Here's a few more things that you need to know, just so you don't get confused.

1. Macca has never been to the bay. So he doesn't know anybody yet. He will be arriving sometime over the next few chapters.

2. In the very first chapter I mentioned that Martha's adoptive parents were both dead. But since then Martha has mentioned on the actual show that her adoptive father is alive, ending our speculation. So I went back and changed it to just her adoptive mother being dead. He is alive in this fic. The name I give him will be made up by me.

3. As mentioned by Martha before (on the show) one of her other brothers is named Greg (apparently he and his girlfriend were pregnant and about to get married the last time Martha mentioned him). I will be making up a name for the third brother.

In the last chapter Martha went away to stay with Morag for awhile. Obviously not much would happen in the time that she is away, so the next three weeks are going to pass by within this one chapter.

CHAPTER TWENTY

A WEEK AND A HALF LATER

"You miss him, don't you?" Morag's voice broke through Martha's thoughts.

"Huh?" Martha looked up into Morag's probing eyes.

"Jack. You miss him," Morag repeated.

"A bit. I guess," Martha shrugged.

That was an understatement, Martha thought to herself. She missed Jack more than just a bit. She missed him like crazy. It drove her nuts. She'd been at her Auntie Morag's for a week and a half now, but it felt more like a lifetime. But as much as she missed Summer Bay; she just wasn't ready to go back yet.

"Have you spoken to him at all since you've been here?" Morag asked.

"Nope," Martha answered, trying to sound uninterested. She quickly shovelled a spoonful of cereal into her mouth; hoping that Morag would get the hint that she didn't want to talk about it. Morag, of course, didn't get the hint.

"Well, has he tried calling you at all?" Morag wanted to know.

"He's left a couple of messages on my phone," Martha told her. "But can we stop talking about it? I'm not in the mood to talk about Jack," she groaned.

Another understatement, Martha thought.

"Fine," Morag agreed. "Listen, I've cancelled all of my appointments today with my clients. You and I are going out," she then announced.

"You don't have to do that," Martha protested.

"Nonsense. I want to do something with you," Morag started. "Besides, you need to get out. The only time you go outside is when you go for your daily walk. The rest of the time you just sit out in the back garden like you're off with the fairies," she explained.

"I've used your pool a few times," Martha tried to defend herself.

"Well today we're going shopping," Morag exclaimed.

"Ah, why?" Martha wanted to know.

"Incase you hadn't realised you're pregnant, and beginning to show. You're going to need some bigger clothes soon," Morag started. "And I think we can both agree that Yabbie Creek isn't the best place to buy clothes," she continued, screwing up her nose in disgust.

"High maintenance much?" Martha giggled.

Morag smiled. "And, I thought it would be nice if we picked up a few things for the baby," she offered.

"That would be nice," Martha nodded. Her Auntie Morag could be quite a hard women most of the time, but she could also be the sweetest person when she tried. Martha was one of the select few who actually saw it.

"Good, then it's settled. Once we finish breakfast we'll head off," Morag began. "And while were at it, we'll go and have a nice lunch somewhere. How does that sound?" she asked.

"It sounds great," Martha thanked her.

Hopefully she'll get through a few hours without thinking about Jack.

Jack sat on the couch next to Megan; watching Grace play on the floor with some toys. Jack had spent quite a bit of time with Grace over the last week; but today Megan and Grace would be going back to the city. Megan had to get back to her job.

"This last week or so has been really good," Megan said. "You know, just the three of us," she smiled.

"Yeah, it's been good getting to know Grace a bit more," Jack nodded.

If Jack were to be truthful with Megan, he'd tell her that he was actually having trouble bonding with Grace. But he didn't want to hurt Megan's feelings, so he kept it to himself.

"It's a shame that we have to go back to the city today, I've really liked spending time with you. But we'll be back in about two weeks for another visit," Megan told him.

Jack nodded and then stood up; taking his and Megan's empty coffee cups into the kitchen. He let out a small sigh when he realised that Megan was following him. He placed the cups on the sink and turned around only to come face to face with her. He stepped back a little until he was pressed up against the sink. Megan used this moment to press herself up against him.

"So, I was thinking that the next time I'm in town, you and I could maybe spend some time together. Just the two of us," she smiled up at him flirtatiously.

"I already told you once before that nothing will ever happen between us," Jack said as he pushed her away from him

"Oh, come on Jack," Megan pouted, and moved back towards him. "You may not remember what it was like that night when we were together, but I do, and I want that feeling again," she smiled and threw her arms around his neck.

"I said No," Jack exclaimed, as he pried Megan's arms away from him. He pushed past her and walked back towards the couch.

"You and Martha aren't together anymore Jack," Megan said as she followed him. "So why can't you and I just have some fun together? It doesn't have to be anything serious," she tried to talk him around.

