"I'm looking for Connie Beauchamp" Michael said to Jack.
"Ok, can I take your name?" Jack asked.
"Joseph Byrne" he replied.
Jack nodded then went through to Connie's office, "Mrs Masters, Joseph Byrne is here to see you, he still thinks you are Mrs Beauchamp" he said.
"Right ok, I'll be out in a minute" Connie said.
"Uncle Joseph was at the wedding, why doesn't he know your name mummy?" grace asked.
"I have no idea sweetheart, come on let's go and see him. Jay are you coming?" Connie said.
"Course sweetcheeks" Jacob said then he picked Grace up in his arms and carried her out.
Connie walked out into reception with her hand on her bump whilst Jacob and Grace followed.
"Wow, this is a surprise" Michael said.
Connie looked up at him and her face went white.
"Get out" she spat.
"Babe what's going on?" Jacob asked.
"Babe? This the father then?" Michael asked.
"Mummy that's not uncle Joseph" Grace said.
"No sweetheart it's not, Michael you need to leave. Now" Connie warned.
"Michael Beauchamp?" Jacob asked.
"You've got one on me, I haven't a clue who you are" michael said.
"I'm Connie's husband, Jacob Masters. I'm telling you to leave. Now" Jacob said.
"I'm a patient now, you need to help me" michael said as he opened his suit jacket to reveal blood seeping through his shirt.
"I'll find you a doctor then I want you gone" Connie said.
"No, you do it" Michael said.
"I can't, I'm no longer Clincal because of my pregnancy" she told him.
"How many weeks are you?" He asked.
"Thirty four" Connie replied.
"It'd be a real shame for something to happen to him or her now wouldn't it" Michael said as he pulled a knife out of his pocket.
Grace burried her face into Jacob's shoulder and Connie stepped back whilst looking around, no one had noticed.
"Put that away and I'll take you through to cubicals, please don't harm my baby" Connie said.
"I won't, if you do as I say. Now I want all of you there, I'm not risking you or that braty kid telling someone" michael said to Jacob.
Grace looked up at gave michael one of
Connie's signature glares, she didn't apreciate being called braty no matter what the circumstances.
"Come with me, we'll sort you out" Connie said nervously whilst wincing slightly.
"Babe?" Jacob asked in concern.
"I'm fine, let's go" she said.
Michael followed Connie, Jacob and Grace through to cubicles but he wasn't happy, "in there" he said as he pointed to HDC.
"Michael that's for critical patients" Connie said.
"You and your baby will be critical patients if you don't take me in there" he warned.
Connie nodded and opened the door then walked in followed by Michael, Jacob and Grace.
"Pull down the blinds" Michael said.
Connie began to pull them down then winced in pain again, keeling over slightly,
Jacob put Grace down in the corner went over to Connie, "sweetcheeks what's wrong?" he asked in concern.
"Nothing, I'll be fine. Michael lie down" Connie said.
Michael laid down on the bed then un buttoned his shirt.
"Seriously?! That's not even deep!" Jacob said.
He glared at him then held the blade out towards Connie, "I'd watch what you're saying or your precious baby will take the consequences" he said.
Tears sprung to Connie's eyes as she got the suture kit ready, all she wanted to do was protect her baby.
"This is going to hurt" she said through gritted teeth as she injected him with local anaesthetic before screaming out in pain.
"Connie is it the baby?" Jacob asked but the only response he got was another scream and Connie clutching her stomach.
This scream alerted Cal and Rita who ran in which had been Connie's intention all along.
"Connie what's wrong?" Rita asked as and approached her.
"The baby, it's coming" she panted whilst looking directly at Cal who then followed her gaze down to Michael's arm.
"I'll call up to maternity" he said before walking out.
Michael slowly moved his arm and slipped the knife into his pocket worried that Rita would see it.
"Connie what's he doing in HDC? There's a cubical free" Rita said.
"I couldn't be bothered looking for the cubical, Rita could you take Grace out please?" Connie asked.
"Mummy" Grace cried.
Connie looked down at Michael who was glaring at her whilst removing the knife from his pocket again.
"Grace you need to go with Rita, it's ok, mummy will be fine" she said as she winced again.
"We'll see" Michael muttered.
"Sorry?" Rita asked.
"Nothing, nothing" he replied with a smirk.
"Connie you haven't got any proline here, you'll need to get some from the store cupboard" Rita said as she caught site of the knife.
"Can't you get it?" Michael asked.
"No, no I can't. I don't have access to the store cupboard" Rita lied.
"That doctor then, the one that went to call maternity" he said.
"He's busy. And we need this room, I'll take you to cubicals now and find you another doctor" Rita said.
"No. It has to be her" Michael said before Connie let out a piercing scream.
"Connie!" Jacob said as he ran to her side and pulled her away to a chair.
Rita helped her over there, ensuring they were all a safe distance a way as security burst in followed by Cal.
Michael dived off the bed but he was too slow, he was pushed up against the wall dropping the knife as she did so.
Grace hugged Connie tightly and watched as Michael was pulled out the room.
"Thank you, both of you" Connie said as she stood up still holding onto Grace.
"I'm just glad you're all ok" Rita said.
"Me too, now let's go home" she replied.
"What?! Babe you need to go to maternity!" Jacob almost shouted.
Connie folded her arms under her breasts and looked at him in shock, "you're telling me you honestly thought I was in labour?" she asked.
Rita smirked, "good luck with that one when it really happens Connie" she said.
"Seriously?! I thought the baby was coming!" Jacob said.
"No! I just needed to scream loud enough to alert someone and labour was my only excuse!" Connie said.
"You're so silly sometimes daddy" grace giggled.
"Huh?! You knew?! Did you all know?!" He asked.
"Yes!" Grace, Rita and Cal said simultaneously.
"Oh, I feel kinda stupid now. But I'm glad you're all ok" he said as he wrapped his arms around Connie and Grace.
