Because these appear to be all that I am able to write at the moment; but there we go - perhaps the cuteness of a little blonde family is what is required.

As I said, in no particularly order, because this one leaps backwards a few months from the last.

However, if I have been lied to in order to post - well actually, if I have - there isn't much I can do now.

Again, thank you for the reviews, and I hope you enjoy this part - it is a little different...

In theory Sam knew it was silly; her tears were completely unnecessary, and the phone call she'd been putting off making for the last three hours – would solve nothing, but that didn't stop her reaching for the phone and dialling the number. The constantly ringing was unsettling, realistically she did know why Tom wasn't answering his phone but the complete stress which Sam was feeling right now, whether it be justified or not, she really did just want to hear his reassurance.

She glanced down at Laura; Sam had retreated to her own bed because sometimes Laura seemed to find it easier to feed when she was tucked up in there, wrapping the sheet around her legs, Sam swaddled Laura gently in her own blanket. Winching slightly as her baby almost shook in her arms when she coughed harshly. Her tiny daughter's eyes were streaming and her nose running, yet Sam had been reluctant to wipe any tissue on nine week old Laura's tender skin. Reaching to the side of the bed Sam grabbed a soft tissue and began mopping at her miserable baby's nose. However her actions only unsettled Laura further and her baby's cries brought more unbidden tears to Sam's eyes.

Yet almost as soon as the cries had begun they stopped again, unfortunately only to be replaced by the harsh cough that Laura had been suffering since the night before. Sam was sure that she could feel Laura's whole body shaking of the violence of her cough. Again she reached for the phone; Sam couldn't help feel distinctly useless given her profession that she could do nothing to ease the pain her little girl must be feeling. After double checking Sam dialled a different number. "Noel," she began calmly, "it's Sam." She clarified only to be distracted by Laura's coughing and spluttering. "Is Tom around?" Sam asked in a rush, forcing the phone between her shoulder and her ear suddenly terrified Laura would be sick. Lifting Laura upright, Sam rubbed her back gently, waiting on Noel's answer abruptly realising that she wasn't entirely sure what she would say to Tom if she did get to speak to him without sounding like a hysterical mother. "Oh," Sam stated suddenly only partly disappointed that Tom was too busy to come to the phone. "No, it's fine. I'll just speak to him when he gets home." Sam concluded sounding much more confidant than she felt about how the remainder of the afternoon would go. She thanked Noel quickly and hung up, only just in enough time to place a bib and a wad tissues under Laura's mouth, as her violent coughing finally forced her to be sick.

Before she really knew what was happening, Sam found that she was crying again, as was Laura and she rocked the little girl to her chest, desperately to provide the miserable baby with some form of comfort. Laura seemed to calm for a moment, and Sam thought that she may drop off to sleep however, as soon she did the raspy breathing from her stuffed nose just made Sam want to waken Laura in order to be completely sure of what was happening to her poor baby. Sam closed her eyes, trying to allow herself to think for a moment.

"Sam." Tom called lightly, knowing that it wouldn't be unusual for Laura to be asleep when he returned from work. However given their poorly baby's restless sleep the evening before; he certainly had no plans on waking Laura if Sam had managed to get her to sleep. Tom frowned at the lack of response and moved down the hall, peering into the sitting room as he did so, before arriving at their empty kitchen. "Sam?" Tom called again, desperate to keep the concern from his tone. He wondered vaguely whether Sam would have taken Laura out, before dismissing the thought and heading towards the bedroom.

"Sam?" Tom's voice called, just as he reached the bedroom door – which stood only slightly ajar, before he pushed it open.

Sam couldn't remember falling asleep herself, but she figured that she must've done because the next thing she could remember was Tom's voice waking her and a glancing at the alarm clock beside her bed she figured that it had been just over two hours since she'd last noticed the time. Looking downwards, and shaking her head slightly to rid herself of the cramp in her neck from sleeping awkwardly, Sam noted that Laura was still fast asleep in the crook of her arm.

"Ssh," Sam hushed Tom at once, Laura was not due a feed for an hour and Sam didn't think she could bear that hour being taking up by their baby coughing and spluttering. Sam lifted her hand to Laura's head and brushed her soft hair which was rapidly lightening in colour down from its almost spikey position atop Laura's head. Tom looked at Sam in a confused manner before sitting down on the foot of the bed, she beckoned him towards her, unwilling to raise her voice in anyway which may wake Laura.

"What's wrong?" Tom whispered half in concern, half confusion, as Sam indicated the sleeping baby. "What?" Tom queried again, confusion still evident.

"She has a sniffle Tom." Sam muttered back solemnly, gazing down at Laura apologetically as she did so.

"And?" Tom asked, before deciding almost at once that he was never going to get a simple answer and quickly continued. "All babies get colds Sam, it's not your fault." Tom shifted himself so that despite been sat so he could pull Sam backwards and let her rest against his chest, he could still see her eyes. Sam acknowledged Tom's words with a nod, but he could not miss the guilt that seemed to be present in her eyes.

"It's ok." Tom tried, again, words which were met with another nod and Sam snuggled against him pulling the duvet with her in order to wrap all three of them together. Sam felt Tom's arms wrap around her gently and she let her eyes fall closed as he dropped a kiss to the top of her head before whispering. "She'll be alright Sam, don't worry." Sam nodded quickly, and turned her head a little in order to bury her face in the fabric of Tom's t-shirt. He moved one of his hands to rest of Sam's back and rubbed it gently, hoping to calm her, while he considered how to rid the almost ever-present fear that she wasn't good enough from Sam's mind.

As ever, thank you for reading and I hope that you enjoyed.

I'll try to post again a little sooner; however I've stopped making promises (I never keep them!)

Ax