A Maconnie Wedding

Breakfast

"Morning! Have you got your dress yet Naylor?" Fletch breezed into her office a week later, baring two coffees and a brown bag.
"Pft no. Plus I won't be wearing a dress." She scoffed, not looking up from the paperwork which she was currently signing off.
"Alright then. Anyway I bought breakfast. I'm assuming you haven't eaten today?" He asked and made his way over to the desk.
"Eating slows me down. Plus with Emma going to school now, I don't have time in the mornings." The woman replied, finally looking up at him through her glasses. Fletch thrust the bag forwards, dangling it in front of her nose. "You have it, I'm not hungry."

Jac watched as the man produced yet another brown paper bag from his pocket.
"Already got one. Take it Jac. Please?" The surgeon shook her head, resigning and took it from his outstretched hand.
"Fine." She watched as his face broke into a broad boyish grin, pleased with himself. She dumped the food beside her stack of folders. "After I've finished this though."
"Okay. Up to you." The nurse shrugged and made his way over to the sofa. "So how was your weekend Ms Naylor?"
"Oh please. I don't do small talk and you know it."
"But it's not small talk, I'm just asking a question. Is that no allowed?"
"Nope. Get back to work Fletcher." She tried to dismiss him with a wave of a hand.
"Nice try. I might be gullible some of the time but not today. You're hiding something."

Jac sighed in defeat. "Fine. I had to go to my GP and get a higher dose of pain killers."
"Why? Has it got that bad again?" He asked.
"I'm fine. It's just I was messing about with Emma and...yeah I hurt myself." She waved her hand again. "I'll be fine in a couple of days."
"Jac! You need to take it easy, you could end up doing serious damage if you're not careful. Why didn't you tell me earlier?" He erupted.
"Because I knew you would react like this! It's not a big deal. Why can't you just let me deal with it on my own for once?"
"Uh because I care Jac?" He said in a sarcastic tone as if it should be obvious to her. The surgeon fell into silence and turned back to her work, unsure of how to deal with the situation. "I care about you Jac. God the amount of times you've nearly died on me. I'm so scared that one day it will be the last time that you go under the knife and you won't come back." He paused to take a breath. "Is that a good enough reason?"
"Yes." She whispered. "I'm sorry. I just hate being fussed over. I don't like being incapable of looking after myself anymore. Sorry for shouting at you." She continued in a hushed voice.
"It's alright, I get it Mrs Jacular." He teased her and waited for her to crack a smile back. She looked up at him, trying to keep a straight face but failed within a few seconds of looking at his smirking face.
"Oh shut up Adrian. Go and do some work for a change." She huffed with a smile.
"Yeah yeah whatever. See you later Naylor." He said and spun round on his heel to head to the door.
"Oh by the way, we're going shopping this weekend. No excuses. I'll pick you up at 12." He stopped in the doorframe and then disappeared out of her office before she could say anything.