A week later and the two of them were beginning to get used to the idea, they were going to give their baby the best start in life and to make that happen, they had to have a scan. The only people who knew, were Sacha, Eddi and Mo, but that was going to change as they had organised drinks in the bar to announce their good news.

Jac was extremely nervous, people had only got used to the fact that the two of them were together. Oliver had found out after catching the two of them in the lift, mid-snog and Tara worked it out later that day when she walked in on them in a loved up moment in the locker room. Jonny had his arms around Jac and she had her head resting on his chest and was crying. Tara was shocked to say the least, but that didn't stop her telling the rest of the hospital. And by the time Jac had the suspicion that she was pregnant, the people closest to her already knew about their relationship.

It was early afternoon and Jac and Jonny were in Pulses getting breakfast before their shift started. Jac was wearing a plain black dress matched with a white blazer and bag. She was rubbing her aching heals as the shoes she was wearing were making them very sore. She had spent a long time getting ready this morning, she's curled her hair, done her makeup and chosen her business woman like clothes whilst Jonny was asleep.

Jonny was also looking smart. He was wearing a red shirt underneath a navy blue cardigan and tie; he'd even decided to wear his smart jeans, instead of being his casual self. This hadn't gone unnoticed by Jac who was quite pleased by his attitude towards their situation. Both of them wanted to go ahead with their relationship, but with their personalities being so different, it was going to be hard.

'Fine, it can be christened, but I'm not becoming a Christian!' Said Jac who was enjoying a blueberry muffin and a decaf coffee.

'I'm not asking you to, I just want our baby to have a bit of religion. Anyway, are we going to have god parents?' Asked Jonny, spooning mouthfuls of rich chocolate cake into his gob.

'We'll choose a man and a woman each, that way we can have who we want.' Replied Jac who looked disgustedly at Jonny's lack of manners.

'Got any ideas on who you want to choose?' Asked Jonny, wiping the chocolate icing which smeared around his mouth.

'Sacha and maybe Eddi or Chrissie. Although if I choose Eddi, she might influence our child to start taking drugs and if I choose Chrissie, she'll teach our child to be as much of a nosy, selfish, annoying bitch as she is.' Said Jac rudely.

'Good, not evil. I was thinking Mo and Oliver, both sensible role models.'

'Fine, we need to get up to Darwin, our shifts about to start.' Said Jac looking at her watch. 'Also, I need you to cover for me in about twenty minutes, I need to go upstairs and tell Hanssen about the baby.' She added as they entered the empty lift.

As soon as the doors closed, Jonny put his hands around Jac's waste and pulled her into him. He kissed her passionately and moved his hands down to her thighs, a moan escaping her lips. He lifted her up and pushed her up against the wall, the cold metal sending sparks down Jac's back. They travelled further upwards, but before they were able to break apart, they reached their floor and were met by none other than Mr Hanssen.

'M-Mr Hanssen.' Stuttered Jac, pushing herself away from Jonny.

'Ms Naylor, Nurse Maconie.' He replied in his icy tone. 'Would it be possible to have our appointment now?'

'I don't see why not, Jonny could you tell Elliott that I'm in a meeting and that I'll be there ASAP.' Said Jac, exiting the lift with Hanssen.

They walked along the corridor in silence, both of them feeling uncomfortable. Jac was dreading having to tell him that she'd gotten 'knocked up' and Hanssen was dreading hearing the 'urgent news' from her. Hanssen opened the door and followed her into the office.

He sat down at his desk and cleared his throat before beginning his well thought about speech. 'Miss Naylor, as you are aware, I found out about yours and Mr Maconie's relationship about three weeks ago. During which time, I have been informed that you have been caught kissing in the lift, that you've been unprofessional on the war-'

'Unprofessional?' Interrupted Jac.

'Well, I don't think that Mr Maconie smacking you on the bottom is the height of professionalism in the work place. But , the most problematic thing is that I must deal with the two complaints, highlighting something that I find extremely inappropriate.' Said Hanssen awkwardly.

'What?'

'The noises which have been heard coming from both the on-call room and the store cupboard. a member of staff has seen you both enter one of those rooms, had the unpleasant experience of hearing whatever was going on in there.' He replied bluntly.

Jac was beyond mortified, she stared at him before sitting on the sofa behind her.

'You needed to tell me something urgent.'

'Yes, I'm… umm, well… I'm pregnant.' She stuttered.

'I see, and how far along are you?' He asked, sitting down beside her.

'I have a scan this afternoon.'

'And the father is…'

'Jonny, he's the dad and he wants to be a dad.' She replied. 'I know that you've read my file, you probably know all about my past, but my baby is going to have two parents who love each other and who love him or her. My mother left me without a word of goodbye, but I won't do that to my baby.' She explained placing her hand on her flat stomach.

'You don't need to explain yourself to me.' He said placing a hand on her arm.

'Thank you. We would be grateful if you didn't tell everyone, we're announcing it this evening in the bar.' She said placing her hand on his.

