Hello Hello Hello! I'm really sorry that it's been years since my last update but I had v v BAD writers block with this one until I had a small idea that has escalated into this! If it's a bit of a ramble, I apologise! I've included a lot more characters in this chapter so I hope you like it! Let me know what you think! I am going to finish this story in the next chapter so please read and review! AND MERRY CHRISTMAS! Beth xxx

It was a freezing cold Christmas Day, all was quiet and still in the Beauchamp household. It was Connie's first Christmas without Grace and what a lonely one it was seeming to be. The sound of the radio blaring loudly from her alarm clock woke Mrs Beauchamp with a jump, Bing Crosby's 'It's Beginning to Look Like Christmas' played cheerily but it wasn't making the clinical lead feel merry one single bit. She leaned over to turn it off, pressing the button at the top however much to her annoyance, Mr Crosby carried on with his very jolly song.

"Shut up!" She groaned, bashing the clock against her bedside table as Frank Sinatra began to blare out, "Argh!"

She pulled the duvet over her head and sighed loudly, desperately trying to block out the music. Do They Know It's Christmas? soon started drifting through the bedroom and Connie decided that enough was enough.

She hobbled out of bed and picked up the alarm clock, "I don't know if they know it's Christmas but I certainly fucking do!" She padded over to the window and tugged the curtains open before cracking the window a jar. The way she launched the clock out into the Winter's morning was fantastic, she could have easily won gold at the javelin event in The Olympics.

"Bah-bloody-hum bug." She mumbled, finally satisfied.

Connie subconsciously rested her hand on her rather large bump as she set the staff up for the day, as she did so she noticed a certain Dr Knight hiding behind his brother, wearing a pair of sunglasses and rubbing his forehead.

"Let's get to work." Mrs Beauchamp clasped her hands together, magically managing to make eye contact with almost every staff member, "Thank you."

Cal quickly tried to slip away out of sight but it was too late, he'd been spotted, "Dr Knight?"

He span around and a fake confused 'I have no idea why you're holding me back' smile graced his face, "Mrs Beauchamp."

"What's with the..?" She gestured to his sunglasses.

"The what sorry?" Cal looked behind his left shoulder and then his right as if somebody was standing behind him.

"The glasses?"

"Oh! Right, yes, well you see..." He racked his brains, trying to quickly come up with an excuse for the black sun protectors covering his eyes, "Do you remember that time I did the ice bucket challenge? Well it's gone viral now, loads of girls have sold their stories about me to The Sun, I've been trying to get away from the press all morning. It's just been a whirlwind morning, really. I need to be unrecognisable, I'm basically Ashley Cole at the moment." Cal rambled as Ethan and Lily looked on, laughing at his extreme dramatic hand gestures.

"And the real reason?" Connie stood with her hands on her hips, glaring at the young doctor.

"He got punched in the face last night by security for trying to do a strip tease on the bar." Ethan chuckled as he slid past them both.

Connie shook her head, "When did you stop drinking?"

"9pm." Cal mumbled, pulling the glasses off, "It's Christmas! I think the security men overreacted slightly."

"Don't let this happen again, Dr Knight. You're not at university anymore." And with that she went off into her office, unable to stop the chuckle escaping her lips.

"Great." He sighed, "So I'm not allowed to party anymore... God that woman-"

"It was at Gala Bingo! It's hardly a party." Ethan frowned with an amused smile on his face, "As much as the OAP's loved seeing you half naked, it definitely was not the right place nor time."

Max arrived in the ED at 11.30 with Robyn and Lofty, they strolled in laughing happily and stopped as they reached reception where Connie, Dylan, Charlie and Zoe were stood going through some paperwork quickly together. Noel and Big Mac were stood leaning over the computer, they had been trying to figure out how to turn the radio up for the past half an hour.

Big Mac looked up as he heard the three musketeers joking about together, "Good Morning, you three are very merry this morning, I must say!"

Robyn looked at her brother and then at her best friend and smiled knowingly, "Because..."

"IT'S CHRISTMAS!" The three shouted, slightly out of time with one another.

