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Chapter 9 ~ Surprises

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Jules couldn't help but yawn as she lowered herself into the chair next to Sam's bed. The last few hours had been manic; their friends from Team One had visited, needing to see that Sam was finally awake. She'd spent the evening moving from Sam's room to the corridor, so that everyone had time with him as the number of visitors he was allowed at any one time was still limited. She'd enjoyed their company, but they'd also asked lots of questions about when Sam was coming home and when she would be returning to the team. They had tired her out almost as much as she knew they'd tired out Sam with their concern.

"Go home," Sam said quietly from his bed as he watched her stifle another yawn.

She tilted her head to one side and looked at him with determination, "I'm fine."

He slowly shook his head, "I know you're fine, but this morning you said that you would go home tonight. Sleep at home, in our bed."

She fidgeted slightly in the chair under his intense scrutiny. A part of her was desperate to crawl under the duvet in their bed and relinquish to the sleep that she knew she needed, but the other part was worried that if she left him, he wouldn't be awake when she returned. It was that thought that had her attempting to make herself comfortable in the chair.

He recognised the look of determination on her face and realised she was planning to stay. "Jules," his voice was stern; he wanted to smile when he met her eyes with a look of pure determination. "I am fine. I'm going to be awake tomorrow when you come to visit me. I need you to go home and sleep."

"But…" she started to protest, but stopped when Sam levelled her a look that meant she might not like what he had to say but he wasn't going to back down. At times he could be just as stubborn as her. She sank back into the chair, knowing that she was going to acquiesce, "Okay."

He smiled as she agreed, "Good. Go home. Sleep. It won't be long before I come home."

She nodded and slowly rose from the chair stepping towards the bed so that she could grasp his hand. "I'll go home. But I might not sleep very well," she pouted, "As my hot water bottle is not going to be there to keep me warm."

He smiled, "I'm pleased to know that you love me just to keep you warm at night."

She shook her head, "That's not the only thing I keep you around for," she teased lightly, enjoying their banter, she'd really missed it the past few weeks.

He brushed his thumb over the back of her hand as her eyes met his gaze, "Jules?"

"Hmm?" she replied.

"Could you bring me a mango smoothie tomorrow?" A grin crossed his lips as he finished his request.

She leaned forward using her free hand to brush through his hair, "I think that can be arranged. Are you sure you don't want me to stay?"

He nodded, "Jules. You've spent the last three weeks worried about me. It's time for me to look after you. I want you to go home and rest. You admitted yourself that you haven't taken the best care of yourself because of me and I won't let it go on. Go home."

She brushed her lips across his briefly before pulling back looking deeply into his eyes, "Okay, I'm going."

His hand slightly tightened on hers before he relinquished his grip, "I love you."

She smiled, "Love you too. Now sleep."

"Yes, Ma'am," he teased as she grabbed her coat from the chair and walked to the door.

"Night, Sam."

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Jules walked into the Grocery store, plucking a shopping basket from a stack she began to look for the fresh fruit aisle. After a few minutes she'd selected the ingredients she needed for Sam's mango smoothie.

She continued to explore the store, enjoying the change of scenery and realised that she hadn't really shopped for any groceries since before the day of the accident.

After a while, she found herself in the medical aisle, she thought of her queasiness that morning and began looking at remedies that might help settle her stomach. She picked a bottle of Pepto Bismol and put it in her basket, hoping that she would not need it in the morning. She continued down the aisle she stopped as she noticed a shelf of boxes. Her mind whirred, was it possible? She tried to recall the past few weeks, but nothing other than Sam's accident had filled her mind.

She took a box and put it in her basket. She was about to move on when she thought about the possibility that one might not be accurate. Thinking that three would be a better option she took two more packages and made her way to the cashier.

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She had hardly remembered the journey home, having almost driven on autopilot. She carried the shopping bags from the car and into the house, dropping them onto the kitchen counter. She turned to the calendar they kept on the fridge and analysed the past few weeks. She shook her head as she tried to remember, but the more she thought about it the more the thought she was trying to grasp did not appear.

Maybe relaxing would help. She quickly unpacked the shopping bags before heading up to the bathroom, three small boxes in her hands.