'Of course, I would be grateful if you could tell me the outcome of your scan so that I can plan ahead.' He replied kindly. 'Is that all?'

'Yes, thank you.' She left the room, relieved at how kind he had been.

She took the phone from her blazer pocket and called Jonny.

'Hello.' He said.

'Hi it's me, I spoke to Hanssen, he was very…' She trailed off.

'Hanssenish… I can guess. When's the scan?' He asked.

'Four hours, I have a valve replacement on Mr Turner and a CABG on Mrs Shufelt afterwards. Could you get Mr Turner prepped and waiting for me in theatre in half an hour, please? I want Dr Valentine to assist me on the valve replacement and Dr Lo to scrub in on the CABG. Got that?' She ordered.

'Yes, ma'am. Anything else?' He said jokily.

'Could you assist me on getting changed, I think that it could be a tricky procedure.' She said flirtingly.

'I'm sure that could be arranged.' He replied. 'Bye.'

Jac hung up the phone and grinned and walked into the lift where she met Sacha.

'How're you feeling?' He asked.

'Fine, scan's this afternoon.' She replied, her mind on other things.

'What's wrong?'

'I'm scared,' she admitted. 'what if the radiation has affected the baby, what do I do then?'

'You need to tell Jonny you're worried, and then ask the obstetrician to perform the necessary tests. I'm sure it's going to be fine.' He said sensibly.

'Okay, but I'm still scared.'

'I know.' He replied, scooping her up into his arms. When the lifts doors opened, Jac left and went into Darwin where she found Oliver and Tara at the desk. They were both making paper aeroplanes and were flying them around everywhere. Jac strutted over to the desk, her noisy shoes turning the heads of many. She reached the desk to find her forehead suddenly collide with Tara's fist. Jac fell back onto her bum and looked up at Tara who had been trying to throw an aeroplane.

'Miss Naylor, I'm so sorry, are you alright.' Said Tara who rushed over to Jac who was holding her head.

'What do you think you're doing? This is not a playground!' She shouted, she removed hear hand from her head and revealed a large cut on her forehead.

'I'm so sorry, I… I um, I…' Panicked Tara.

'Is that all you have to say for yourself?' Said Jac as Oliver helped her to her feet. 'Get out of my sight.'

'What?'

'GET OUT OF MY SIGHT!' Screamed Jac. Tara rushed away in tears, whilst Oliver looked at her. 'Go after her then.'

Mo came over, a large grin on her face. 'Let me stitch it for you.' She grabbed Jac's hand before she could answer and lead her into the office where Elliott was enjoying a bagel.

'What's happened Miss Naylor?' Asked Elliott as he spilled the contents of his circular treat.

'Tara punched me.' She replied moodily, letting Mo make her sit on the sofa.

'Not exactly, Tara accidently hit Jac in the face whilst she was throwing a paper aeroplane.' Explained Mo as she wiped the blood away.

'Like I said, Tara punched me.' Jac said.

'But not intentionally.' Said Elliott, plonking himself down beside her.

'Jac was very harsh on her.' Said Mo.

'I can't see why sacking her is anything other than kindness. I could have her arrested for assault.'

'Shut up Jac, as soon as Mo has finished on your head I want you in theatre with Mr Turner.' Instructed Elliott.

'Fine.' She replied, taking her phone from her pocket and texting Jonny.

Ten minutes later, Jonny was waiting for Jac in the locker rooms when the door opened. The surgeon walked in and sighed. 'You have got no idea how stressful this job is.' She said, running her hand through her hair.

'Mo told me, are you alright?' He asked motioning for her to sit down beside him.

'Fine, but I feel a bit guilty about Tara. And Oliver.' She said sadly.

'What?' He asked. 'What did you do to Oliver?'

'Oliver had a sister, Penny Valentine, she died. On her first day as an F1, I made her life hell. She tried her best to impress me, but I just kept making sure that she failed despite her best efforts. I appointed her to the ward she least wanted to be on, just to make her life that little bit harder. A few weeks later, Connie Beauchamp, the consultant on Darwin at that time, gave her the chance to be the new F1 on Darwin. She got the job and I was her mentor. I kept making sure that no matter what she did, she failed. She chucked coffee on me one morning by accident, making me late for Connie's meeting. I obviously wasn't happy with her so that put me in a bad mood, then she did something really stupid, she let a photographer from the daily newspaper into a patients room to take photos of him. Security took him away, but then I was left to deal with Penny. I didn't deal with it very well so I humiliated her in front of all her colleagues and shouted at her. I said the same thing to her that I said to Tara and now she's dead.' Said Jac, a tear making its way down her cheek.

'It's not your fault, she was an idiot for doing that.' Jonny reassured her.

'She died just over a year ago. There was a train crash and she went to the scene with Michael Spence and Frieda Petrenko. She crawled under an unstable carriage to help a woman who was trapped. The carriage collapsed on her, she died instantly.' She explained. 'I made her life hell. I made a large part of her short life hell.'

'Come here.' He said, pulling her into a hug. She cried onto his chest, she didn't even know why she was crying. Once she'd cried out all of her tears, she lifted her head up and smiled at him.

