Hi! I know I haven't uploaded anything for over a month but I've been revising for my AS exams. Yay(!). This is my first attempt at writing a 100 chapter long fanfiction so please let me know what you think, and I'm open to constructive criticism :)

Tuesday 10th September 2013, 6pm

With the ever increasing number of redundancies and pay cuts made by the NHS, Jonny Maconie hadn't given it a second thought when he'd been asked to do an hour of overtime work that day because the extra money that he got for it was all being saved up for his unborn child – it wasn't that the mother had an issue with money but he wanted to be able to spoil his child with his hard earned money too. But despite the positive of an increased income, it was still a relief once that hour had finished because all he wanted to do was go home and catch up on some sleep after he'd been on a double shift. The charge nurse opened his locker in the changing room to get dressed into his usual top and jeans instead of the pyjama-like scrubs only he noticed that there was something sitting on top of his folded up jeans: a rectangular white cardboard booklet with the NHS logo in the bottom right hand corner of it.

"How could you Jac?" Jonny muttered to himself as he opened the card-framed scan as he knew it must've been her anomaly scan – she was around nineteen or twenty weeks gone – and he couldn't believe that she had gone without him. "What the…?" He frowned as what he observed on the ultrasound didn't seem real. There weren't just ten fingers and ten toes; there was double that. Out of confusion, he ripped off his scrubs and pulled his clothes on before he grabbed his keys and wallet and stormed out of the hospital because he needed answers, and he was determined to get them.

Jac was sat rather comfortably in her armchair wearing a pair of grey tracksuits, white shirt and a dark grey cardigan with her wavy hair cascading over her shoulders, watching a medical documentary, when there was a knock at her front door. She sighed as she slowly got to her feet and then padded to the door. She knew exactly who it was going to be and she was surprised that he hadn't arrived sooner but nonetheless she moved. The precious cargo inside of her was draining her energy reserves constantly so even walking took far too much effort for her liking sometimes. She opened the door and the first thing that the Scottish nurse noticed of her was the dark circles under her eyes on her makeup-free face, then the glass of water in her hand and finally her beautiful bump where he knew, lay what he had helped to create.

"You okay?" He asked civilly as he leaned in the doorway. The journey to her flat had given him time to think and he knew that, because of her volatile attitude, shouting at the top of his voice wasn't going to get anywhere. In fact, it would probably earn him a door slammed in his face.

"I've got a banging headache." Jac stated bluntly. "What did you want?" She huffed though she knew perfectly well what he was there about because she had left the extra scan photo in her locker so that she didn't have to say word for word that she was 'with children' rather than 'with child' to him.

"You know full well what I'm–" Jonny noticed her hand reach for the door handle so he put his foot out and the bottom of the door slammed on the sturdy sole of his shoe but bounced back against the wall, narrowly missing the senior doctor which left her slightly startled. "Don't slam the door on me." Jonny said sternly despite the sense of relief that he felt once he realised that the door had missed her and not accidentally caught her when it flew back. "Is this some kind of sick joke?" He demanded as he held the scan in front of her. "How on earth can you be carrying two babies when I gave you an ultrasound when you were 12 weeks and there was only one baby and one placenta?"

"Why would I joke about this?" Jac sighed. "Right, I suppose you'd better come in." She stated before she walked through and Jonny followed her. He watched as she very slowly sat down in the armchair and then clutched her head whilst Jonny sat on the sofa adjacent to her. "Mr T said that there are two placentas, but the placentas are so close together that it looks as though they've fused together, even though they haven't. And they have their own amniotic sacs. Chances are, one of them was hiding behind the other during the scan and you missed it." Jac explained quietly without making eye contact with him. "Easy mistake to make though... Do you want to know the genders?" She offered and he eagerly looked up. "Two girls." She gave a small smile before she took a sip of the glass of water from the table besides her.

"So you are being serious about this? It isn't a joke, right?" He questioned.

"Give me one reason why I'd benefit from lying to you about this." Jac sighed exasperatedly. "There is one other thing: I don't know if they're identical or non-identical because even though all non-identical have different placentas and sacs, so do a third of identical twins; we'll just have to wait until they're born." Jac explained and whilst Jonny took the news in, they sat there in silence for several minutes. "Listen, my head is banging and you've heard everything that I have been told. Can you go now? Please?" She requested.

"Why didn't you tell me you were having the scan?" Jonny asked sternly.

"I tried to outside theatre, but..."

