Phil looked at his watch, not really bothered about Stuart. He was constantly thinking about Sam and wondering if she was ok. "Half two, yeah Sam'll be home."
"So you're not worried then?" Stuart asked.
"Eh?" Phil thought he was referring to the sudden headache Sam had but thought Stuart wouldn't of known about it.
"Her, being out during the day. You don't think that she's off with another man? Maybe Zain, or possibly Mickey he's apparently got flu, maybe she's gone from younger men to older and is bouncing on Jack in your bed. With baby Joseph in the next room." Stuart sneered.
"What are you trying to say?" Phil asked, standing up and clenching both his fists.
"If she can cheat with you, she can cheat on you." Stuart replied, his own fists tightening together.
Phil decided for once that he would let it all go. He wouldn't retaliate. Retaliation was what Stuart wanted. "You don't get it do you? I'm not like you, she never loved you. But she did, she does love me. Even when I was gone she still loved me, that's why she kept the baby. And you know it. There's always been picture of Sam and I in her house, and there's what? One or two pictures of you?" Phil asked. "Face it, I mean more to her than you do."
Stuart glared at him before Phil sat down, pleased that he had shut him up and not beat the shit out of him. Stuart grabbed his disgusting jacket and walked out.
Sam had packed most of Stuart's stuff into boxes. At least that way she knew he was only taking his own stuff, plus she wanted something to occupy her mind. She heard Joseph gurgling in his nursery, she went through and picked him up.
"Hello gorgeous, you gonna give mummy a kiss? Not that you really have a choice eh?" She said cracking a proper smile, she kissed him making a loud 'mwah' noise. She took him into the bathroom and ran warm, soapy water. She sat Joseph up against the side and washed him gently. Joseph splashed around merrily, Sam remembered how Abi used to scream when she was in the water. She absolutely hated it.
When he was clean, she pulled him out and rubbed him gently with a towel. She put a baby grow on him into her bedroom. Placing him on the bed, he wriggled around. She gave him a little blue zebra which he waved around and sucked on the tail. Sam was too busy giving Joseph attention that she didn't hear the front door open and close.
Stuart stood in the doorway watching her playing with Joseph until she looked up and saw him.
"I've already started with your stuff." Sam said.
"So I see." He muttered, referring to the full boxes on the landing. He picked up the half full box and started filling it with his stuff from the bedroom.
"How are you?" Sam asked, concerned about whether he was taking care of himself.
"What's this? Sudden change of heart or something?"
"No, I was just checking." Sam said. "I do still care about you, even if I am with Phil now."
Stuart shrugged. "Whatever."
He carried on packing his stuff up. "So, everything with Phil like you expected it to be?"
"Pretty much." Sam replied.
"Cheated on you yet?" Stuart asked.
"No."
"Cheated on him yet?" Stuart asked.
"No."
There was silence as he carried on filling his box up, but the questions were burning inside him. And as he kept all the questions inside the anger was burning inside him. He slammed the box down.
"So was he better than me?!"
Sam looked from the box on the floor with his scattered belongings to him. Joseph started to cry from the loud noises and she pulled him closer to her.
"Well?!"
"He … he was … was different." Sam stuttered.
"How?" Stuart asked shouting. "Better? Worse? How?!"
She placed Joseph down with as much gentleness as she could before standing. "Yes he was better! Better than you! He made me want him more and scream his name! With you I couldn't wait to get out of the bed but with him it was hard to leave his bed! Especially when I had to come back here to you. This what you want to hear?!" Sam screamed at him.
"Did you try everything with him? Do whatever he asked?"
"Yes!"
"Did he ever hurt you?"
"No!"
Sam started recollecting Stuart's belongings and throwing them into the box again. He head was beginning to spin, it was hurting as he kept firing questions at her. "Did you sleep in this bed? Our bed?"
"Now; yes. Back then; no, I don't think so." Sam said, rubbing her head. Pain shooting through it.
"What's wrong now Sam? All this stress catching up with you?!" Stuart asked nastily.
"Yes! It probably is. You know karma."
"Karma? Why is it karma eh? You regretting leaving me now? Think you should have stayed with me now?"
"No." Sam said, her voice filled with pain.
"What then? What is it?" he shouted.
"It's a tumour!" San screamed then began sobbing. "I have cancer. I found out today."
Stuart was shocked and surprisingly upset. He softened. "Can it cause you to die?"
"I really don't know."