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Just to remind you, in this, the baby DOES NOT have CDH, Sam's 18 weeks pregnant and Jac's 37 weeks pregnant (it's set ten weeks ahead of silver)

Sorry if it's a bit jumpy but I needed to set the story. It's set in January.

Sunday
It was the last day of work for Gemma, Harry, Mary Claire, Edward, Elliot, Jac, Jonny, Mo, Michael, Sacha, Sam, Tom, Dixie, Jeff and Fletch. They had the next week off to prepare and recover from their four day, three night gold expedition which started on Tuesday, and they'd be home on the Friday.

This time, there were two first aiders, Dixie and Fletch, because if Jac did decide to go into labour whilst on the trek, they wanted two people there despite the fact that they were all medical professionals.

The trek, was going to be ten weeks ahead of the Silver expedition because Tom wanted to wait for Sam's sickness and tiredness to pass. He knew Jac would be almost full term, but to him, his fiancé was more important than Jac.

One week ago
Sam and Tom were sitting at their breakfast bar in their kitchen, having a bowl of fruit and yogurt each whilst discussing the plans for the gold expedition. At 17, weeks pregnant, because she was so skinny before hand, Sam had a fairly significant bump emerging from her abdomen.
"Why don't, we plan the whole thing on kayaks along the river?" Tom suggested. "It'll be harder for them to get lost, and I think they'll enjoy it more." He added.
"I love kayaking." Sam stated as she moved the disgusting blueberries to one side and picked out all of the strawberries.
"You're not doing it though." Tom laughed.
"No, but I could." Sam hinted.
"Do you want to?" Tom asked. He didn't want to argue with her because Jac had done bronze when she was 23 weeks pregnant. Sam sat there thinking for a few minutes.
"Um... Yeah. At least I get to eat more." Sam smiled.
"Yes but only healthy foods." Tom said sternly. Since she had become pregnant, Tom had decided to make sure their baby got all the nutrients it needed so he made sure that Sam and himself, always ate healthily.
"Whatever." Sam huffed.

"Looking forward to the scan?" Tom queried. After their shift, they had an appointment with obs and gynae for an anomaly scan, and hopefully to determine the gender.
"It'll be a girl, I know it will." Sam smiled.
"I reckon it'll be a boy." Tom stated.
"You said it'll be a girl a few weeks ago!" Sam protested.
"Well I've changed my mind!" Tom smiled. "If you don't like blueberries, why did you ask me to put them in?" Tom queried as he looked at Sam's bowl which had blueberries at the bottom, all of the other fruit ahead been eaten.
"Because it looked pretty." Sam stated. Tom laughed and shook his head as he put the two bowls in the dishwasher after tipping Sam's blueberries in the food waste bin.

One week ago
Gemma and Harry were on AAU as usual, attending to a patient. They had been getting on well recently and Gemma was happy that Harry and Finn were getting on very well.
"Excuse me." Gemma said quietly as she pressed the back of her hand against her mouth and exited the ward.
"I'll be right back." Harry said as he quickly followed Gemma. He saw a glimpse of her blonde hair disappear into the ladies toilets. Harry burst through the doors, only to get shouted to leave by a female patient.

Harry obliged and exited the toilets.
"Mary Claire! Go and check on Gemma." Harry shouted as he saw the nurse exit AAU doors.
"I'm on my break Harry." Mary Claire moaned. Just as she did a pale Gemma came out of the toilets and swiftly went back onto the ward to avoid Harry. "See, she's fine." Mary Claire said as she got in the lift.

"Gemma! Gemma stop." Harry shouted as he caught up with Gemma.
"What?" She whispered harshly.
"If you're ill, go home." Harry ordered.
"I'm not ill." Gemma replied.
"Well what do you call vomiting then?" Harry queried.
"Morning sickness." Gemma replied quietly.
"Wh- you're pregnant?" Harry whispered as he pulled Gemma to a corner of the ward away from their colleagues.
"It's yours." Gemma whispered nervously.
"But I thought you-"
"The pill didn't work. It didn't work." Gemma muttered nervously as she awaited his reaction.

One week ago
"Where's Jac?" Mo asked Jonny at the nurses station. She was sure Jac was on shift that day.
"She's... got the runs." Jonny said awkwardly.
"Aw, don't you wanna be there wiping her bum for her?" Mo joked.
"Haha." Jonny said sarcastically.
"You know diarrhoea can be a sign of early labour." Mo stated excitedly.
"Yeah well she's not in the best of moods so I think I'll leave her to it at the moment." Jonny stated seriously.
"Lemme guess, she's had an overload on hormones?" Mo joked.
"I'm serious, she's run down and tired. I'm telling you now, she's not going on the gold expedition." Jonny said sternly.

