his thoughts as Connie began to wriggle and squeal in her sleep. The nightmares. They had become a regular thing since she had entered this trimester.
"Hey, baby wake up." Jacob slid his hands down her forearms.
"It's OK you're not really there, your in bed with me, I love you, you're fine, I'm fine and the baby is fine. Every thing is fine." Reassurance, that was the key, or at least that's what Charlie had said.
Her eyes opened with a start and immediately searched out for him. "Jacob?!" She said with fear in her voice. "Are you okay?!"
Jacob smiled, scooping his hands under her armpits and pulling her up on to his lap. He curled one arm around her shoulders and used the other to rub small soothing circles on her bump.
"It's all okay baby, we're all alright, you just had another nightmare, but everything is all okay, I love you". He kissed her soft hair lightly, she smelled of clean linen and passion fruit. Most likely her shampoo.
"I hate how helpless this baby has made me. I mean I'm the infamous Connie Beauchamp and here I am sniffling because of a bad dream. I'm so pathetic."
"Hey." He moved his hand off of her bump to her chin to lift her gaze to meet his. "You are not pathetic, okay? You're not. Because you are Connie Beauchamp, talented heart surgeon and doctor extraordinaire, man-eater, mother, and not too bad in bed either." He joked she smiled.
"Not too bad, aye? I shall have to put that on my CV 'not too bad in bed'. I love you Jacob." She reached an arm behind his head and kissed him. "What time is it?"
"Half past eight, we have an hour and a half before we need to be in. Come on I'll make breakfast, you get ready."
Jacob mad his way out of the room and Connie was left to her own thoughts. She stretched out across the bed, feeling the cold untouched areas of the bed, chilly against the warm skin of her lower legs.
She ran a hand over the curve of her stomach letting it rest where her stomach met her pelvis, warming her hand on heat of her own skin. A sigh escaped her lips as she sat up in the bed, the rush of cool air hitting her the same as opening the door of a freezer.
Before she got to her feet she ran a hand over the framed scan photo as she did every morning, before moving in to the bathroom to change.
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Jacob held her waist tightly as they walked through the car park to the entrance of the E.D, the cold winters morning had cast a thin film of ice across the Tarmac, and he was afraid she might lose her footing. Especially in those heels.
He still struggled to comprehend it, she was five months pregnant and still somehow managed to fit her swollen feet into heels, and walk in them. How on Earth she she keep her balance? He had, on more than one occasion caught her curling her stockinged foot on her desk in pain, Louboutins cast to the side, with her face scrunched in relief.
As they reached the automatic doors he released her waist and instead took hand, walking her as he always did to her office.
"So girl, I'll see you in a few I'm just gunna go get changed okay, you good?" She smiled and reached up to kiss him. The backs of her feet just slipping out of the heels of her shoes.
He made his way out of the office, closing the door behind him and she smiled to herself bringing her hands up to her stomach and staring into the distance wistfully.
Connie glanced over at the clock and shook herself back into reality. Shrugging off her blue coat, which didn't do up anymore, thanks to the bump. She placed it on a hanger in the corner of the room.
The door opened suddenly and with more force than the instigator had intended, swooping briskly and hitting a the edge of the wall with a thud.
Connie jumped slightly and turned around, Rita Freeman stood small in the door way, looking remorseful.
"Sorry, Connie, I didn't mean to storm in with so much velocity." She said almost sarcastically reaching for the handle of the door and pulling it round slightly to a more healthy angle.
"That's quite alright Nurse Freeman-" Rita sighed quietly, always with the 'Nurse Freeman' she thought to herself, she couldn't help but hope for something else from her boss, something...more?
"What can I do for you?" Connie stood, slightly awkwardly placed, in the centre of the room looking at the blond-haired nurse who stood in the doorway.
"Fifty five year old woman, involved in an RTC bus versus pedestrian, apparently she just walked out in to the centre of the road, conscious gcs of 14, but query spinal injury and pelvis. ETA 5 minutes." Connie nodded her head as a sign of dismissal but Rita stood fast.
"But we're chock a block, resus and cubicles are full with diverted St James' patients do I don't know where she's gonna go?"
Connie closed her eyes in annoyance, taking a breath.
"Don't worry I'll sort it." Rita smiled and nodded before moving off
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Jacob made his way out of the cubicles and over to Charlie, who stood with a stack of notes in his arms detailing patients who needed to be dealt with.
"Right boss, what you got for me?" He said cheerily reaching out his hands for the notes.
"Emma Dufresne, arrived from her hotel with her partner and step-daughter, severe abdominal pain, diagnosed IBS. But she seems to think that this is something else. HDC." Charlie dipped his head and walked away, moving to cubicles to try to clear some, gazing disapprovingly at the waiting times as he went.
Jacob made his way to HDC, to treat his patient. Pulling open the door he saw a young a woman in bed clutching the hands of a man and a young girl, one on each side.
"Hello", he smiled standing at the foot of the bed. "I'm Jacob and I'll be your nurse."
The man looked disapprovingly at Jacob, "Nurse? Where's a doctor? I told you blooming NHS, useless! We've been here over an hour! You know what?! We should go private!"
Jacob laughed sarcastically, "Oh I'm sorry, I didn't know you were royalty. You want a seat sir? Hot or cold beverage? I'll tell you what, why don't you lie down and I'll weight on you hand and foot?"
"Excuse me?" The man moved away from the side of the bed.
"Listen mate, I may just be a nurse, but I know for a fact that I work my ass off for the NHS, to try and help people like your girlfriend here, for really, not a lot of cash. So pipe down, yeh?"
The man sneered and took a deep breath and smiled forcefully.
"Fine, but is there a phone I could use to call my mother, she doesn't even know we're in the country as we live in America, I just got called away last minute for a conference."
Jacob felt the need to mend bridges with this patient so he reached into his pocket and pulled out his own mobile and passed it to the man.
"Here use mine, the queue for the pay phones is unreal." The man smiled a thank you and took the phone, unlocking it to reveal a baby scan as a lock screen.
He smiled, "Father to be aye? Lucky you, even though they're a lot of work! How many months has she got left?"
"Four, but still wearing her heels at five months pregnant, she won't listen to me and back down even though I know for a fact they hurt her feet." He joked.
"Sounds like this ones mother." He gestured to the young girl on the opposite side of the bed.
For the first time Jacob looked over properly at the young girl and realised she was startlingly familiar. But he couldn't place where from.
Just at that moment Connie entered, searching for a place for her patient, who had arrived with serious injuries but so far stranded in cubicles, she walked in without looking up.
The young girl and the man looked at each other surprised.
"Jacob, do you know any patients who have outstayed their welcome, I have no where to put-" She stopped suddenly as she looked up, her eyes widening.
"Gracie?" She moved towards her daughter. "W-what are you doing here darling?"
"Sam? What's going on?" But neither Sam nor Grace answered as they were transfixed by the sight of her raised stomach.
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So this took me ages, I will update but it may take a while (a very long time). But it maybe depends on response, I've been out of the game for a while so feel free to correct or point out any rookie errors ;)
Thanks for reading please review :)