At 23:55pm she began to stumble and stagger back up to her room in the elegant hotel. Jac was far from being elegant right now. The alcohol intoxication had just hit her as she had stood up from her bar stool and nearly fallen flat on her face, laughing as a man had caught her and steered her into the upright position. She left the party and made her way up the grand stairs to the correct corridor, taking each step one by one. As she fumbled with the door let card, tears of frustration began to trail down her pale cheeks. Why did everything always go wrong for her? Jonny was going off and getting married, probably go on to have more Maconnie spawn, Emma will get a new life. What if she preferred that life? These thoughts spun around in the surgeon's mind, making her feel more and more alone and dizzy by the minute. When she finally made it into the room, she threw herself onto the huge bed in the middle of the expensive room and kicked off her shoes with a huff.
After a few minutes of heavy sighing, she wiped her cheeks furiously free of tears and rolled over to grab her phone from the bedside table. The woman opened her contacts and scrolled to his number. At precisely midnight she clicked the call button and listened to the dial time ring out even as it pierced through her ears.
"Hi this is Fletch-" His voice started.
"Fletch...I need to talk to you." She sighed in relief at the sound of his voice on the other end until she realised that he was still speaking.
"Sorry I can't answer the phone right now. Please leave a message and I'll get back to ya soon." The recorded message finished and she threw the phone down on the bed beside her.
"Urghh!" She fell back onto the mattress in defeat, feeling her head begin to pound. "Fine then, you want me to leave a message I will." She grumbled in slurred words and picked the phone up again.
When she dialled and got the voicemail message again, she paused only just realising that in her very drunken state she didn't actually know why she was calling him.
"Fletch, Fletch, Adrian Fletcher. I don't know why I'm calling you. Probably to wish you Happy New Year maybe?" Jac paused. "Why is my life such a disaster? I don't have a fucking clue why either. Emma is going to get a new life. New siblings. A new fucking mum Fletch. She's going end up calling another woman Mummy. But what about me? Where does that leave me? Single and alone. My daughter will leave me. I'll be living with Sacha until one of us dies. My life is a disaster and I flipping love you so much it hurts. Have I ever told you that before? Well I'm saying it now. I love you Adrian Fletcher. Happy. New. Year." She paused again before going off on yet another tangent. "You're probably sitting in front of the tv and celebrating with your kids...whilst...whilst I'm here drunk out of my mind and calling you to whine at you." Jac stood up from her place on the bed and swayed for a moment before regaining her balance slightly. The woman began to cry again, not bothering the muffle the sounds of the sobs which were occasionally slipping out of her throat. "Fletch...Fletch. Fletch! Fletchhhhh! Help meeee! I can't undo my dress zip! Hmph. I can't do ittttt." She cried and flopped back into her stomach with a loud "oof".
"Hmmm I'm sleepy." She mumbled into the phone, half her face squished by the chunky pillows. "Goodnight Adriannn. I love you lotssss." The surgeon slurred and slipped into a deep alcohol induced sleep, the phone now discarded mindlessly on the mattress beside her.
Oh how Adrian Fletcher was in for a treat when he awoke the next morning.