The fiery red haired woman woke up, the late sun rise slowly beginning to break through the crack in the curtains. She instantly felt safe- a feeling she only fully understood now and accepted, even cherished. A quick glance at the clock on her bedside table told her it was 8:30. As Jac turned her head, still encased in her husband's arms, she caught Jonny staring at her with a smile on his face.

'What are you smiling at?' she questioned

'Do I have to have a reason to smile now?' he replied

'No, of course not... So what were you smiling at?'

'My wife'

'I'm about to throw up here!'

'Why thank you! So what are we gonna do today then?'

'Today?' she paused for several seconds as she turned around in her mans arms and faced him, whilst racking her brain as to what day it was. 'Today's...Saturday. Ah lovely Saturday... so, what are we going to do then?'

'Well I was thinking we could go for a drive around... grab a bite to eat at a pub with a roaring open fire and talk the day away'

'Only you could possibly make such a sickening thought sound so pleasant'

'So that's a yes then?' the nurse jumped out of bed 'Terrific... I'll bring you breakfast in bed!' Jonny continued as he bounded out of the room, across the landing and down the stairs.

10 minutes later

'Breakfast for Mrs Maconie!' Chirped the male as he re-entered their master bedroom. Jac, now sat up in bed, took the tray off him and placed it upon her lap.

'A round of toast, porridge, fruit and tea? Even you know that's not necessary!' she grunted as she examined the tray. 'And since when did I eat bananas in the morning?'

'Well, you look hungry. Plus you'll need it because I thought that we could go for a walk in the countryside. And hey, the bananas mine! Hands off greedy' explained her husband as he snuggled back under the duvet, taking his banana and peeling the skin off

'A walk? In this weather? It's freezing!'

'Come on. We spend all week cooped up in the hospital, I thought it'd be good for us to get out; enjoy the fresh air and clear our heads'

'I swear to God, one of these days I'll bash your head in Maconie!'

'I'm not taking no as an answer. Now tuck in, we're leaving at eleven' Jonny looked smug. Jac on the other hand looked down right annoyed, although inside she was secretly happy. He was right, they spent far too much time indoors worrying about other people's problems rather than focusing on their own lives.

'Slow down would you!'

'Passenger seat-driving again Jac... just sit back and relax would ya'

'At this rate the only place I'll be relaxing, as you so call it, is a hospital bed on AAU'

'Don't be so daft. My driving is perfectly alright-'

'Have you seen the speed you're going round these country lanes? I'd like to meet our child Jonathon!'

'Okay-okay, fair point' Jonny slipped his left hand off the steering wheel and onto his wife's knee; the beauty of an automatic car. Naylor held onto it, rubbing her thumb up and down. He briefly looked across at his wife and smiled, before fixing his eyes back on the winding roads.

The Range Rover pulled up in a country lane car park, only slightly off the road and surrounded by beautiful frosty green fields. Jac opened her door and climbed out, pulling her coat around herself as she did. Dressed in a pair of blue jeans, brown winter boats and an oversized thick grey coat and scarf she pulled off the pregnant/casual look very well. Jonny climbed out the other side, locking the car with the key as he did. He was dressed in blue jeans, walking boots and a black winter coat; surprisingly the two matched nicely.

'Which way are we heading?' asked Jac, shoving her hands in her deep pockets. Steam exited her mouth as she spoke; her warm breathe clashing with the cold air.

'That way I think... unless you want to go off road?' Maconie pointed over to the left, in the direction of a country footpath

'You're hilarious, you really are' together they walked off in the shown direction. Jonny held onto Jac's hand tightly, having prised it out of her pocket.

'Well this is nice, isn't it darling?'

'Okay, I'll admit it. It was one of your better ideas! Although it is rather cold'

'Finally! You admit that I know my wife pretty well'

'No-no, you're right. We spend far too much time indoors, and not enough time together'

'All that'll change soon by the arrival of mini us'

'Don't remind me...So where are we going to eat then?'

'The whole 'eating for two' thing is a myth- you know that, right?' he joked, which earned him a nudge in the ribs 'I don't know. I thought we could have a walk around, jump back in the car and drive until we find a pub suitable for Madam'

The comfortable silence that followed was often broken with talk about life, their baby and terrible jokes- on Jonny's part. It was the simple things that Maconie had always longed for, and he'd unintentionally helped his wife realise what she really wanted out of life.

The married couple had arrived at, what looked to be, a lovely country pub; just as Jonny had pictured in his mind earlier that morning. They'd walked for what had seemed miles, but was only a short ninety minutes. Jac had overridden her tired and achy body to please her husband, strolling uncomfortably alongside him as their baby decided to make herself known. The Consultant had, of course, spent the entire rushed journey to the first pub they could find moaning.

'You either get me to a pub now, or you'll leave to regret it! Your child is playing football with my bladder and uterus!'

'Okay-okay, I'm going as fast as I can!'

Jonny had pulled into the gravelled car park, his wife hurriedly unfastening her seat belt and dashing out of the car and into the quaint pub leaving her husband laughing. Maconie locked their car up and carried his wife's bag and phone inside; searching for a suitable table that Jac would agree with it.

