Jonny parked his old blue battered Volkswagen Golf on the gravelled drive way, next to the space where Jac usually parked their other much newer car. He stepped out of the car and slammed the door behind him before walking over the stones to the front door. The fully grown man slotted the key in the oak front door and twisted it, pushing it open.
He found himself in the silence of their large entrance hall. It felt good to be home, alone- for once.
'Jac?' He called out pointlessly. He knew where she'd be; at the hospital with their daughter. Chucking his keys on the small glass table Maconie made his way up the first flight of stairs into their bedroom and there after the en-suite. Desperate for a warm shower before he returned back to his work place to be with his family.
The house was a step up from what the married couple had both previously been used to. Jonny had sold his small flat and Jac had sold her large apartment. Together they had bought a family home not far from work. It had everything they'd ever need. It had a large entrance hall, kitchen, dining room, living room, four bedrooms and three bathrooms as well as a double garage and large garden. All of it matched up to Jac's reputation; minimalistic and slick. For Jonny is had everything he'd ever dreamed of.
The bedroom next door to their own had been painstakingly decorated as a nursery. The proud father had spent hours getting everything just right. The name 'Sophie Maconie' had been written on the wall in a fancy font. A cot lay in the centre of the cream carpet; the pink walls adding a simple splash of colour.
Who'd have thought it? Jac Naylor settled down with a man so different it was laughable. All they needed now was their daughter... and a dog of course.