My operation went really well, thanks for all the kind reviews! My consultant was just like Sacha! He was freaky friendly and cheery :) I'm going to be in hospital for a good week at least so I should get some updates up soon.

Tom dumped the bags on the kitchen counter and he rushed back to help Sam who had only just entered the flat.

"Right what do you want to do? Do you want me to run you a bath now? Or do you just want to rest?"

"Bath." Sam mumbled. Tom nodded and guided her to the bathroom, he sat her down on the closed toilet seat , put the plug in and turned the taps on.

Whilst he was waiting for the bath to fill up, he got a saline bag and hooked Sam up to it. He placed it in the edge of the sink because it would be higher than her when she got in the bath. Sam wouldn't be able to get the cannula left in from earlier wet anyway so he might as well get some fluids into her while he's at it.

He unclipped the cannula so that Sam could get undressed in front of him. He wrapped a fluffy blue towel that matched the bathroom walls around her whilst the bath continued to fill and clipped the saline back on again.

Once ready, Sam handed Tom the towel and slipped into the warm, heavenly, relaxing bath. Sam rested her head on the back of the bath, the water just covered the top of her bump. She closed her eyes and Tom quietly left her to relax so that he could prepare a cozy night in for them.

Once the water began to cool, Sam slowly stood up and wiped the excess water off of her body with one hand, the other still dry with a cannula in it. Sam stepped out and wrapped the towel around her. Luckily to was a large towel so it still wrapped her entire body including her bump.

Sam slipped into the bedroom once she'd unclipped the cannula and pulled on a pair of comfortable tracksuits that she often used as pyjamas, and a strappy, white t-shirt.

Sam walked into the living room to find that it felt warm and cosy. Tom had made the two sweater sofa more comfortable by covering it in the blankets that were normally under her bed and the duvet was ready to pull over them. On the TV was the movie menu for Monsters University (I know it's not out on DVD yet but oh well...) and on the table in front of the sofa was a few bowls. There was her favourite pregnancy craving; dolly mixture sweets, a bowl of salt popcorn, some cut up watermelon in a plastic container and some bottles of water and innocent fruit smoothies with curly straws coming out of them.

"How old do you think I am?" Sam joked as she saw the straws.

"Well, if I had to judge by your mood swings, I'd say 15" he joked as he put some bread in the toaster.

"Tom, it's sweet but I'm really not hungr-"

"Sam, Zoe threatened to castrate me if I didn't get you to eat; so you're eating." Tom stated firmly.

"Zoe said that?"

"Well, not in so many words but pretty much yes. Oi, where's your saline?"

"I've finished the bag Tom." She lied.

"Well, the third bag's over here. Come on I'll hook you up."

"No Tom, it's making me bloated." Sam admitted quietly.

"Alright then, but you've got to start drinking plenty okay?"

"Fine. Why Monsters University?"

"Because I thought we could do with a laugh and I thought that after your nightmare yesterday, a scary movie might be pushing it."

Sam knew he was right, she just didn't want to admit it. Tom popped the bread out of the toaster, knowing that Sam preferred what he called 'Hot bread' rather than toast. He lightly buttered three slices, cut them in half and put them on a plate.

He got onto the sofa first, brought his feet up onto the sofa next to him and placed the plate of toast on the table while Sam got cosy next to him. Once she was snuggled up next to Tom, he pulled the double duvet over the two of them and put the plate on his lap.

Sam took a piece and nibbled slowly on it, making sure that she chewed it as much as she could before swallowing so that she would digest the food quicker. Tom pressed play and also took a bit of toast.

At the end of the movie it was nearly 3pm. Tom had one arm around sam's shoulders and the other hand on her stomach so that he could feel the occasional movements of their child as well as Sam. She hadn't fallen asleep because she had had a long nap this morning and in the bed and they both enjoyed the movie. Sam had eaten most of her sweets and picked at a bit of watermelon. Tom had had some popcorn and most of the toast.

Throughout Sam's pregnancy, every time Tom tried to ask about preparing for the baby he had to postpone it because Sam would get moody, upset or tired. Today was probably no different but he really had to start. She was already 25 weeks!

He turned off the TV so that he had her full attention.

