The next morning, Fletch woke up to the sound of his blaring alarm going off at 6.30 am. As he rolled over to turn it off, he noticed a few missed calls and a voicemail on his phone screen. The nurse listened to it and laughed, she was definitely drunk out of her mind. Although, three of her words stuck in his head and played on loop over and over again. "I love you." Did she mean it?

After deciding that it was probably just drunken rambling, he slung his legs out of bed to go and get ready for his day at work and then herd the kids off to school. He packed their lunchbags and kissed each child on the head and sent them on their way, leaving him and Theo in the silence of the empty house.

"Are you ready to go to creche today champ?" He asked his youngest child and ruffled his hair. Theo nodded enthusiastically and picked up his bag. "Let's go them shall we?"

At 12pm, a slightly hungover Jac Naylor walked onto the ward, immediately on watch for Mr Fletcher so that she could avoid him for a while.

"Ms Naylor?" A Ukrainian accent called, stopping her in her tracks. She rolled her eyes and turned to face Frieda.

"Yes Petrenko?" Jac replied.

"How was the party last night? Did you win the grant?" The younger woman questioned.

"It was fine and no Sacha got it. Are we done now?"

"Mm." Petrenko hummed and walked away back to a patient.

A few minutes later and Jac had finally made it safely to her beloved chair behind her desk and safe down with a grown. Her pounding mind wandered back to the call log on her phone. Two calls to Fletch last night at 12:05 and 12:08 am. What had she said to him? Had he actually answered them? There was only one way to find out and her mind wasn't going to rest until she knew the truth. This was it, this could be the breaking point of her façade.

"Ah Ms Naylor! Happy New Year, what can I do for you today?" He chirped as he noticed her hovering in the doorway.

"I need to ask you something." Fletch's heart pounded, his mind wandering back to the words which she had spoken merely only 12 hours earlier.

"Fire away." He replied, his voice sounding even and calm as he watched her sit down on the sofa.

"Um did I...did I drunk call you last night?" Jac asked her colleague reluctantly.

"Nope." Fletch stated.

"I didn't?" She questioned, confused. "But my call log says I did."

"I didn't pick up." He smirked as relief flooded her facial features. The nurse stood up from his place at his desk and walked to the door, stopping to turn to face her just before he left. "But you did leave me a very interesting voicemail though." And with that he left Jac sitting alone in his office.

After getting over her momentary shock and embarrassment of what he had just said, she leapt up from her seat and ran after him.

"Fletch! Mr Fletcher!" She hissed angrily as she chased him down the corridor.

"Yes Ms Naylor? What can I do for you?" He asked with a smirk, feigning ignorance.

The surgeon pulled him aggressively towards the edge of the corridor, checking to see if anyone was around.

"What did I say Fletch?" She hissed again.

"Lots of things..." He started.

"What things?" Her voice raised a little and she glanced around again.

"Just about Jonny getting married, Emma having a new life etc. Sorry to hear about that by the way." Jac grimaced at the reminder and looked away from him. "You also said something else, you said...you said that you love me."

"Oh..." She trailed off quietly, looking down at her nervously interlocked hands.

"Jac..." Her heart pounded, unsure of what he was about to say as she looked back up into his eyes. "Did you mean it? Or was it just a drunken rambling?"