*This was absolutely terrifying to write, I know NOTHING about childbirth or anything like that so please don't be surprised if I've made any mistakes in this chapter! Thank you all so much for the lovely reviews, I'm hoping to extend this fic after that gripping Autumn trailer! I had initially planned to finish off with the baby being born and tying up some loose ends before hitting you all with the 'They lived happily ever after' line but not anymore. Those of you who review, please know that the only reason I ever continued this far, aside from my love for writing, is because of you. So, thank you and enjoy!*

Sam took the stairs two at a time, which was incredibly hard with a heavy case but he was just eager to get up there as fast as possible. He entered the room quietly, not knowing if she was asleep or not, he guessed not since his Mother said she'd slept all day but still he didn't want to disturb her if she had dozed off again. Thankfully, she hadn't. She was in the ensuite staring into the inside of the medicine cabinet. Placing his case by the dresser, he headed in there, making enough noise so as not to startle her.

"Surprise." He spoke quietly, standing right behind her, his front quickly pressed up against her back as he ran his hands down her hips. She didn't even jump, she'd heard him come in and immediately stopped searching the cabinet with her eyes, letting her head fall back on to his chest to the right of his chin. Melting into his grip, she felt his lips on the side of her head just above her left ear.

"You've got good timing." She spoke lazily, her eyes closing.

"My whole flight and journey home was based around making it home for tea." He laughed, but his smile soon faded when she leant forward and away from him, breathing heavily.

"No." She panted, licking her upper lip as her head hung low. Her hands now reaching out for the sink to steady herself. "I'm in labour, Sam."


"What?" He looked down at her back in a puzzled fashion as she continued to hold herself steady on the sink, her breath quickening. "But you're not due for anoth-"

"Four weeks, I know." She snapped in between struggling to control her breathing, her body adjusting slowly to what was happening. "I think I know what I'm feeling, Sam." Her sentence was stressed and finalised with a groan of discomfort. "Sorry." She whispered quietly but it was spoken genuinely, he didn't want to question her any further.

"Right, let's get you to hospital then, do you have a bag or anything packed?" He quickly jumped into action, supporting her arm and attempting to help her back through to the bedroom. Her contraction had passed now but she was still catching her breath.

"No, there's no point." Licking her upper lip, she rested her right hand on the side of her bump as if trying to soothe herself and the baby. Walking slowly out of his supportive grip, she perched herself delicately on the end of the bed and looked at him for the first time since he'd got back. "I actually missed you." She smiled embarrassedly at her own confession but he was still serious.

"No point?" He laughed with confusion. "Connie, you're in labour, and prematurely too. We need to get you to hospital, I mean I'm a medic but childbirth is definitely not my strong point. "

"My water hasn't even broken yet and my contractions aren't consistent, they'll turn me away. I'd rather stay here until as late as possible." He just stared at her, his thoughts racing internally.

"Okay, fine. But as soon as your waters break, we're heading in. No arguments."

"Fine." Her hushed voice was small, fragile almost, causing him to crouch down before her.

"I missed you too." He looked confused. "It kind of shocked me if I'm being honest." His laugh was small but made her smile nonetheless. Resting his hand on her knee, he tried to get a look at her face but she was looking anywhere but at him. "Is there anything you need? Anything I can get you?"

"That heat pack would be good." She breathed. "I couldn't find it, my back is in agony."

With a swift nod, he stood himself back up and headed straight for the door. The heat pack was usually kept in the medicinal cupboard in his kitchen, along with plasters, bandages, tablets and the likes. As soon as he hit the last couple of steps he could hear Grace and his Mother enjoying their tea, he wasn't sure if he should break the news now or not but it seemed silly not to, they'd find out soon anyway as he knew giving birth wasn't exactly a quiet act. He opened the door quietly, smiling at the pair as he headed straight for the cupboard he needed.

"Connie's asleep again?" Audrey asked in disbelief. "She must be exhausted."

"Her pasta's gone cold, maybe you should wake her up dad?" Grace quickly added, watching her Father raid the medicine cupboard.

"Uh, no." He started, his voice muffled by his noisy movements, finally finding the pack he stood up straight and turned to look at them. Speaking more audibly this time. "Actually, she's in labour."

"What?!" Audrey's fork dropped, hitting her plate dramatically as she stood up. Sam was forced to hold his hands up immediately.

"It's fine, she's fine." He uttered quickly and glanced at Grace's worried face. "I'm not sure when her contractions started, she's going to stay here until they're more consistent, then we'll go to hospital."

"This morning." His Mother gasped. "That was a contraction this morning and I just left her sat on the settee!"

