'Jonathon Maconie, will you get your backside down here this minute!' shouted Jac up the stairs as she stood at the bottom. She was dressed in her usual smart attire accompanied by an overly sized brown-long coat that failed to do up around her bump. In her left hand was her bag as well as her work stuff.

'Okay, okay I'm coming...darling' her husband called back; his footsteps could be heard as he dodged around their bedroom the floor above.

'Don't darling me! It's quarter past seven.' she replied, briefly looking at her white watch on her wrist 'We're going to be late'

'We will not be late! I'm here now' the Scottish man smiled as he headed down the stairs. As usual he was dressed in blue jeans, a chequered shirt and his smart brown coat with his leather satchel. 'Your prince charming, aka your chauffeur, is here sweetheart.. Now where did I put the keys' Maconie muttered as patted his coat pockets.

'Here. Some of us are prepared because their other halves are incapable of the simplest of tasks' Jac grunted as she walked out of the front door with the car keys, and into the icy cold air. Awkwardly she climbed into the passenger seat of their fairly new Range Rover, slamming the door shut after her. Her husband then obediently followed, shutting the front door behind them both.

'I can't believe I'm actually allowing you to drive such an expensive piece of equipment' Naylor moaned.

'Excuse me; I'm the safest driver you've ever met. Come on admit it, I'm awesome behind the wheel!' Jonny joked as he drove down the road and negotiated the seemingly very early morning traffic exiting the estate on which they lived.

'If our child grows up to have your sense of responsibility and sense of direction, then I'll be allowing her nowhere near a car- let me tell you now!'

'Don't you listen to your mummy; she's just grumpy because it's far too early in the morning to be deemed early. Daddy is an excellent driver, she just won't admit it and-' Maconie excitedly spoke, addressing his unborn child before his wife 'rudely' interrupted.

'Jonny, Jonny just stop. I'm about to puke at your sickening tone. I'd very much like to keep my breakfast in my stomach, rather than the floor of the car'

'Okay. You're right; it's a little too early to deal with Naylor vomit'

Jac lightly thumped her husband's arm as he kept his hands on the steering wheel, although a reoccurring smile broke across her face as she place one hand on her burgeoning bump as her daughter furiously kicked away

The married couple walked onto the ward holding hands. In years gone by Jac wouldn't have been seen dead holding another person's hand affectionately but these days it was irrelevant. She was married and she was pregnant.

'Ah, here are the love birds!' chirped Mo cradling her coffee in one hand

'Morning Mo' laughed Jonny, fooling around with his best friend. Jac loosened her husband's hand as she walked off in the direction of her office.

'Thanks to SOMEBODY we were very nearly late' the consultant sarcastically remarked.

'Someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed' whispered Effanga as Jac slammed her door

'You wanna bet?'

'She's carrying your child Jonny!'

'And don't I know it! Every twinge, kick, morning sickness...it's all my fault. At this rate I won't have any nuts left'

'Wait until she goes into labour, my dear friend' Mo laughed loudly as she walked off. Jonny looked on, barely processing her words.

A knock broke the silence of the woman's joint office. Without waiting to be welcomed in Jonny barged in, his usual happy self.

'One Hot Chocolate for Mrs Maconie, as well as a doughnut' placing a large cup from the coffee bar on his wife's desk and a paper plate.

'Why thank you, and what have I done to deserve this pleasure?' she grinned, barely able to control her excitement

'Well I just thought my darling wife could do with cheering up' Jonny explained as he planted a kiss on Jac's cheek and held her face in his left hand 'And we all know Chunky loves doughnuts' he teased.

Ignoring his last comment Naylor questioned what he had meant 'Cheering up? Me? Seriously? I'm an ice-queen, officially'

'We know that's not true-'

'Anything else Jonny, because I'm due in theatre in an hour; as you well know' a small side of her sharp tongue showed again. Who could blame her? She was pregnant but she most certainly didn't want to lose who she was. Her dashing husband exited the room, aware it wasn't clever to get on the wrong side of his woman. Only then did Jac tuck into the mouth-watering cake her fella had foolishly bought her.