Sunday
"Are you sure you want to do this?" Jonny queried. Jac had recovered well from her bout of... 'The runs' as Jonny put it, and she had had no other signs of labour since, well she had a tiny bit of show that morning but she didn't tell Jonny because it could still be weeks; she was only nearly 37 weeks.
"Yes I'm sure and if you ask me that one more time!" Jac threatened. Her bump was now enormous. Jac used it as a desk when she wrote patients notes up next to their bed. She stood there with the file leaning on she bump, writing away.

"Do you know if it's a boy or girl?" The patient asked. She found it funny that her consultant and nurse were always either bickering, or snogging (or shagging in the oncall room because it had become hard in the small linen cupboard with Jac's bump.)
"It's going to be a transsexual." Jac said sarcastically as she walked away.
"Sorry 'bout her." Jonny smiled to the patient as he followed after the waddling doctor.
"Mo, get that coffee, off of my ward now!" Jac ordered. Mo had only just exited the lift and she was going to attempt to creep around the ward with it, but no such luck had occurred for her.
"Um... No." Mo said riskily.
"What?" Jac demanded.
"I said no. I'm on my break and I'm legally allowed to-" she began.
"Oh for gods sake I'm taking my break." Jac snapped as she walked past Mo and into the lift. She quickly shut the doors before Jonny could jump in with her.

Sam was going to try, once again, to sneak into resus without being followed. At the moment, she was only allowed in there if she was supervised by another doctor which mean she had to be watched by either Tom, Zoe or Ash. She was merely a foot through the doors when she was noticed.
"Samantha Nicholls, out now!" Zoe shouted as she pointed to the door. Sam moaned as she spun on her heel and stomped out of resus. Sam walked across reception and into cubicles when she saw the red wavy hair that could only belong to a pregnant consultant who couldn't be bothered to straighten it anymore.

"Jac?" Sam queried. Jac turned around and immediately both women looked at each other's bump.
"Where did that come from?" Jac joked as she pointed at Sam's small bump that was showing through her tight scrub shirt; she had refused to wear a bigger size until it would no longer squeeze onto her.
"What're you doing here?" Sam queried.
"There's a coffee on my ward." Jac stated childishly.
"At least you're allowed to work on your ward, I'm not allowed in resus unless I'm 'supervised' and I have to be paired with a nurse when I work in cubicles!" Sam moaned as the pair walked into the ED staff room and sat on the sofa.

"Gold DofE is on Tuesday." Sam smiled as she and Jac both took a biscuit from the tin. Sam wasn't allowed to have them normally because it's 'unhealthy' but she always ate some when Tom wasn't around.
"I know, me and Jonny're going shopping tomorrow for the food." Jac smiled at the thought of of all her delicious foods.
"Let me guess, bovril mash?" Sam laughed.
"Oh god no, I hate the stuff now." Jac stated. Sam shook her head, not long ago, Jac would've killed for a bowl of bovril mash. "How far gone are you?" Jac queried.
"I turned 18 weeks yesterday. You?"
"37 weeks. I'll be 38 on Tuesday." Jac stated.
"Any signs of labour?"
"Nope. And it's gonna stay that way for a while." Jac said evilly.
"You can't control when she's gonna come." Sam laughed.
"No but I can try." Jac smirked.
"We found out, it's a girl." Sam smiled.
"Oh yay. That means we both get to deal with boobs, periods, mood swings and make up." Jac said sarcastically.
"I'm sure you were just as bad." Sam laughed. Jac smiled to go along with it, but in reality, she was far from the average stroppy teenager. She was certainly a lot more mature than her peers because after her mother had left and she had to fend for herself in the care system, Jac had grown up very quickly; what ever happened to her, she dealt with it and moved on.

"Jonny keeps on telling me not to go." Jac said quietly. There was something telling her to listen to her boyfriend, but she really wanted to go on the expedition.
"Do you want to go?" Sam queried.
"Yeah, it gives me an excuse to eat as much food as I want." Jac smiled but her pager went off. "Oh brilliant, the incompetent coffee addict registrar needs me." Jac huffed as with great difficulty got up off of the sofa.
"See you on Tuesday." Sam smiled.
"Bye." Jac said as she left the room. Tom then entered and Sam hid the half eaten biscuit behind her back.

"You alright?" Tom queried as he flicked the kettle on.
"Fine." Sam smiled. As soon as Tom turned around to get out the mugs, Sam quickly crammed the biscuit in her mouth.

Thanks for reading. I know this chapter's crap but I needed to set the scene and it's kind of a filler. Please review :)