The buzzing of a mobile interrupted Zoe's doing nothing. It wasn't hers, that was sitting next to her – still and lifeless, unlike in the months she had been clinical lead. She stretched across the couch to grab Nicks phone from the armchair, hearing him still in the shower, and was surprised to find it wasn't his blackberry vibrating either. She followed the sound, leading her to Nicks suit jacket over the back of the dining room chair and rummaged in its pockets. She pulled out the iPhone, unaware he had a second mobile and picked it up finally finding the ringing phone; the name on the caller I'd was unfamiliar to her – Lynette.

"Hello? Nick's phone" she answered, slightly bemused as she waited for a reply from a woman she'd never heard Nick mention. A colleague she assumed, a surgeon Nick had worked with out in Michigan.

"Oh, hey there" the overly sweet American twang drawled back at her "can you put Nick on, please. It's urgent that I speak to him" the voice whined.

Zoe frowned, she hated women like that; ones who seemed to rely on men for everything and incapable of doing things for themselves. "He's in the shower, just now. Can I take a message?" Zoe asked, wondering what was so urgent.

"A shower? And you're there, why are you with him?" That high pitched woman questioned.

Zoe could hear the confusion in her voice as she spoke "I'm Zoe, his girlfriend. So, can I take a message?" She asked getting slightly frustrated with the girl on the other end.

"His girlfriend? Well hi, I'm Lynette, his it her girlfriend. Yes, will you tell him that my periods late and I'm just about to take a pregnancy test" she snarled, not sounding as aggressive as she wanted with her sugary voice and hanging up the phone.

Zoe sat down on the couch, her hands shaking and feeling slightly nauseous. Nick had a girlfriend in America, a pregnant one by the sounds of it; she was the other woman, she hadn't been that in a long time. She picked up the iPhone, the phone which had just brought her whole world crashing around her ears; the world that Nick had just built up again, so very quickly like a whirlwind. She scrolled through the photos feeling slightly sick, there was so many pictures of him and this girl, girl was the only word she could use to describe her; tall, blonde, slimmer than Zoe and a good fifteen years younger – they looked so happy together smiling for pictures on nights out, in group shots and a few selfies which obviously she had taken, Zoe doubted Nick even knew he had a camera on his phone. Zoe stared hard at the woman, the woman who could ruin her happiness with two little words 'I'm pregnant', she knew Nick would go back to her, she could never give him a child.

She sat the phone in the middle of the table, where she knew Nick would see it as soon as he entered the room and turned her attention back to Jeremy Kyle, it wasn't her cup of tea but somehow she had visions of herself and Nick and Lynette on there in some horridly complicated love triangle involving various paternity and DNA tests; she chuckled slightly at the thought.

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"You had a call while you were in the shower" Zoe called, turning around to wait on him entering as she heard him coming down the stairs. She watched as he turned to his blackberry expectantly, scrolling through and finding no missed calls. "No it was your iPhone that rang" Zoe told him, feeling rather calm considering the situation.

"Who – who was it?" Nick asked.

Zoe turned to look at him, she could hear the stutter in his voice and see the worry settling over his brow "it was Lynette, she told me to tell you that you need to come home because she thinks she's pregnant" Zoe raised an eyebrow at him "you do remember your girlfriend, don't you? The one who you failed to mention in eight weeks?"

"Pregnant? She thinks she's pregnant?" Nick looked amazed, if not slightly guilty "Im really sorry, Zoe but I have to go" he all but ran from the room and back up to pack a suitcase, he couldn't get his head around it. He and Lynette had been separated, and then Zoe had came back into his life and he'd barely given her a second thought.

Zoe followed him to her bedroom, what had been their bedroom, for the last five blissful weeks they had been in Holby. "Why didn't you tell me?" Zoe asked, sitting on the bed to watch him pack "you let me make a fool of myself, to think that we had something again. It was you who kissed me, who came onto me and now, now what? You're leaving me again" she stood up and left the room with tears in her eyes, and headed to the kitchen, it was barely after eleven in the morning but as Zoe poured her first glass of wine she no longer cared.

She ignored him as he tried to say goodbye, already slightly drunk and she hoped that I a few hours she wouldn't even remember her own name, never mind Nick bloody Jordan's.