"And... I have mistletoe!" Max grinned, pulling some from his pocket, he leant over the desk, "Come here Big Mac!"

Big Mac chuckled as the porter placed a big kiss on his forehead, "Noel, the man with the best Christmas name!" He placed a kiss on Noel's cheek, and by now the four doctors were watching.

He walked over to them, "Merry Christmas!" He held the mistletoe above Connie's head and she rolled her eyes before tiptoeing and placing a quick kiss on his cheek.

"I'm not kissing you." Dylan snorted, "So don't you dare bring that near me." Lofty and Robyn watched on, absolutely wetting themselves with laughter.

"You are." Max grinned before planting one on his lips leaving Dr Keogh stunned in shock.

"Mr Fairhead." He continued to share the love and then he reached Zoe.

She looked up at her husband, their eyes locked together and they shared a beautiful silence until Max's lips broadened into a handsome smile, "Merry Christmas Zoe." He whispered before leaning in, their lips crashed together after what felt like an eternity, they both smiled into their loving embrace.

Connie watched the pair and couldn't help but smile, it was nice to see the pair happy again. The smile soon disappeared as a familiar pain swept through her though. Her hand gripped onto the side and she took a deep breath. Charlie turned to her and placed his hand upon the small of her back, "Are you alright Connie?"

"Mm yeah fine. It's just- uh Braxton hicks, it'll pass."

"Pstt! Lily! Lily!" Noel had been trying to get Dr Chao's attention for the past five minutes, "Lily! Lillllyyy..." without any luck, the receptionist tried to get the doctor's attention in another way.

He stood up and said in the most unbelievable excited tone ever, "Oh my goodness, everyone! Look! It's Eamon and Ruth from This Morning!"

Lily looked up from her clipboard and Noel jumped in front of her, "Great now I've got your attention." he grinned, "I'm not one to spread gossip, but-"

"You are."

"Guess who's in labour?" Noel continued excitedly.

"Mrs Beauchamp?" Lily frowned, "How do you know?"

"She asked me to call her-"

Noel was interrupted by Alex, "Excuse me, can you tell me where Connie Beauchamp is?"

"Can I ask who's asking?" Noel grinned.

"I am the baby's father." He said hurriedly, evidently in a rush.

"Right you are, Max? Can you take this gentleman up to maternity to Mrs Beauchamp?" Alex nodded, "Don't worry, I can find my own way." he half walked/jogged off towards the mat unit, almost knocking Nurse Miller over.

"Oooh who was that spice?" She asked with a grin.

"Mrs Beauchamp's baby's father." Noel nodded with a smile, "Ah don't you love a Christmas baby?"

"Oh." Robyn sighed, feeling a little deflated.

Connie lay in the hospital bed gazing at her new baby boy, she placed a gentle kiss onto his head and whispered, "Merry Christmas baby."

"Connie." Alex rushed in and stopped in his tracks as he noticed the tiny bundle in the woman's arms, he stared at them both for a moment before moving to the side of the bed, "Wow." He murmered.

"He's perfect, isn't he?" Mrs Beauchamp took his small hand in hers, not being able to take her eyes off of him for a second.

"It's a boy!" He beamed, "Hey little one." Alex reached out and gently stroked the new-born's cheek with his finger, "I'm sorry I didn't make it on time."

"It's ok." She whispered, "Charlie was here so I got to cut off the blood circulation to his hand instead of yours."

The mother carefully passed the little boy to his father for the first time and the love that was felt was clearly shown all of Alex's face, a tear rolled down his cheek as he held his son for the first time, his eyes glued to him. He managed to tear them away from him for a moment, "Thank you Connie." He whispered, "He's amazing."

The morning of Christmas, Connie was miserable but in the evening as she lay cradling her baby boy in her arms, she was on top of the world. She looked down at the tiny human being she was holding, she thought of all the things she could say and do to influence him and what a tremendous responsibility that was to have. What she would do with him would influence not only him, but everyone he would meet and not for a day or a month or a year but for time and eternity.

She was going to give this her best shot.