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I was making my way to the hospital for a 34 week scan. They wanted to check that everything was in the right place in my womb, and calculate roughly how long it would be before I gave birth.

Arriving at hospital, I went to Tom's room, where they said they would do the scan.

I want him to wake up so badly. He means the world to me, after everything that has happened in my life I finally meet the perfect man, only to have him cruelly taken away from me again. At the one point in my life where I should be happy, the only emotion that fills me is worry. My baby must have been picking up on this because recently, she hadn't stopped kicking.

I lay down on a bed next to Tom, rolling my top up to reveal my huge stomach. I clutched Tom's hand from the bed next to me.

"Ok Samantha, this might me a little cold."

She put the gel and the machine on my abdomen and moved it around a little. I watched the screen intently on my left, probably hurting Tom's hand on the right. He still had it in a cast so I decided to loosen my hold a little.

Finally, an image came up on the screen that made me eyes fill up with tears, tears of love.

"Well, everything looks perfect Miss Nicholls. You should be going into labour in the next few weeks."

I wasn't listening. I gasped slightly as the image of our tiny baby overwhelmed me slightly. She moved around a little, I reached out and touched the screen with my fingertips, as if to comfort my little baby.

"She's beautiful."

My heart leapt to my throat. A familiar voice rung in my ears from my right hand side. I turned to look at my boyfriend through a blur and haze of tears.

"Tom?"

He had his head turned to the side and was looked at me, his eyes full of emotion. He smiled at me gently.

I let out a mixture of a laugh, a cry and a sob, before standing up and pulling his head toward mine, kissing him lovingly on the lips. For the first time in months, I felt his arms wrap around me and return the kiss, a love that I was deprived of.

"I love you Tom. I love you."

As we broke away I couldn't stop crying. He was smiling at me and reaching out to hold my hands.

"I missed you so much Tom. Never do this to me again!"

I laughed into the sheets of his bed. He began to stroke my hair before noticing something.

"What happened to your leg?!"

Worry was in Tom's voice.

"We were in a helicopter accident. I broke my leg and ribs and you broke your arm. You were in a coma for months. That was when I found out I was pregnant with our little girl."

Tom nodded, tears running down his face. He reached out and placed his hand on my stomach, feeling her kick. A smile lit up his face.

"I love you Sam."