So I think I'm sad about Dylan, and Dylan and Sam. And yeah, I'm so meant to be studying but my degree seems less and less fun with each passing day. So to prevent that, I have fluffy stories.. only they were telling me Sam/Tom fluffy stories. Very short scenes, more than likely. Short of like a collection of firsts; I've a list, but if you do feel like throwing any suggestions I'll see what I can do.

While I feel I know one person they'll please, I hope you'll enjoy...

The day hadn't been easy – in fact it had nearer completely impossible than easy, but she didn't suppose it was meant to be easy. Somehow, and Sam wasn't even sure how, Tom had managed to persuade the consultant to allow her home much sooner than she'd anticipated, though however he'd done it Sam would be eternally grateful, relieved that they would not have to be spending the first very special night apart. Yet when she snuggled herself down beneath the bedcovers just relieved to be home, and Tom slipped in next her, Sam sighed in contentment. Leaning over, she rested her head against Tom's shoulder and allowed her eyes to drop to the tiny slumbering baby she had cradled in her arms.

Laura was completely perfect, actually Sam was certain that her baby was the very definition of perfect; she'd arrived almost when she was supposed to, and been happy enough to wait until her daddy had been by her mother's bedside before making her appearance. Sam tore her gaze from the tiny girl and met Tom's eyes, smiling sleepily at him, as he wrapped his arm around her waist pulling them both closer into his side. Dropping his head for the briefest of moment's Tom pressed a kiss atop Sam's head, and she took the opportunity to snuggle her head under his chin.

She closed her eyes, relaxed by the strong steady beat of Tom's heart. She felt his arm tighten around her waist, and his right hand come to rest on her arm where Laura was cradled, wrapping them both into his grip. Opening only one eye, Sam found herself having to suppress the tiny grin that graced her lips which she caught sight of what she believed was total adoration in Tom's eyes.

Laura had been a surprise, and definitely a shock, but it had only taken them the merest of weeks to get used her existence. The major issue might've been in knowing whether they were to have a son or daughter; Sam, much to her own surprise, had been drawn to all manner of tiny baby clothes and simply found that she had to know in order to prepare for her baby's arrival. The knowledge had appealed to Tom's desire to have the perfect nursery all set up in preparation from their baby's birth.

Sam knew what everyone said, but when all she wanted to do was gaze at her little baby sleeping, she struggled to understand why on earth anyone would want to sleep when their baby did. She glanced towards Tom suddenly overwhelmingly pleased that he seemed lost in the same trance as she was. Nudging his ribs playfully, she jumped slightly as he tickled her hip, and struggling to retaliate without jerking Laura too much and wakening her peaceful child.

Instead she gazed upwards towards him and captured his lips lightly with her own, drawing him into a short sweet kiss, before smiling at him fondly – hoping he'd understand quite how much he and Laura meant. Sam knew that they had ended up together quite unexpectedly, but even in spite of that she struggled to find a single thing that she regretted. Laura had come to exist quite quickly Sam knew. She also knew that there were people who were sure they could never have made it work; while a small part of her just wanted to prove them wrong, an even bigger part of her just wished it would work out because it was what she wanted.

Even as her eye fell shut and her head lolled so that it was rested against Tom's chest; Sam struggled to understand how she was expected to put her perfect baby down. In fact she wasn't sure that she'd ever be able to put her tiny pink bundle down again.

Thank-you for reading,

Ax