'Alright there?' Asked the barman, clearly keen to welcome any new customers

'Hiya' replied Jonny as he chose a cosy two seated table in the corner 'Nice place you got here'

'Thanks. Was that your Mrs I saw running through?'

'Ah, yes. Sorry about that. We've just been walking... seems there weren't any places to eat for miles so we thought we'd give this place a go'

'Great, give us a shout when you're ready to order'

Jonny took his place at the table and was quickly joined by his wife, who looked mightily happy to have relieved her bladder. Jac happily took her position opposite her husband and scanned the menu that lay on the side. The pair warmed themselves up with the roaring fire just feet away, just had Jonny had wished. Both their coats lay on the back of their chairs, as the heat from the building hit them.

'I'll have the fish and chips, with a glass of water- please' ordered the Consultant

Jonny didn't dawdle, knowing how grumpy she became when hungry

'Righty ho!' he jumped up from his seat and, carrying the menu, walked over to the bar to the same man who had first greeted him. From where the red haired woman was sitting she could hear her husband lighting up a conversation with the male. That's what she loved about him; his easy ability to take to anyone. His charisma, warmth and comedy made him her Jonny.

'So you tired now?'

'You try walking for miles whilst carrying a foetus' replied Jac, her arms crossed above her bump, staring directly at the male.

'I'll take that as a yes then...' Jonny remarked whilst swigging his second beer out of the glass 'I remember when my weekends were filled with drunken parties and arriving home at an unreasonable hour. Look what you've done to me Jac!'

'I have done nothing to you. Look what you've done to me!' pointing drastically at where their child lay within her 'Was it not you who said not so long ago that they wanted a wife, a family, a dog, and house with roses over the doors, the whole shebang?'

'That was I! I've swapped those dramatic years for a much quieter life- with my wife'

'It's not all that bad. Nights in front of the television, meals out...not complaining are you?'

'Would I do such a thing?!...Come on then Mrs Maconie, humour me with baby names'

'We've been through this a dozen times. How the hell do you name a child before it's born?'

'Josephine? Mary? Susie?' at each suggestion Naylor raised her eyebrows further in disbelief 'I know- I know, I've got it! Caroline?'

'Funny, very funny' she replied, resisting the urge to crack a smile 'If you think I am naming our child with such ridiculously old fashioned names then you're sadly mistaken Jonathon'

'You suggest something then'

'How about no. I'm sure even we can think of something far nearer the time'

'Have it your way then. The nursery? Now that's something we have to talk about'

'You win. I was thinking you could do it...or rather I'm telling you you're doing it. I get the pleasure of carrying your child; it's only fair you do your bit'

'You actually trust me to decorate our child's nursery?'

'No, not really but it doesn't appear we have any other options'

'Terrific! We can go shopping tomorrow' Before Jac had time to argue a casually dressed waiter interrupted with their food, a welcome sight after an hour and a half of walking.

As the winter sun began to set at an unreasonably early hour Jac decided she'd had enough and she'd rather like the comfort of her own home. The Scotsman on the other hand seemed fairly happy where he was, as he finished another pint.

'Right come on then' she announced, taking her coat from the back of the chair and slid it on whilst standing up.

'Where?...Home? Okay-okay I'll bring the car round the front' replied Jonny, retrieving the vehicles keys from his pocket.

'I don't think so!' argued Jac, grabbing the keys off him 'You've had two pints. I'll drive' the female marched out of the warm pub and into the cold atmosphere. Jonny obediently followed his wife, whilst zipping up his coat.

'Bye. See you again' he hurriedly shouted after him to the bar man, who chuckled to himself at the sight of the woman with her fella so clearly wrapped around her little finger.

Jac climbed into the driver's side, neatly squeezing behind the steering wheel and adjusting the seat accordingly for herself. Jonny jumped in the other side, fastening his seat belt up and rubbing his hands together warming them up. As soon as the ignition had started he put the heated front seats on in an attempt to warm the cold, cream leather seats up.

'Next time you suggest going for a pub lunch, how about you stick to soft drinks? Or even better, water!' moaned Jac as she reversed from the parking space and speed out of the car park and into the country lanes.

'Yes ma'am!' replied the male, evidently trying to get out of what could become a tense situation. His wife drove at speed through the windings roads, clearly ignoring her orders to her husband hours before. Jonny didn't complain though; she was the safest person he knew behind the wheel thanks to years of surgical training and a steady hand. Instead the male turned on the high-tech music player which was connected via Bluetooth to both their phones. He scrolled through his music list and picked 'I love you'- turning the music up and playing it full blast whilst singing along. The tempo made Jac put her foot down, her eyes still transfixed on the road.

By 7pm Jonny was lying on the sofa with the flat screen television on watching some film that had appeared. The roaring fire warmed the large living room, and the dimmed lighting added a sense of winter to the surroundings. He sipped warm tea from his favourite mug, one hand behind his head.

Jac opened the living room door; dressed in oversized pyjamas and a dressing gown- red from her long soak in their bath. Her long hair hung below her shoulders; silky smooth.

'Budge up' she whispered as she stood beside Jonny. He stayed lying on his back, whilst his wife climbed in between his legs and rested her head on his chest. Jonny wrapped his arms around her wife's shoulders and kissed her head.

'I love you sweetheart' he whispered into Jac's hair

'I love you, too'