A/N: Thanks to my loyal reviewers! I'm glad you enjoyed the last chapter. I hope you enjoy this one too. I had so much fun writing it! The Thomas train set mentioned is Thomas Trackmaster: Thomas Daring Drop! And I really want to buy it for my honorary nephew… so I can play with it, it looks so much fun! (just so you know… the more reviews I get, the faster I tend to write… just saying J )

4

Sam was sat on her bathroom floor, dried and in her underwear, when Jake ran in to the room, his arms full of clothes.

The clothes fell to the floor as soon as he saw his mother's cut leg and the blood still running freely from it.

"Mummy?" he asked, never taking his eyes away from her leg.

"It's okay baby, it's just a cut," she smiled reassuringly.

"But… blood mummy," he pointed to her leg.

"Baby, could you get me a towel from my room?" she asked as she pressed her hand against her cut. Jake stood frozen as he watched the blood trickle down her leg. "Jake?" she snapped her fingers at him and watched him jump back to reality. "Towel?"

Jake gulped and nodded before running into the bedroom and coming back a minute later with a clean towel. Sam took it from him and held it to her leg as she pulled herself along the floor towards the cabinet under the sink. She rummaged around looking for the small first aid kit she knew was in there.

Sam grimaced as she cleaned and dressed the wound. She winced when she realised how deep it was. How had her razor done that? It was brand new.

"Mummy okay?" Jake sniffed.

"I'm fine baby, see?" she pointed to her nicely dressed leg. "All better. Now let's get you dressed."

Jake nodded and picked up his clothes from the bathroom floor and walked over to his mother. He put his clothes by her side as she started to take off his pyjama's.

Once Jake was dressed and back in his own room Sam limped over to her wardrobe and pulled out a pair of jeans, a t-shirt and jumper. She quickly got dressed and dried her hair.

She stood in her bathroom and looked at her glasses case where she kept her contact lenses. She bit her lip in concentration. She sighed and gave her hair a final brush and walked out of the bathroom, leaving her lenses in the case.

"Come on Jake, time to go!" she called to him from her doorway.

"Ready!" he said as he ran out of his room and down the hall. "Time for shoes Mummy!"

Jake reached for her hand and grabbed hold. He dragged her to the top of the stairs and slowly walked down, sitting on the bottom step waiting patiently for his shoes to be put on.

"I'm sure you can put your own shoes on Jake, I've watched you do it before," Sam laughed as she slipped her feet into her own shoes and taking their jackets down from the pegs by the door.

"But I likes it when you do's it Mummy," he smiled innocently.

Sam laughed as she knelt down in front of her son and slid his feet in to his shoes and doing the Velcro. She winced in pain as she stood up again, something that Jake didn't miss. He looked at her, his face full of worry, and he reminded her of his dad. The older Jake got, the more he looked like Jack.

Sam smiled, hiding the pain, and ruffled his already unruly hair.

Once Jake was securely in his car seat Sam got into the drivers seat and turned on the ignition. Slowly and sometimes painfully, Sam drove them to Toys R Us. Jake bounced around in his car seat when they pulled up into a parking space.

"Jake gets new train too Mummy?" he asked as Sam lifted him out of his car seat and settled him on her hip.

"We'll see what's all there," Sam said before kissing his cheek and locking the car.

As much as Sam wanted to carry her son, the pain in her leg stopped her. Jake was put back down on his feet when they got inside the shop.

"You have to stay with me at all times, okay?" Sam told him, grabbing on to his arm, as he tried to run towards the toys.

"Okay," he sighed, while taking her hand.

"Right, okay, where's Thomas?" Sam asked herself, before being pulled along by her three year old son.

"Let's look this way Mummy!" he exclaimed.

A few minutes later, Jake was standing in front of a whole section devoted to the small engine who he loved so much. His eyes were wide and his jaw hung slack.

"Wow," he said slowly. "Look Mummy! Lots of Thomas's!" he squealed, clapping his hands together in excitement. "I has that Thomas!" he exclaimed pointing to the train set that his dad had bought him a few months ago.

Sam giggled to herself, she loved to see him that excited. Slowly she looked at the section to see what was all there, and saw that he had a few of them. He had been given some for his birthday the month before and still had the money that Grandpa had given him to spend.

Sam hunched down in front of the bottom shelf and saw something that she just knew Jake would love.

"Hey Jake, what about this one?" she asked as she took it off the shelf to look at it properly. "Jake?" she asked again, while looking around to her side where he had been just two seconds previously, to see that he had gone. "Jake!" she called as she painfully straightened up to her full height.

The toy lay forgotten about on the floor as she quickly walked up to the top of the aisle and scanned up and down the cross-aisle for him.

"Look Mummy!" an excited voice called up at her from her left hand side.

Sam quickly turned around and looked down to see her smiling son looking up at her with a Barbie in his hands.

"Jake! Don't run off like that!" she scolded him. "That's naughty!" Jake had the decency to look ashamed and mumbled a quiet apology. Sam sighed and run a hand over her face. She looked down at him again, still holding the Barbie. "Jake? Why do you have a Barbie?"

"For my sister!" he said happily.

"Jake, honey, you don't have a sister," she told him softly while hunching down so she was the same height.

"But I want one," he said sadly.

"I know you do. But right now you don't, so we don't need to get a Barbie, do we?"

"Another day?" he asked hopefully.

"Maybe," she replied while pulling him in for a hug, the fear of losing him grew inside her chest.

