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"Zosia" Colette knocked firmly on the door and shouted, "Zosia come on, open the door!" From inside the bathroom she heard a muffled sobbing and she ran her hand through her hair exasperatedly. "Come on Zosh, please" she pushed, more softly and calmer, "we are going to find him, I promise." There was a shuffling noise of the young doctor moving her position as the baby did, then quietly she cried,

"Why isn't he here? He's left me, I know he has! He was never ready to be a father." Colette frowned as she sat down on the floor of the hallway.

"Come on Zosh, don't say that. Y'know, your Mum didn't think your Dad was ready either; on the night she went into labour he was in theatre in the middle of a ten hour operation on this old dear who probably wasn't going to make it anyway." Zosia laughed derivatively,

"Why doesn't that surprise me? He always favoured brains over me anyway." She gasped sharply as another contraction caught her unexpectedly.

"Okay?" The nurse outside queried in concern. "Zosh?" She asked again, the worry riding in her voice.

"What!?" was the replied she received through the wooden door, reminding her strongly of Zosia's teenage days.

"Please open the door, you can't stay in there forever"

"Why?" Zosia snapped back as tears rolled down her cheeks, "why should I when you've basically just told me that Arthur is going to be as bad at parenting as Guy, if not worse! At least he was doing something worthwhile, Digby's probably sat in some sleezy bar in a state of unconsciousness." Colette couldn't help but laugh at this image, the she continued,

"Hang on, I never said that! You didn't let me finish the story." Zosia huffed,

"Well get on with it then, we might not have long before a baby falls out of me!"

"Alright, don't get grumpy with me, you're not a four year old anymore!" Colette stated in a very authoritative tone, much like she would when Zosia was younger. "Anyway, so your Dad's in theatre poking at someone's frontal lobe when your Mum stumbles on to the ward, crying and telling Benson to go and get him out of theatre! It's only me and him on the ward because the rest are assisting in surgery so I'm left with your Mum crying and telling me it was going to be too late. Your Dad being the stubborn idiot that he is says 'oh no it'll be fine; these things take ages, I'll be out before she's even dilated'. Zosia rolled her eyes as she sat on the floor listening and mumbled

"Sounds about right." Colette smiled at how much Zosia reminded her of Anya before she carried on,

"Anyway, Benson came running back shaking his head and your Mum's sat next to me making noises you'd expect from a birthing cow! So I took her up to maternity and she was screaming and swearing at me in Polish because your father is an imbecile. Then just as you decided it was time to make an appearance he comes running down the corridor, still scrubbed up, with tears in his eyes, babbling all the apologies under the sun. I've never seen your Mum look happier than she did in that moment, because even after all that, even though he wasn't there for the majority of it, he was there for the most important moment of both their lives and that was what mattered." There was a perfect silence from the bathroom for just a moment, until Colette heard the unmistakable click of the door unlocking and Zosia came out hanging her head. "Come here" Colette ordered softly with outstretched arms. Zosia didn't have to be told twice as she accepted the nurse's comforting hug and smiled as she softly stroked her hair. "It'll be ok Zoshie, we will find him."

Dom sat cross legged on the leather sofa in the lounge, cupping a warm mug of coffee in his hands as he repeatedly dialed Arthur's number, only to reach his voicemail.

"Bloody hell Digby" he hissed "pick up the goddamn phone!" He then leapt off the sofa rather swiftly and ran into the hallway where he near enough bumped into Colette and Zosia coming the other way.

"Copeland! What the hell are you doing?" Colette bit at him in a hushed tone. Dom rolled his eyes disobediently and replied excitedly,

"Phone book!" then continued to leap down the hallway to the magazine rack by the door.

"What?" Zosia queried in confusion. Dom smiled back at her and explained,

"If Artie's still in the taxi then surely the driver will have found him by now, and where do you find phone numbers?" he waved the chunky BT phone book at the pair with a grin on his face.

"Ah" Zosia grimaced and doubled aver suddenly at the peak of yet another contraction. Dom held her forearms gently, supporting her wait and stood in front of her, looking straight into her eyes.

"Okay?" he checked softly, to which she nodded with her eyes still closed. He then stepped forward and took her into a tender hug as he whispered in her ear "I'm sorry for being an idiot Zosh, I promise I'll make it up to you" and kissed her softly on the top of her head.

"No, no sign, sorry mate" the gentleman manning the phone at the taxi company office apologized to Dom over the phone.

"Don't worry, thanks for your help though" he sighed back as he watched Zosia's face drop. He hung up his mobile and placed it down on the table before he got up and went to sit on the sofa next to her.

"He's not going to get here is he?" she whispered as watery eyes threatened to spill. Just as another contraction overtook her shaken body Dom wrapped his arms tightly around her again as she began to cry for her missing fiancé.