Jack turned around quickly to face her. "I'm going to tell you this one last time," he started to snap. "I love Martha, and that's never going to change. We may not be together at the moment, and I may still be angry with her, but that doesn't change the way that I feel about her. Okay?" he explained to her.

"Stop yelling, you'll scare Grace," Megan hissed.

"I'm not yelling," Jack said as he turned to look at the child. "And she's not scared. She's not even paying attention to us. Look, I'm sorry if I hurt your feelings, but I meant what I said. I love Martha," he trailed off.

Megan looked away from Jack and nodded. "Fine," she sniffed.

"We can still be friends, but that's it. And like I've told you before, I will always be there for you and Grace," Jack reassured her.

"I guess I should be grateful that you haven't told us to get lost," Megan sighed.

"I wouldn't do that," Jack told her.

"I know," she smiled at him.

"Come on, I'll help you get Grace out to the car," Jack offered. "You'll want to get going before it gets dark," he continued.

Megan watched as Jack picked Grace up from the floor. Jack may have just rejected her, but that didn't mean she was going to give up. She'd just try again the next time she was in town. And who knows, maybe she could mess around with Martha's insecurities a bit more. There was no way that she was giving up on Jack just yet.

Later that night Jack made his way across the grass towards Noah's Bar. He'd organised to meet up with Robbie, Tasha, Kim and Kit for drinks. He was just about to walk in when he stopped. He'd been thinking about Martha all afternoon; ever since his exchange with Megan. He'd told Megan that he loved Martha; and ever since she'd been on his mind.

He took his phone out of his pocket and rang the familiar number. It went straight to message bank. She had her phone turned off again. He'd tried calling her a few times over the last week and half, but he could never get hold of her. He paused for a second and waited for her cheerful voice to answer message bank. Sometimes he'd find himself ringing it just so he could hear her voice.

"Hey, it's Martha. I can't answer the phone right, sooooo here comes the beep, you know what to do," her voice played out to him over the phone.

"Martha, it's Jack. Again. Why won't you answer or return any of my calls?" Jack began. "I just want to know how you are. And the baby. Also, when are you coming home? Lucas is worried. So is Tash. She thinks your not going to be back for the wedding. Well, that's it, I guess. So bye. Martha...I lov...," he started to say; but was cut off. Damn, his time had run out.

He slid his phone back into his pocket and walked into Noah's. He passed Kim and Kit, who were playing pool. He nodded his head at them in acknowledgment. He made his way over to where Tasha and Robbie were sitting, and sat down across from them.

"Hey," he said to them. "What's wrong with you?" he asked Tasha, when he realised that she didn't look to happy.

"She's still worried that Martha won't be back for the wedding," Robbie explained to him.

"What do you expect Rob?" Tasha snapped. "I've spoken to her twice since she's been gone. She always has her phone turned off. How am i supposed to get in contact with her?" she continued her rant.

"Ah duh, have you considered asking Mr Stewart for Morag's phone number?" Robbie said sarcastically.

Tasha's face immediately lit up. "Oh my god. No, I didn't even think about that. I'll go ask for it now. Now I remember why I'm marrying you," she kissed Robbie quickly on the cheek and skipped off towards the bar to speak with Alf.

Jack felt like an idiot. Why didn't he think to ask Alf for Morag's number?

"That girl is totally paranoid," Robbie exclaimed as he watched Tasha walk away. "And I love it," he laughed.

Jack shook his head and smiled. He was friends with a bunch of loons. It was great.

"So, where's your shadow?" Robbie asked.

"What?" Jack looked at him confused.

"Megan. She's like a second shadow," Robbie replied.

"Oh, she's gone back to the city," Jack told him. He then looked over towards the pool table; it looked as if Kit was about to punch Kim in the face.

Jack laughed and looked back at Rob. "What is it with those two?" he asked, pointing towards Kit and Kim.

"It called sexual frustration, mate," Rob answered.

Martha sat in her room. She was holding her phone to her ear, listening to the message that Jack had left on her phone. She'd already listened to it twice. But she liked hearing his voice. Somehow, it soothed her.

She gently placed the phone back on her nightstand once she'd finished. She then looked over the stash of new clothes that she had just brought that day. Morag had payed for everything; even the few things that they had brought for the baby. Morag had insisted on paying. She wanted her great niece and great great niece or nephew to have the best.

Martha picked up her favourite thing that they had gotten. It was a baby album. She couldn't wait until she got home so that she could put the ultrasound photo in it. She couldn't believe that she had left it behind. She loved to look at it.

Her thoughts were interrupted when she heard a knock on the door. Morag popped her head through. "Dinners ready sweetheart," she announced.

"Thanks, I'll be out in a second," Martha smiled.

There was one good thing about the day. All the shopping had taken her mind off Jack.

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