'So how's she doing then Maconie? Asked Mo at the nurses' station

'How's who doing?' Replied Jonny puzzled whilst reading over a patient's file 'Mrs James in bed four is recovering well, just waiting for Jac to look at her obs again'

'Not Mrs James, your wife Jonny'

''Well you know about as much as I do. Why'd ya ask?'

'She's pregnant, with your child. We know she's not the most maternal of people. But I dunno, she seems to have changed in recent months'

'That's the Maconie effect! No-no, she's doing great, I think she's made to be a mum, she'll be great. Trust me!'

'I know she will because she's got you, and you've got her. You're lucky Maconie, very lucky' it was the first time such words had slipped from Mo's mouth when talking about Jac, but she meant it.

'Hey thanks. But don't think those soft words are getting you out of babysitting duties!'

'Who said anything about getting off babysitting duties? You won't be able to get rid of Aunty Mo!' Ms Effanga chuckled just as her pager went off 'I'll catch you later, drinks after work?'

'Sure. Catch you in a bit you old softy!' Smiled Maconie as he got back on with his walk and Mo dashed off.

Jonny slipped out of Mo's car and shut the door as quietly as he could. The cold air stunned his face a little as he briskly walked up the drive to his front door. The street lights, as well as their automatic porch light, lit up his route. The Nurse dug deep in his coat pocket and pulled out his forever growing set of house keys. The car the married couple had driven to work in that morning was now parked neatly on the drive. He slid the key into the lock, twisted in whilst simultaneously pushing the oak door open. He briefly waved to Mo as she sped off, before hurriedly shutting the door behind him desperately trying to lock the cold air out.

The temperature inside was noticeably warmer than outside. The under floor heating working at full blast, warming the male's feet as he slipped his shoes off. It added to the homely feel they had tried to create.

'Jac?' the tired Nurse called out quietly 'Jac are you there?' He walked through the hall and opened the door into the living room. Their flat screen television lit up the room, as well as the metal free standing lamp in the corner. On one of the corner leather sofas lay Jac, fast asleep. She'd wrapped herself in one of their many snug blankets.

Her husband smiled to himself as he stood in the door way. Admittedly it was one of the greatest sights he would ever have the privilege of seeing; his wife completely at ease. It was no news to anyone that her life hadn't been the easiest and getting Jac to relax had always been a problem.

Jonny walked over to her side and sat beside her on the sofa, brushing her hair off her beautiful face and kissing her forehead. Slowly the sleepy woman stirred.

'Hello there sleepy'

'I must have fallen asleep' she tried to explain

'Hey, that's fine but now your loving Husband has come home to take you to bed' looking at the carriage clock on the mantel piece her carried on 'it's half eleven'

'Well that sounds good to me' she smiled as she sat upright and rubbed her eyes, yawning. Jonny stood up and then took Jac's hand and helped her up of the sofa, followed by giving her a long hug and holding her close. 'Come on then Mrs Maconie, let's get you to bed' he whispered as he gently guided her to the stairs 'I'll be up soon, just gotta lock up' He briefly watched as the consultant slopped up their rather grand stairs. She was stunning, even when pregnant; lose fitting trousers, a neutral coloured shirt draped over their unborn child and a dark blue cardigan.

By the time Jonny had made it upstairs, changed into his night trousers and a clean t-shirt his exhausted wife was fast asleep in bed. He climbed into their king-size bed alongside her, wrapped his arms around Jac's warm body and pulled the duvet securely around her. Then turning his side light off he settled himself down to sleep. At that moment their unborn daughter kicked away inside her mother and that's when it hit him with a force so strong he held the woman tighter; Mo was right, he was incredibly lucky.