Chapter 28. Orders

Sorry I haven't uploaded for such a long time! I have just been so busy sorting everything out for my d of e and been out on duty nearly every weekend with St Johns. Thank you to everyone who reads my fanfic and I hope to upload a new one all about Sam's past in the near future xx

Sam wanted to wear her small heels but was restricted to flats. In the end, she settled on a pair of flat-soled pumps to go with her plain blue, knee length dress. She had a thin, black belt around her waist and her hair fell in loose waves around her shoulders.

She stepped out of the bedroom and met Dylan halfway down the stairs.

"I told you it wasn't a posh place."

"Oh well, I'm pleasing someone special." Sam smiled the light twinkling from her eyes.

"I'll get changed then."

Sam carried on down the stair and went into the kitchen. She dragged a chair over to Dervla's bed and casually stroked her head.

She sat there for about fifteen minutes before Dylan arrived in the kitchen doorway looking smart in black trousers and a white shirt with pale blue pencil stripes. Sam noticed a glint on Dylan's ring finger. He was wearing his wedding ring.

"I just need to get something from upstairs. Won't be a minute."

Sam sprung up the stairs and searched through her old, dusty jewellery box. She pulled out the slim gold band and polished it on the hem of her dress. She slid it onto the fourth finger of her left hand and sighed.

"You coming Sam?"

"Yeah, sorry I took so long. Now coming."

Sam picked up her purse and put her phone inside. She walked slowly from the room and down the stairs.

"What took you so long?"

"Oh, nothing."

Sam picked up her beige coat and shrugged it over her shoulders. Dylan picked up his grey coat and hung it over his arm. He held his other arm out for Sam who obligingly took it, making sure that he would see her ring.

"You've certainly made an effort tonight Mrs Keogh."

She didn't reply but gave him one of her charming smiles. Dylan smiled back and placed a hand on Sam's stomach. Sam placed her hand on his and looked down at her growing bump. It had been noticeable since about a month and a half to her close colleagues. At two months, it had been noticeable to all of her colleagues and some of her patients.

Some of her female patients had been telling her that it would be a girl because of the severity of the morning sickness. Ok, yeah, Sam had been treating patients. Only helping Dylan out really. That was why she had been permanently under strict supervision from Mr Jordan.

"Are we going to stand here all night and miss our booking?"

"Sorry Dylan. I was just thinking of our family. Let's go."

Dylan led Sam out of the house and to the car.

"I really think we can work this out Sam."

"Me too Dylan."

The couple leaned closer together, Dylan holding Sam's face gently in his hands, Sam's arms around Dylan's neck. Dylan moved his arms to Sam's waist and the two leaned their heads together until their noses were touching. They took a deep breath in, inhaling each other's scent. Then they kissed. There was a strong passion and bind between the two of them. A hunger and need that they hadn't felt for a long time clawed into their kiss.

Sam let out a pleasurable moan as she realised what she had been missing in all of those months she had been serving in Afghanistan. Dylan moved closer to her until they were pressed against the truck. A fire was burning so strong inside the two of them that they felt they could never break apart. Desperation crept in as both of them began to feel the need to draw for breath.

They ended the kiss; Sam breathing heavily, unable to stand straight, Dylan closed his eyes and inhaled deeply. He felt dizzy after that. The tremendous amount of power that seeped into that kiss had them both feeling dizzy and craving more. It had been so powerful for the both of them, taking their relationship back to the days before Sam had been on her tour of duty.

They stepped into the truck. Sam leaned back in the seat; Dylan turned the key in the ignition. He backed up and drove out of the yard. Sam turned her head towards Dylan and looked at the lines of concentration on his face. His eyes were slightly creased at the corners as he tried to avoid the direct glares from the other cars on the road. Her eyes flickered to his fingers, tightly gripping the steering wheel. His knuckles were paler than the other parts of his hands. Sam watched him flex his fingers before beginning to drum them against the wheel. She closed her eyes and listened to the rhythmic sound.

The noise of the engine stopped and the couple got out of the truck. Dylan took Sam's hand in his and they walked into the restaurant.

"Hello, how can I help you?" a waiter asked.

"Table for two in the name Keogh." Dylan replied gruffly.

"Follow me please."

They followed the waiter to their table which was situated in a quiet side room.

"Here you go madam." The waiter pulled out Sam's chair then walked over to Dylan. "Do you want me to take your coats?"

"No thank you." Dylan replied.

"I'll be back shortly to collect your orders. In the meantime, can I get you a drink?"

"Two diet cokes with ice and lemon please." Sam said, trying to be polite.

The waiter walked off to get their drink and Dylan handed Sam a menu.

"Why don't we order for each other?" Sam suggested.

"Good idea. You haven't gone veggie while you've been away, have you? I mean, we haven't exactly had a meal together since before you left."

"I'm fine with meat Dylan. I couldn't stand the thought of just eating rabbit food."

The couple scanned their menus, finding the perfect meal for each other. Sam folded the menu up, put it back in the little stand and smiled. Dylan did exactly the same then the waiter arrived with their drinks.

"Thank you."

"Are you ready to order?"

"Yes thanks. Steak and chips please. Medium rare." Sam said.

"And a lasagne and salad with cheesy garlic bread."

"Thank you. The wait will be about half an hour."

The waiter walked off, leaving Sam and Dylan to their own devices for the second time that night.