It had been a long, hard and excruciatingly painful labour but even now, after twenty three hours, Margo Shephard wasn't happy that it was over. Yes, she beamed with joy at the sight of her new born son but the giant smile hid deeper levels of sadness. Christian had missed the birth of his first child, something which, on several occasions, he had promised her he would be present for. It was hugely important to Margo that both she and her husband were there to welcome their son into the world but it seemed like Christian wasn't too fussed. He couldn't even hit her with the excuse that he was squeamish, couldn't stand the blood or something like that. He was a surgeon. A surgeon in the hospital where she had just given birth to their son.
"Do you have a name for him yet, Margo?"
The midwife's words brought Margo out of her daze and, for a few moments, her smile was no longer faked. Yes, they had a name.
"Jack, his name is Jack."
Her eyes glazed over and she silently smiled to herself as she remembered the countless arguments that she and Christian had had when trying to decide on a name for their child. At first, Christian had refused to budge. He wanted Winston, the name of his father. Margo had promised to accept anything else except from Winston but for months, it was a topic which they readily fought over.
"That's a beautiful name, Margo. Welcome to the world, Jack Shephard."
Winston Shephard would never sound as good as that, she thought to herself. It had been a stroke of genius on her part, coming up with the name Jack. It was the name of Margo's sadly deceased brother, the name of the friend who had brought the two of them together and, to prevent there being a huge dent in Christian's pride, it was his middle name. After a few days, he had relented and come round to the idea, almost claiming it as his own.
"Still no word from Christian?"
The two midwives in the room looked at each other sadly as the one being addressed shook her head.
"No, no, I'm afraid not, Margo, but we're doing our best to reach him. He must be in a very important surgery."
Even as the midwife said it, she knew it was a lie. All three of them in the room knew it was a lie. Christian was not in a surgery, he was not even in the hospital. It didn't take a genius to figure out where he would be.
"You have to go, my mum will kill me if she comes home and finds you here."
Sam Austen nodded his head but didn't make a move towards the door. Instead, he pulled his girlfriend, Diane, closer to him and kissed her yet again. She reluctantly pulled away and placed a firm hand on his chest in an attempt to hold him back.
"Seriously, Sammy, my mum can't catch you here, and god forbid that my dad does"
"Sammy is such a kid's name, Di."
Diane giggled as Sam pulled her in for a hug. Everytime she looked at him, she couldn't believe her luck. He was a rich young man, 19, a soldier in the army. She was a poor, white trash girl, 16, working in the local green grocers for not nearly enough dollars an hour.
"You love it really though."
To this statement, Sam could not disagree. He loved Diane, more than he ever thought was possible. She was the most beautiful girl he had ever seen and he couldn't believe that she was with him.
"So when am I going to see you next"
"Well...gran's coming over tomorrow so home's going to be pretty hectic for a while."
Sam looked down at the ground, attempting to hide his disappointment. They barely got to see each other enough as it was. That was the problem with having a relationship in secret.
"Nooo...that's a good thing, Sam! It means that it won't be noticed as much if I'm not there. I'll call you tomorrow, ok?"
He replied with another kiss, direct on her lips, whilst holding her close to him. She was the one he would spend the rest of his life with.
AN: Ok, so that's the first chapter. Hope you liked, and please don't be too harsh! Hehe! Allegra x