"Hush little baby, don't say a word," Jac crooned to her daughter as she placed the sleeping little girl in her cot. She would always sing the lullaby to Emma over and over again until she fell asleep; sometimes it would only take a verse or two but other times, like tonight, it could take twenty repeats until her little eyelids would start to flutter before finally closing. Jac covered Emma over with a blanket and made sure Ralph the pig was tucked safely under her arm before straightening up and looking down at her. Her bright red cheeks were starting to fade slightly in colour now that the calpol and bongela Jac had given her had begun to kick in. It broke Jac's heart every time Emma screamed in pain; she'd screw her little face right up and big droplets of tears would fall before Jac could even get the cap off the medicine or the teething ring from the fridge. Jac knew she would only have a couple of hours at most before Emma woke up demanding to be comforted by some more medicine and a bottle of breast milk so she creeped out the room, closed the door and headed to the other side of her large flat towards the kitchen,

Since having Emma, Jac had started to actually use her days off as days off and not days spent sitting in her office doing paperwork. Instead, she now spent her days off taking strolls in the park with Emma and cooking that months worth of meals and freezing them. Normally, Jac would order a takeaway or buy a pre-made meal but now she actually ate home cooked food. Since getting that all clear to start weaning Emma, she had started to cook both of their meals, freeze them then defrost and heat when needed. Tonight Emma had eaten a five vegetable purée and Jac was waiting on her vegetable lasagne to finish defrosting before she could heat it up. Jac decided to do some paperwork while she was waiting, so she grabbed her heavy, patent file filled shoulder bag and settled herself at the desk in her office to make a start on completing her notes. Once her dinner was done and eaten, she continued to work until gone nine when her phone started flashing Mo's name.

"Hello, Maureen, finished drinking with nurse or did his blushing bride call him away again?"

Jac could hear Mo chuckling away down the other end of the phone and she waited patiently for her to finish.

"You know, Jac, it wouldn't have surprised me if that had of happened but no, he was there and he stayed after I left."

"That makes a change." Jac continued to make notes with one hand on the pages before her whilst clutching he phone to her ear with the other.

"Yeah, a nice refreshing one. Look, I said that I would let you know what's going on and here it goes. Jonny doesn't want to be with Bonnie anymore, by the sounds of it, he hasn't wanted to for a long time. He regrets every thing, Jac; starting up with Bonnie, asking her to marry him, not being there for you and Emma and every thing that he said and did today." Mo paused and Jac suppressed a sigh. She had a feeling that Jonny would say that he regretted a lot of things, she just wasn't sure that she had expected to hear that Jonny regretted his entire relationship with Bonnie. Jac hadn't realised that their problems had been so bad.

"What else did the Scottish idiot have to say to you then? He seemed to have a lot to say earlier; did he open up more with alcohol coursing through his veins?" She could hear a cupboard being opened and a glass being set on a kitchen counter before the jingling of bottles moving together as a fridge door was opened.

"I went through what happened when you was pregnant; he was horrified. I think he's finally realised that Bonnie has been purposely hiding things from him. The night you were admitted when you were pregnant, Bonnie had his phone and she had it all night. At least that's what he said. Look, he said that he's going to move out tomorrow, asked me whether he can stay at mine, I've said yes because let's face it, he needs to rid himself of that bitch. The next chance you get, talk to him. Have a good conversation with him and sort things out."

"Sounds promising." Jac couldn't help but smile slightly. Maybe she would be able to finally sort things out with Jonny. "I'll think about it. Seeing as his shifts have been changed now, we need to work out a new routine for him to see Emma. I need to go, she'll be waking up soon. Bye, Mo."

"Bye."

Jac hung up the phone and placed it on the desk. Would she really be able to sort things out properly with Jonny now that the possibility of Bonnie being out of the picture was real?

She hoped so, Emma deserved her father being one hundred percent focused in her life, which is some thing that Jac never had. To be fair, Jac never had either parents in her life and Emma having at least one was a far better start. Jac stifled a yawn and packed away the many folders on the desk back in to her bag. She checked the time and found that it was very nearly ten o'clock. If Emma was going to wake she would have done already. Jac decided to have a quick shower whilst she had the chance, knowing that she wouldn't have time to do so in the morning.

It was half ten when she finally emerged from the bathroom, dressed in a thin cotton pair of pyjamas. She towel dried her hair and let it flow down her back; she would straighten it in the morning whilst Emma was in her bouncer. Jac checked in on her daughter as she made her way to her bedroom. The little girl was still fast asleep clutching Ralph in one hand and her yellow blanket in the other. In the dim light from the hallway, Jac couldn't see any redness on Emma's cheeks and wondered if she would be getting a full nights sleep. She closed the door, leaving it open a little just to let a little light in, ensuring the baby monitor was turned on and the sound up fully before she did so.

Jac entered he bedroom, closing the door behind her but leaving it open slightly just like how she left Emma's. She did this in case, or any reason, the baby monitor stopped working so she would still be able to hear her. Jac settled herself in bed, pulling her covers up to her neck. As usual, sleep didn't come easy for her. They laid there for what felt like hours thinking about Emma, Jonny and the prospect of the conference. She would talk to him about that tomorrow, or the next time she got the chance. Maybe she could invite him round to see Emma and discuss it with him then. Yes, that's what she would do. She yawned, turned over and laid there listening to the silence of her flat. Eventually sleep overcame her, her final thoughts of the night being of her daughter.