'I need to get changed.' Said Jac, standing up. She took her blazer off and turned her back to him. 'Could you undo the back off my dress please.'

'Of course.' He replied, sliding the zip down. He pushed the dress off her shoulders and watched as it fell to her feet. He looked at her skinny back, he could see the end of a letter peeping out from her bra. He placed his warm hands on her back and moved her bra down so that he could see the hidden writing. She had a phrase tattooed on her back in calligraphic writing.

'Forget about the people in the past… they're not in your future for a reason.'

'What does it mean?' He asked turning her round to face him.

She grabbed hold of the scrub trousers and put them on. 'I was with a man who I loved, in return he loved me, but we couldn't have a future together. But I have a future now. A future with you.' She said through the heavy tears. 'I have three tattoos.' She added pulling a scrub top over her head.

'Didn't think you were the type.' He replied.

'You thought wrong.' She replied, sliding her trousers down far enough to reveal another tattoo.

'In the end everyone will hurt you, it's up to you to decide whose worth the pain.'

'I had a bad childhood, a childhood which I will tell you about in time, just not now.' She said.

'I had no idea, I'm sorry.'

'Don't be.' She said pulling her trousers up again. She walked over to her locker and opened it, taking out her stethoscope and putting it around her neck.

'What about the third one?' He asked as she changed her shoes.

'Doesn't matter.' She replied, avoiding his eyes again.

'Jac?' He said pulling her towards him. Jac took hold of his hands and used them to push her hair out of the way. She showed him the single word, printed in tiny writing behind her ear.

'Alone'

'It was my first tattoo, I got it on my eighteenth birthday. I've never shown anyone.' Explained Jac as Jonny pulled her into a tight hug. 'I need to get to theatre, I'm really late.'

'I love you.' Said Jonny before kissing her softly on the lips.

'I love you too.' She replied.

She left the room and walked towards theatre where she found Oliver waiting for her. She looked through the doors and saw that Elliott was operating.

'Ms Naylor, I tried to phone you but your phone was off, your patient Mr Turner took a turn for the worst and Mr Hope took her in. Mr Levy phoned to say that he desperately needs a CT consult and asked if he could have you specifically. Chrissie Williams called as well to see if you were available. Also there was a delivery and its waiting for you on your desk.' Said Oliver, counting things off on his fingers. 'Oh and Obstetrics called, they said if it's alright, could you please send up the patient who was exposed to radiation, apparently Sacha Levy informed them of your concerns.'

'Did he now? Dr Valentine, if you wouldn't mind going to AAU and refer to Miss Effanga if you have any concerns. I want you to ask Dr Lo to meet me in my office in half an hour and tell her that she needs to get changed out of her scrubs and bring her bag with her.' She instructed.

'Okay.' He said staring at her.

'Then why are you still here.' With that he rushed off to find Tara.

Jac smiled at the effect six words from her had on people. She carried on walking down the corridor and down the stairs. She followed the signs, despite the fact that she'd been working there eight years, when she occasionally forgot herself, she was grateful for the signposts. She walked down a corridor which she vaguely knew; she'd probably brought a patient here or had to go for a consult she told herself.

But then when she saw the two doors, she remembered what had happened last time. Last time when she'd lost the child she'd longed for. You would think that Obstetrics would be the last place that you'd find Jac Naylor, but two years ago, she was admitted as a patient. A patient who was no longer pregnant. A patient who had miscarried.

That's right. Jac miscarried Joseph's baby all those years ago yet she didn't tell him. She didn't see the point in breaking his heart over the lost child that he'd never heard about. No. she kept it to herself, pretending that she'd faked the pregnancy. This time Jac wasn't going to go through that again. The father knew this time. The father was there for her this time. The father loved her this time.

She walked over to the desk, just like she had done last time. She saw the same nurse look up at her.

'Umm, I'm Jacqueline Naylor. I have an appointment with Dr Bell this afternoon. I was wondering if I could talk to her before.' Explained Jac.

'She's in the office, I'm sure she wouldn't mind if you just went in.' Said the nurse kindly.

Jac smiled and walked towards the office door. She found Dr Olivia Bell sat at the desk, her head burrowed into patient's notes and a cup of steaming coffee in her hand.

'Ms Naylor, Mr Levy got the message to you then did he.' Said Olivia motioning her to sit down. 'Do you know how long it was advisable for to stay in there for.'

'Yes, the time limit for us to stay in the room with him was fifteen minutes.' Said Jac sitting down in the chair opposite her.

'And how long were you in there for?' She asked, expecting a bad answer.

'Over twenty minutes.' Said Jac nervously.

'Okay it's obvious that we need to perform the necessary tests.'

'What are the risks?' Asked Jac whose heart was beginning to race.

'Miscarriage, deformities for the child, learning difficulties, the risk of the child getting cancer young is also likely.' She explained sadly.

'Okay.' Jac sighed. 'Can we get these tests over and done with.'

'Of course.'

But are the results going to be good news or bad?