Chapter two:
Joseph had just crawled back into bed and snuggled up alongside Jac, when he heard his phone vibrate itself off the kitchen counter and hit the floor. "Shit" he grumbled to himself as he hauled himself out of bed again. Bleary eyed and shirtless, Joseph crept back into the kitchen and fumbled around on the floor for his phone, trying desperately hard not to disturb his sleeping girlfriend and son. He had one new message and a missed call from a number he didn't recognise, he opened the message and sat down on the sofa to read it, the blood draining from his face as he realised who the sender was.
The message read:
"Joseph. I'm in England for the day and I want to see my son. Meet me in the coffee shop outside Kings Cross station at 11.00 tomorrow. Faye."
The message was sent yesterday evening, Joseph looked at his watch, he had two hours to get from Jac's small flat in Holby to London, he was going to have to leave now if he was to get there in time. Faye was back and she was expecting them, as she always did, expecting Joseph to just drop everything and bow to her every need. Joseph resented his ex-wife deeply for this but at the end of the day, Harry had a right to know his mother and he wasn't going to deny him of that right. After several failed attempts to wake Jac, who even when not pregnant, was a deep sleeper Joseph scribbled a note for her and left it on her bedside- he would call her later, he resolved as he strapped Harry into the car.