She did in fact take him back home that afternoon, and they did have passionate sex until the time came that Grace would arrive home. It seemed alright at the time, but she should have known – nothing can be 'nice' in her life for any given amount of time.

Three months later – 13th October 2016

Connie;

Sam had left, no longer than a week after. Emma had agreed to take him back, so he ran at the opportunity – along with their daughter. It broke Connie more than she knew possible, her heart ached every single day, the pain made worse by her daughters belief that she had agreed to the arrangement.

She sighed, rubbed her sore stomach and slowly stood up. It was the third time that morning she had been sick, by now though it formed a part of he daily routine. Taking a minute to compose herself, she again sighed before rubbing her tear-filled eyes. She knew exactly what this was, and cursed Sam every single minute of the day for his complete stupidity and carelessness. Reaching forward she flushed the toilet, unlocked the cubicle, washed her hands and then left – only to be met by sheer chaos in the ED.

Charlie;

He watched closely as she re-emerged from the direction of the bathroom. In fact, he had watched her closely all day, and many days before. He was worried about her, her recent behaviour was unlike anything he had seen before and he stressed this may have more to do with an emigrated doctor-come-ex than either would like to admit.

He raised his eyebrows as she approached him and shrugged in response. "Charlie. What on earth has happened, I left for what, ten minutes?" He then clocked and nodded. She was, although hidden behind a patient file to most, holding her stomach, her shirt now creased in a way which empathised a small rounded bump – a small baby bump perhaps.

Smirking, he picked up his own pile of folders. "Have you told him...?" His eyes rolled down to her stomach. "Baby Strachan number two? You will need to tell him Connie.."

Connie;

How could he possibly know? Scowling, she migrated quickly back to the safety of her office. Her door slammed, and paperwork was thrown aggressively onto the desk, before she collapsed into her chair, an emotional mess. And how could he possibly of known it was fathered by Sam?

She was scared this time around, she was older, and it was most definitely tougher. The thought of birthing this child, alone again, was completely daunting and the thought of Sam arriving and stealing it was even more so. But Charlie was right maybe he did need to know.. or did he? He was with Emma now, he had left her and with that the opportunity to father this child.

16th October 2016

She felt bad, very bad, but she needed the alcohol – just a glass of wine or two. It had been an awful day. She had discovered the mass inside her was definitely a growing foetus and that it was going to be a boy. She had also heard from Grace news which upset her for reasons she couldn't understand – Sam had asked Emma to marry him. Usually she would be happy, Sam Strachan was to finally move on. But she felt somewhat jealous – she was carrying his child, while he was starting a new family with someone else.

She drunk the first glass of wine very quickly and in turn its effects were quickly felt. She felt now too confident and decided to call Sam, she would tell him, hopefully ruin his chances of marriage just as he had ruined many aspects of her life repeatedly.

"Sam -" She spoke down the phone. He unsurprisingly had failed to answer, maybe for the best – she wasn't quite sure how to tell him. "Hm. You should come back?" She coughed and sighed, suddenly the confidence drained. Damn. "Mhm. There is just something I'd like to know before this wedding. Congratulations by the way – thanks for mentioning it." Did that sound too bitter? The last thing she wanted know was yet another argument with him. "Oh god" Throwing her head back she bit down on her tongue, this was a very bad idea. "Just fuckin' answer me, call me or come back? Please…"

Sam;

It was his stag night – of sorts. He had only proposed last week, he hadn't even brought her a ring yet but Emma had managed to spread the word very quickly and so his friends had arranged a night of strip clubs and drinking – all as a celebration. But Sam wasn't in the mood, his mind was far away, back in England. Last night he has received a message from Connie. She sounded drunk, but this one, it wasn't like her usual drunk messages.

The night went reasonably quickly, and he did end up getting rather drunk. The strip clubs were fun, but he wasn't thinking of Emma he couldn't, he was thinking of Connie – her body, her touch, what it did to him and then how much he absolutely regretted leaving her. So he decided to call her back, and unsurprisingly he also got no further than voicemail.

"C-con-" He began, while stumbling along a street, a few blocks from his house. "Babe, are you okay? Look Emma, Emma – I haven't even got her a ring yet, its hardly official! Grace just gets excited.." He sighed, sliding down a shop wall. "Something you'd like me to know? What is it, tell me." He smiled, closing his eyes, picturing in his head, her standing right before him. "There's something I'd like you to know too. I guess there's a lot actually. Let's play a game, I tell you something and in return you tell me something? I'll start. I can't stop thinking of you, you're absolutely beautiful."