Several months had passed. The sun shone down onto the hospital car park, as a car pulled up into the space with the plaque bearing the name "Michael Beauchamp". An engine was heard to be turned off. Inside the luxurious car, beside him was the woman he loved. He looked over at her, gazing into her eyes as he pulled the keys out of the ignition. Her hands were placed on her lap elegantly, as she glanced over at him. His hand reached for hers, the warmth of his transferring over to the back of hers. She smiled at him as his hand closed itself around hers, holding them firmly, never wanting to let go. "Are you sure you want to work today?" he questioned, clearly concerned for her welfare. Leaning over towards him, she let their lips touch lightly, leaving a tingling sensation as she pulled away. So tempted to take matters further, he leant towards her eager for more. Before he knew it, she had opened the door and slipped out of the expensive convertible. Letting out a quiet groan of disappointment, he followed her suit, watching her from over the top of the car.
A smirk played across her face as she bent back into the car to retrieve her bag. Looking at him slightly as she came back out again, she saw his facial expression had dropped, with puppy dog like eyes. She grinned at this, closing the door securely. He continued to stand there, hoping she'd answer his question. "Well, what are you waiting for? Full list today." She finally replied, obviously intending to spend her day at work. As she turned around, heading towards the main entrance of the hospital, her small emerging bump could be noticed. She was cleverly wearing clothes, which were discreetly hiding the bump. Few members of staff knew about her recent happenings with the cardiothoracic consultant, but those who knew, believed that they would make the perfect couple and a child would complete the picture. Despite the pregnancy, Connie didn't feel the need to lose her immaculate dress sense. Still clicking away with her heels, she made her way into work, strolling into the main lobby with him tagging along behind, briefcase in tow.
Almost 6 months into her experience as a pregnant woman, the morning sickness stage had passed quite a long time ago. Since her announcement to Michael, her life was much more than she had previously imagined. Everything had seemed to fit into place now, perfection as she had always hoped. Never believing that it would be her current situation over a year ago, but Connie was more than happy. Amazed. Astonished. Accomplished. And most importantly, in love. She closed her locker after pushing her belongings back into it. She stopped where she was, smiling with satisfaction. Thoughts flooding back to her. The thoughts that took a dramatic turn in her life.
"There's something I need to tell you."
"What is it?" he asked, his arms still wrapped around her petite body. His hands sat on her waist, as he looked down at her. For a moment, she let her eyes wander into contact with his. Looking away, then at the floor, she swallowed before looking back up at him.
"Well…I…" she began, not quite knowing what to say to explain this to him. She felt she couldn't jump to the point straight away. She felt uncomfortable, but knew that he had the right to know. He looked at her warmly, his smile reassuring her that he was an understanding and caring man. Despite this, she still failed to find the words to put it before him.
He stroked her cheek gently, the soft skin beneath his touch cold, with a hint of warmness as it started to warm up. He pulled away slightly, still retaining eye contact with her, "Connie…whatever it is, you can tell me in your own time." he continued. Her hand slid slowly up her thigh, up onto her lower stomach, letting it reside there. His eyes had followed her hand and as it hit her lower abdomen, the message struck him. He shot his eyes back up at her. She didn't know what he was thinking, what his reaction was, whether he had actually figured out what she wanted to say. "Are you…" he began, in an attempt to confirm his assumptions. She heard him. A small solitary nod from her said it all.
"Connie…I don't know what to say…" he replied in a slight shock. It wasn't what he expected, although it was astounding news that she was to have his child. He knew he wanted to be with her, sooner or later it was to happen, but it was just coincidence to happen now. She tried to read more of his reaction from his face, he did his best to hide it. She gripped hold of his wrist, frightened of his thoughts, his opinion, his reactions. He glanced down at her fingers ravelled around him, before gazing back into her eyes.
"It's all a mistake. Don't worry. I'll sort it out." she reassured him. Knowing exactly what she meant by this, he shook his head whilst closing his eyes momentarily.
"You can't. I won't let you." He snapped back almost immediately. She looked stunned. She didn't know what he thought, but his sudden outburst definitely implied that this was what he wanted. She slid her hand down to his, tangling her fingers with his, before smiling in satisfaction. He smiled warmly back, knowing that everything would eventually be fine.
"Are you sure about this?" she asked in curiosity.
He took her other hand with his free hand, holding them up before one another. Biting his lower lip, he grinned slightly, "Of course I want this. Most of all, I want you." Connie felt her heart skip a few beats at his declaration of love for her. For once in her life she felt wanted, and most importantly, loved. And with that, she threw her arms around him, pulling him in for a passionate embrace.
She strode onto the ward, spotting him on the opposite side by the medical storage room, speaking to the Clinical Matron. As she approached the pair, the lady smiled at her, her hand reaching out to stroke her arm in reassurance. "I believe a congratulations are in order Miss Seville." Connie glanced over at Michael, but all he could do was grin with pride. She couldn't blame him for sharing the news with a close member of staff, he was genuinely happy with his approaching arrival. He had attended anti-natal classes with her at another clinic, that they decided to attend. He looked after her day in, day out. He asked her to move in with him, so that they could be together every step of the way. She accepted all of this. As the Matron returned back to work, she followed him back into his office, closing the door behind her. He turned around to meet her eyes again, wanting to show her how he felt about her again.
"So…you decided to tell Jenny?" she began, sliding her arms behind her and taking a step closer to him. He slid the remaining distance to her, holding her in his arms again.
"And? Does Miss Seville have an objection?" he replied, leaning his forehead against hers, looking into her eyes lovingly.
Unable to deny such lust for him, she stroked his chest gently, knowing it was teasing him mentally as well as physically. "Of course not. I just don't want rumours flying around the hospital." She remarked, continuing to work her way down his upper body, sending shivers down his spine at the thought.
He seized her hand with his own, "Stop it." She smirked at his comment. She knew this was teasing him immensely, the sexual tension between them was unavoidable and irresistable, yet somewhat exhilarating at the same time.
"Make me." was her reply. The sparkle in her eye added to the moment. He knew she wanted him to have her right there, right now. The mere fact that they were both on shift at work, in a hospital stopped him. He released her from his grip, stepping away, inches from her. She frowned in confusion at his sudden decision to stop their antics.
"Later." He whispered into her ear. She smiled wickedly, acknowledging his suggestion for after work. Before she knew it, a searing pain travelled across her abdomen. Her hand reached for her bump as her legs collapsed beneath her. Michael caught her before she dropped to the floor, picking her up and laying her gently on the sofa. She cried in agony as the unknown pain continued to dominate her. Her other hand reached for his. He held it immediately, kissing it, which seemed more appropriate to him at that moment in time. As she caught back her breath, he asked in anticipation, "Connie?" She looked up at him, still wincing in agony. Knowing something was wrong, she squeezed his hand before saying, "Help me."