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Slowly she sank to the floor, her back resting against the bath, a white plastic stick clasped in her hand. She couldn't believe what she was seeing. She was looking at two pink lines. Two pink lines that would change her life, their lives.

Her mind was whirring. They had been so careful. Yes, they both wanted a family, but it hadn't been in the plan for this year, for now. She laid the stick next to its two counterparts on the floor both of them had the same result as the one she'd been holding. It was conclusive. She, Julianna Braddock was pregnant.

The result explained everything she'd been denying the past few days, the nausea and tiredness that had seemed to sweep over her. Her sudden dislike of strong smells. She'd been attributing them all to a bug that she'd either picked up at the hospital or from Izzy. She lowered her hand to her belly she'd picked up something, but it wasn't a bug, it was a baby. She swallowed; she and Sam were going to be parents.

She smiled as an image of Sam rocking their child in his arms filtered into her mind. She hoped he would be happy. She sighed; his protective streak was going to go into overdrive. She wished that he were with her; he would have been so excited at seeing the results. If she had really thought it had been a definite possibility she would have waited until the morning and carried out the test at the hospital. But she hadn't really considered the option that she could be pregnant until those first two pink lines had appeared.

Once again, her world had turned upside down in a moment.

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She walked down the corridor towards Sam's room, a container of mango smoothie in one hand and a small gift bag in the other. She had spent the majority of the night wondering how she was going to break the news to Sam. At four o'clock, that morning an idea had popped into her mind and she had managed to carry out her idea on the way to the hospital.

She paused at his door bracing herself before she entered. Inhaling deeply she pushed the door and walked into his room a smile crossing her lips as she saw him sitting in bed his eyes meeting hers.

"Morning," he welcomed her warmly, shifting slightly in bed as she approached. "Is that a mango smoothie?" He asked hopefully.

She nodded, handing him the container, "Made fresh this morning."

He took the container and studied her, if anything she looked even more tired than she had the day before, maybe sending her home had been the wrong decision. "Jules," he started his voice laced with concern, "Are you okay?"

She tilted her head to one side, "I am now. Drink your smoothie." He took the lid off the container and took a sip, grinning as the delicious liquid slithered down his throat. When he'd finished his first sip he replied, "That was delicious."

"I'm pleased you enjoyed," she replied as she pulled the chair towards his bed before sitting.

When he'd finished his drink he noticed the small gift bag she had placed on the floor beside the chair. "You brought me a gift?" he asked, curiosity getting the better of him.

She smiled, "Maybe." She lifted the gift bag from the floor, handed it over to him, and began to fidget nervously as she waited for him to open it. Her stomach churned and her heart pounded in her chest.

Sam opened the bag, not sure what he was expecting to find, but he certainly wasn't expecting to find a small item of clothing inside. Carefully he pulled out a cream onesie and held it up reading the small caption on it; his mouth fell open as his mind whirred trying to process the information. He turned to Jules, "Are…"

She smiled nervously and nodded, "Three tests are pretty conclusive. We're going to have a baby."

Sam grinned, dropping the onesie onto the bed, "A baby?"

Jules nodded, "A baby, Sam."

"How? When?" he stopped as Jules rolled her eyes, "Well I know how, but when?"

Jules shrugged her shoulders, "I lost track of time when you had your accident, but I've thought about it a lot since I did the tests last night. I think I must be about eight weeks."

"Eight weeks…" Sam's grin widened, "Wasn't that about the time we had that little impromptu camping trip?"

Jules nodded, "The weather was so bad we didn't venture far from the tent for two days."

"But we found plenty of other ways to keep ourselves entertained," He grinned.

"And it looks like we brought more than a wet tent home as a souvenir."

Sam studied her face; she had a small smile on her lips. "Are you okay with this?" he asked cautiously, knowing that a baby wasn't on their plan yet.

Her smile brightened, lighting her eyes, "I'm more than okay with this. I realised whilst you were in your coma that when you woke up I wanted to make the most of our lives together and our baby is a gift that we weren't planning on just yet. I really want this baby. I want us to be a family."

Sam grinned leaning forward to grasp her hand, gently tugging her towards him, "I'm the luckiest man alive."

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