It was a normal day on the ward. Jac, Jonny and Mo were there, just going about their day-to-day business. A heavily pregnant Jac walked, or more waddled, along the ward to the nurses station where Jonny was sitting.

"Shouldn't you be working?" Jac practically barked at Jonny.

"I'm on a break and besides, I've done everyones obs and everything that needs to be done." Jonny replied.

Jac rolled her eyes and walked round the desk, feeling a slight twinge in her stomach as she did so. She didn't want to make a fuss over it - it was probably just her baby kicking, but it felt different to how it usually did. She'd obviously had a reaction to this feeling as Jonny suddenly jumped up.

"Jac?!" Jonny said worriedly, immediatly by her side. "You okay?"

"Yes, I'm fine" Jac said irritably, "Nothing to worry about, it was probably just a kick"

"Are you sure? I mean it couldn't be a contraction or anything could it?" Jonny asked.

Jac sighed and rolled her eyes. "Are you a complete idiot? I'm only 7 and a half months pregnant, there's still 6 weeks before my due date!"

"Yeah, but you looked in pain just then!' Jonny protested

"If you had a baby in your stomach that mistakes your ribcage for a football you'd be in pain too!" Jac replied.

Jonny decided it would probably be best to leave the situation. He watched Jac walk away and noted how beautiful she looked with a baby bump. He thought she was beautiful anyway but she looked... well, extra beautiful. Things hadn't been easy over the last 7 and a half months - A death of a young colleague, Tara, had ultimately led to the conception of their baby, and although they wernt together, Jonny knew it was only a matter of time before they would get back together - the attraction was still there, both of them could see that. With only six weeks to go before Jac's due date, Jonny was getting increasingly excited about meeting his offspring, and so was Jac - although she wouldn't dare to admit it. Jonny sighed, and got back to his work, because he knew Jac would kill him if she caught him doing no work again.

He needn't have worried though, for Jac was in her office, she too thinking about their baby. She was excited, but very, very nervous at the same time. She didn't really know how she was going to cope as a mum, it worried her that she wouldn't love her child, like her own mother hadn't loved her. Despite being reassured by numerous people, there was still that worry at the back of her mind. She was just thankful that Jonny was around, as she sure as hell wouldn't have been able to go through the last 7 and a half months without him. He'd been there for her when Tara died, he'd helped Jac through the guilt she'd felt for always giving Tara a hard time, and then of course he'd been there throughout the pregnancy. He'd been there when she'd had her mood swings, he'd bought her doughnuts to fuel her cravings, he'd been there at the scans, he'd even let her in at 3 in the morning some nights, like when she first felt the baby kick. She needed him, Jac wouldn't admit it, but she really did. She couldn't do this without him.

Jac snapped back to reality - she was hungry. She dragged herself up from her seat, her baby seeming slowing her down with everything. She got in the lift and headed down to the canteen. She recalled the first 3 months of her pregnancy, where noone knew, so she had to be discreet with her excessive doughnut eating, but now that most of the hospital knew, she didn't have to worry so much. She picked up some doughnuts and headed over to the lift, where there was a large crowd of people - the lift had broken down. "Seriously?!" Jac complained loudly, causing a few heads to turn. She sighed, and headed towards the stairwell. She began to climb the stairs, and that's when the pain started. She ignored it as she climbed up the stairs, but every few minutes the pain would come back. Labour didn't cross her mind - it was far to early, surely? But as she climbed up the stairs, nearing the doors that lead onto Keller ward, she felt a warm liquid fall to the ground.

She was wrong. It wasn't too early for labour.

Her waters had broken.