"Right." Jonny reluctantly accepted that answer because he knew he hadn't been exactly approachable at that time. In fact, he realised that he'd been a bit snappy with her then about her 'acid wit' and he didn't have the excuse of hormonal fluctuations like she did. Jonny then saw the small pile of other black and white ultrasound pictures including a few 3D ones on the small table in front of him. He picked them up and smiled as he looked through them whilst Jac silently sipped from the glass of water. "So they've got the all clear then? No developmental problems like sizing issues or..."

"No... They're perfectly healthy." Jac replied softly.

"When can we tell everyone else? I've got to tell my granny first– oh my sisters are going to be so jealous when they find out!" Jonny grinned. "They've always teased me for being the oldest without having any kids but now..." Jonny trailed off as he smiled to himself before he looked up and saw the wearied, exhausted consultant who was in clearly in pain from her throbbing head. "Is there anything I can get you?" He asked kindly which received a small shake of her head. "Why don't you go and get into bed? You look tired and a good night's sleep can do the world of good sometimes." He stated.

"I was waiting for you to come knocking before I went to bed." Jac stated. "I knew once you'd seen the scan you'd come here."

"Well... I wouldn't have to knock if you give me a key." Jonny stated apprehensively as he tried not to smile given that she was gonna go to bed at only seven o'clock in the evening - clearly pregnancy was taking its toll on her. "C'mon, how much easier would it be for you if you didn't have to cook every night or tidy the flat or do the washing? I could do all of that for you. Plus I've seen you driving into work sometimes and pretty soon, you'll barely fit behind the steering wheel; I could take you to and from work."

"For the record, the only reason I can't put my seat further back while I'm driving is because then I can't reach the pedals; I am not that big." Jac protested.

"I know, I wasn't saying that you are. But come on, you're 20 weeks gone and you haven't even got nappies yet, let alone sorted out the nursery. If you let me move in, I could help."

"How can I sort out the nursery when I live in a one bedroom flat?" Jac asked rhetorically. "I'm moving in a couple of weeks' time into somewhere bigger, that's the only reason I haven't started getting baby stuff ready yet; there'll be less stuff to move."

"Oh right. Well, I could help you move." Jonny said pleadingly.

"Can you just go, please? You're not exactly making my headache any better and I've got to go in early tomorrow to catch up on paperwork."

"Okay fine. But think about it yeah?"

"Bye Jonny." Jac said simply.

"Okay, okay, I'm going. But don't get up, I'll let myself out." He added as he didn't want her moving if it would cause her unnecessary pain. "I'll see you three tomorrow." He grinned as his comment clearly annoyed her, before he left her flat and closed the door quietly behind him.

Jac huffed before she got up and walked to the only bedroom in her flat. She was going to get ready for bed only when she walked into her room her eyes caught view of something in the full length mirror; her figure. She looked at herself and she just couldn't believe that she was 20 weeks pregnant with twins. First of all, she never thought she'd have one child, let alone two. And it just seemed so unreal that right there, as she looked in the mirror, there were three hearts beating in the single profile that she was looking at.

She was a doctor, a consultant at that, so she didn't understand how she hadn't noticed that it wasn't a singleton pregnant, but a multiple one. Mind you, there hadn't been many signs. Sure, she'd gained a little more weight than she'd have liked to, but she had stayed within the top percentile of weight gain for women pregnant with one child and she knew she'd been giving in to far too many cravings than she would have liked. And she had had terrible morning sickness, but she had worked through it, and because it was quite a tough time for her, she'd hoped that it was a sign that she was carrying a girl, rather than a boy; girls often caused more extreme morning sickness in mothers than boys did.

She knew with almost one hundred percent certainty, that she was carrying two girls because she had seen them on the scan herself. At first, she'd been in disbelief and demanded a three dimensional scan to confirm the discovery but once she saw it with her own two eyes, she had quickly grabbed her things, the printed images and left the maternity ward. How was it possible that inside of her were innocent little girls? Girls who were vulnerable to the world and would have to be protected by their mother until they were old enough to look after themselves – well, to every mother in the world no child ever grows up, not to the woman who gave birth to them unless of course their name was Paula Burrows.

She wondered what it would be like to have two identical daughters - how long would it take her to be able to tell them apart? Or if they were non-identical, would they be completely contrasting characters and not get on with each other?

After spending a while wondering about her future as she stared at the shape of her body in the mirror, Jac finally gave in and climbed into the double bed that, though comfortable and roomy, felt far too big for just her. Maybe she wouldn't have to sleep alone much longer... She just had to give the Scottish idiot another chance.