The Second Of May.
Tuesday, 2nd May, 2007.
Sam looked at the newspaper laying on her desk and sighed. The sadness she had been bottling up inside for the past week was getting to her. She took a shaky breath and tried to focus back on her work, but her mind kept wondering. She wondered what it would have looked like.
Fair, like her, or tanned, like him?
Blonde, like her, or black, like him?
Blue, like her, or brown, like him?
Female or male?
She had already picked out names – Violet May or Lucas Thomas? Sam's eyes filled with tears as she tried to push the thoughts out of her mind. She blinked then away and looked around the office, but the tears fought their way back when her eyes set sight on Stuart. There he was, scribbling away, looking as if he had not a worry in the world.
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Stuart felt Sam's eyes upon him from the other side of the room. He looked up at her, staring into her watery blue eyes. She managed a small smile before going back to her work. Stuart wondered why she seemed so sad. Time of the month? Stuart had no idea what went on in a woman's mind.
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Phil watched Stuart watching Sam from his desk. Phil's eyes narrowed. He could tell Stuart had no idea why Sam had been so miserable the past week. Phil knew. He wondered what it would have looked like.
Blonde, black?
Blue eyes, brown eyes?
Ivory, tanned?
Female, male?
Whatever it would have been, Phil was sure he would have loved it. He loved it's mother, so it went without saying. He sighed sadly. Sam would have been a fantastic mother second time round, even if it did involve Stuart. Phil shook his head at the thought of Stuart. He should have been there for Sam when she needed him the most. Then again, if she was still pregnant, she wouldn't have been sent to Romania with him. And then they wouldn't have gotten together. Even though he she had dumped him, he still loved her like no other. Sam looked up and caught Phil staring at her. She smiled at him, and he smiled back, before going back to their individual work.
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Stuart couldn't stand it anymore, Phil and Sam looking at each other like loved-up teenagers. Like they had a secret message between them, which could be re-lived with just a simple look. The way that Phil understood what was going on inside of Sam's head with just one look. Stuart grimaced.
He hated being undermined.
When Sam & Phil returned from Romania a couple, he was livid. Only a few weeks after they had split, here she was schtupping Phil. The whore. He hated her. What about him? While she was swanning around overseas with Phil, he was alone in London, and although he wouldn't openly admit it, he was saddened at the loss of his child. He really did have plans for Sam and their baby, but as soon as it was gone, so was Sam. But he felt his rage slip away when Sam dumped Phil. He decided that he was going to make an effort this time, and find out why Sam seemed so blue.
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"Hey."
Sam looked up from her work at Stuart. "Hi."
"Listen, you…erm…seem a little down. What's up?" Stuart looked genuinely concerned, something he hadn't done in a while.
Sam felt a tear roll down her porcelain cheek. "The second of May." She said. "The day our baby was due."