"Mummy?" he whispered into her shoulder.

"Yeah baby?" she asked, running a hand up and down his back to remind herself that he was still there, safe.

"Sorry. Jake loves Mummy," he told her as he held on tightly, refusing to let go.

"I love you too baby. Come on, come look at this Thomas mummy found," Sam picked him up and held him close, choosing to ignore the pain in her leg. Her son's safety was more important, and she refused to put him down. He was not leaving her sight again.

After they had put Barbie back on the shelf - how Jake had managed to travel that far and reach her in such a short amount of time confused Sam to no end - they made their way back to the abandoned Thomas set on the floor.

It took Jake all of two seconds to know that that was the one he wanted.

"What does box say Mummy?" he asked as he squirmed around in her arms, wanting down. He grabbed the box by one corner and held on as if his life depended on it.

"It says, 'Adventures are getting rocky for Thomas!' it has all the track, a crane, Thomas and a cargo car. And look, there's a gap in the track! Thomas will fall down the drop! Does that look good?"

"Yeah! Cool, Mummy!" he exclaimed as Sam picked him up and settled him on her hip again, the reached down and picked up the big box. "Don't need 'nother train Mummy. Thomas in box, see?"

"Okay," Sam laughed as they made their way towards the checkouts, before stopping and picking up an expansion track pack. Jake smiled brightly at his mother. He was spoiled, and he knew it!

"Someone's a lucky boy!" the young checkout girl gushed as she scanned Jake's items through the till.

"Birfday pennies!" Jake smiled brightly at her, still on his mothers hip.

"Birfday pennies!" the girl smiled back. "I bet you got spoiled!" Jake nodded. "And how old were you on your birfday?" she asked sweetly.

"Free!"

"Three! Wow! Did you have fun?" she asked as Sam handed her the money.

"Uh huh, Daddy gots me cake! Thomas one!" he told her proudly as Sam took her change and receipt.

"Is he your favourite?" the girl asked, while helping Sam balance the train set on her other hip.

"Yup!"

"Thank you," Sam said to the girl, before turning her attention to the beyond happy boy on her other hip. "You carrying this?" she asked as she awkwardly handed him the expansion pack and her car keys. "Say bye to the young lady."

"Bye Miss Young Lady!" he smiled and waved, laughing when she smiled and waved back.

"Mummy?" he asked when they got back to their car.

"Yeah?" Sam asked while awkwardly putting the train set and expansion pack in the boot.

"Is you staying at Daddy's too?"

"No, baby, I'm staying at our house," she told him as she buckled him in.

"Why?"

"Because you love Jake and Daddy time. Mummy stays at home and reads her books."

"But Jakes loves Mummy too," he said innocently, as she got into the drivers seat. "Jake asks Daddy."

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"Mummy Thomas fall! Thomas fall!… Thomas okay!" Jake yelled as he watched Thomas race around the track. Sam was sat on the floor beside him and watched the expressions on his face change in a split second. He had gone from wide-eyed wonder, to fear, to relief, back to wonder in the space of ten seconds.

Jake was too enthralled with his new toy that he didn't hear the knock at the door. Sam, however, did. She stood up, the pain in her leg now a dull throb, and made her way to the door, knowing that Jack was on the other side.

"Hi," she smiled as she stood back and let him in.

"Hi," he replied as she shut the door behind him.

Once the door was shut Jack looked at her properly. Her hair was down, hanging in soft waves like it had been the night before, she was wearing her glasses, no make up and wearing ….. His shirt. He had realised when he had gotten home that morning that he had forgotten it. And there was no way in hell he was asking for it back.

"Sam," he said softly, reaching for her face.

"Jack," she replied as he cupped her face in his hand.

"You look good in my clothes," he whispered as he cautiously took a step closer to her.

"Just get over here," she giggled as she grabbed his jacket and pulled him to her, capturing his lips with hers.

Jack's hand moved from her face to her hair and the other gripped her waist, pulling her closer. He loved the feel of her against him. He smiled against her lips when she moaned softly.

"My turn! My turn!" Jake shouted while trying to pull his parents apart. Once they were separated, he puckered up his lips and held his arms up high facing his mother.

Sam picked him up and gave him a sloppy kiss. Jake laughed hysterically. Once he had given his mother a tight hug he held out his arms to his dad.

"Jake got new Thomas Daddy!" he said once he was safely nestled in his fathers arms.

"Really? Wow! Can I see?"

"Uh huh!"

Jake made his parents sit beside him on the floor while he showed his dad his new train set and all that it could do.

Suddenly Jake looked towards his mother and nodded towards his dad. Sam smiled at him and nodded.

"We gots you present Daddy!" he said as he jumped to his feet and ran over to his mothers bag at the other side of the room. He dug around for a few seconds before finding the black box he was looking for.

"A present? For me?" Jack asked as he was handed the black box.

"Open it!" Jake told him while jumping up and down on the spot.

Jack looked at Sam, who smiled and nodded her head in agreement. Slowly Jack looked from the mother of his child, to his child, to the black box in his hand. Taking a deep breath, he opened the box.

Inside the box, laying comfortably on black padding was a key. And on the key was Thomas.

Jack smiled his lop-sided grin as he looked at the key, to his child - who was still bouncing up and down with a huge grin on his face - to the mother of his child - who was turning an adorable shade of pink.

"A key?" he asked her.

"For the front door," Sam explained. "You can just let yourself in."