"You tired?" He asked.

"No. Why?"

"Good, so you've got no excuse now. We need to start preparing for the baby."

Sam rolled her eyes and looked at his puppy dog face.

"I was thinking, now all I need is a yes or no and you don't have to answer right away but... Would you be happy if we sold both of out flats and bought a house? Now before you but in, if you say yes, I'll organise everything down to the last bit of bubble wrap." Tom explained. He wanted to be in charge so that he reduced all of the stress on Sam, and so that they wouldn't spend hours looking at houses all for her to say no.

"Yes, but I need to see the house before you buy it, and, we need to merge bank accounts."

"Yes to the second thing, no to the first." Tom said.

"Why can't I see the house we'll be raising our child in before we buy it?"

"Because I want it to be a surprise. Here's a notepad and pen, write down the things you want it to have including bedrooms, price range, what you want in the nursery and colours and I will have everything done by the time your waters break." Tom said as he put the notepad on her lap and got up to clear away the bowls and empty bottles of water.

"How much do you have in your bank account?" Sam asked curiously.

"How much have you got in yours?"

"I asked you first." Sam stated.

"About £435,000. You?"

"Just over £712,000." Sam said proudly.

"How have you-"

"Because I save my money. What I don't pay on rent, utility or food and drink, I save. And I didn't pay for my medical training, the army did." She stated.

"I save my money too." He said jokily.

"Obviously. What've you spent you money on? because you've been working longer than me because you're older than me."

"Thanks for the reminder. I've been on holiday quite a bit; I've been on a few cruises and I had to pay for myself to volunteer in Africa for a month to help build an orphanage."

"You did that?"

"Yeah, a few years back now. I did it with some of my uni mates."

"You do surprise me."

"Mmm. Now come on write the list." He demanded.

Twenty minutes later, Tom had just had a shower and got dressed. He came and sat next to Sam who was watching the news, there was a paedophile accusation of a teacher.

"It's sickening, what some people do." Sam murmured as she protectively put her hand on her bump. "I mean, how would you feel if it was our little one's teacher?"

"I know it's awful. Have you finished the list?" Tom asked as he took the full page, with two columns of Sam's small neat hand writing.

"Yeah, I think so."

"Wow, you've really given me a lot of leeway with this Sam." He joked. On the list there were many demands, some of the most prominent were :

-3 bedrooms and a study/office

-Big garden with summerhouse.

-home gym or near a gym.

-Jacuzzi bath and separate shower

-at least 2 bathrooms

-Price; up to £750,000

-kennel

-nursery; your choice.

"Okay, just a few questions, first of all, a kennel?"

"I want a puppy." Sam stated happily.

"You sure? This isn't one of your non food related pregnancy cravings that'll disappear in an hour or two is it?" He joked.

"I've been thinking for a while, I want a black and white border collie."

"To look after as well as a baby?"

"Yes Tom."

"Right, I'll have a think about that one. Um, up to £750,000 yeah?"

"Yeah. If I trust you to buy it without me seeing it first, I don't want you spending all that money on a small tiny house okay. By all means go cheaper but I don't want a tiny dolls house okay?"

"Of course." Tom replied happily, she was going to trust him!

"And I don't want one of those old crappy cottages or a modern cottage; I want a modern house okay? None of the beams and straw roofs."

"Okay. What do you mean by 'your choice' next to the nursery?" He asked.

"Well I was thinking, I still don't want to know the gender until later," Sam began, she had even not let herself look at the scans because she would be able to tell even at a glance. Tom however wanted to know but he respected Sam's decision. "But you could do an ultrasound when we go back to work on Monday (it was Saturday) and you could see the gender. Then that way you could prepare the nursery yourself according to the gender and then I can tell what the gender will be when we move in." Sam explained.

"Okay, what colour in general would you like for each gender?"

"Light blue and greens for boy or a really pale blue with bright pink for girl." Sam stated; she had obviously already thought about this.

"Okay, I think that's it for now- oh actually, I just need to ask, did your furniture come with the flat?" He asked and Sam shook her head. "Right then, I've got some work to do." He said happily as he clapped his hands together and took his old laptop into the bedroom.

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