"Mum, it's fine." He placed his hands on her upper arms calmly. "You didn't know, nor did Connie. We know now and it's fine." He couldn't tell if this little speech was purely for his Mother or for himself as well. "I'll stay up there with her, we probably shouldn't crowd her though. She's never been one to take that well."

"No, no of course not." Her hand was on her chest, mimicking the look of someone who had just been given shocking news, which she had. "Does she need anything? Water? Towels?"

"I think we've got everything we need for now." He smiled nervously. "But it is only temporary, until we're ready to go and have her admitted." Reassuring her, he yet again didn't know if it was her he was reassuring or himself. There was no way in hell he could confidently deliver a baby on his own, especially not with any of the right tools or equipment.

"Right, okay, well we'll be down here if you need anything." Her voice was shaking, partially with excitement and partially with nerves. The baby was early, she just hoped things would go smoothly.

"Can I go and see her quickly?" Grace asked quietly, a look of sadness upon her face.

"Of course you can." He smiled. "Here, you take her up some water whilst I microwave this heat pack, tell her I'm on my way up." She obliged, taking the glass of cool water from his hands before heading up the stairs.

In all honesty, she was slightly nervous to go into the room. Her Mother was a figure of pure strength in her life and seeing her in such a vulnerable position was an awful thought to Grace. She wasn't sure of she wanted to witness her in that kind of situation, it scared her.

"Mum?" She opened the door cautiously, scared of what'd she be greeted with. It wasn't grizzly like she thought it would be. She was stood, leaning over the edge of the bed at an angle, supporting herself with her hands placed in the cream duvet.

"Gracie." She whispered, looking at her tiredly. "It's okay, I'm fine." Breathing her words softly, she noticed the nervous look on Grace's face, her frame frozen in the doorway.

"How long until the baby's born?" Approaching her Mother slowly, she asked as she handed her the glass. Connie had to stand up straight in order to grab the water, her previous position was easing her back pain but she wanted to comfort Grace more than herself.

"I don't know." She smiled tiredly, sipping the water and turning to perch herself on the end of the bed again, Grace followed her lead and sat next to her. "Maybe tonight, could even be tomorrow. Who knows."

"Tomorrow? But Dad said you're in labour now." Her eyes glanced down to the bump underneath Connie's shirt, her face full of concern.

"I am." She had another mouthful of water. "It's different each time, it takes longer for some babies than others."

"What about me?" Looking up at her there was a look of intrigue on her face, making Connie smile.

"You?" She laughed a little. "You were in the biggest hurry, I almost had you on the floor in theatre."

"And I was early, wasn't I?" She smiled through her words.

"Seven weeks early, you were so small." She measured out the size with her hands, trying to show Grace just how tiny she was.

"This baby is only four weeks early, so he'll be bigger and stronger. He'll be okay, won't he?"

"If he's anything like his big sister, he'll soldier on through anything." Smiling affectionately, she pulled Grace close, kissing the top of her head before the sweet moment was interrupted yet again by her body contracting intensely just as Sam re-entered the room, heat pack at the ready. "Ah!" She groaned out in discomfort, her face contorting in an attempt to deal with the agonising pain as she doubled over.

"Mum!" Grace jumped up out of the way, alarmed at her Mother's sudden outburst.

"It's okay, Gracie." Sam cooed, standing in front of where she'd previously sat as he leant over Connie, placing the pack on her lower back. "There?"

"Lower." She breathed, the searing pain fading as she tried to find her breath again.

"They're getting closer together." He moved to crouch in front of her again whilst he spoke. "Can you remember when they started?"

"Yesterday-"

"Yesterday?!" His head jolted forward in disbelief, cutting her sentence short.

"I thought they were just twinges." She breathed shakily, that last one was agonising, her lower back felt like it had been stomped on by an elephant. Becoming uneasy with the pain, she stood up quickly, her right hand moving to her lower back and holding the heat pack in place. Breathing faster, she groaned and closed her eyes, resuming her previous position of resting her hands on the end of the bed allowing her upper body to take some of the weight as opposed to her lower body and back having to carry it all. Sam quickly dropped his thoughts upon seeing her becoming more distressed.

"Maybe you should go downstairs, Gracie?" He looked at her lovingly, as he could do nothing more than rub Connie's back for the moment. He didn't want Grace seeing her Mother like this either. "Sit with Grandma, I think she said she was going to put a DVD on, probably a good idea if you help her. You know what she's like." He smiled and watched her nod worriedly before she disappeared. He could tell she felt conflicted, she wanted to stay but at the same didn't want to witness this. He understood though, as did Connie.

"Oh, God." She mewled as it finally passed, her knees buckling slightly due to the pain. Removing one hand from the bed she rubbed her abdomen with it softly, panting through her pain.

"Maybe you should change into something less constricting?" He allowed his mind to work it's magic and think ahead, he felt like things were moving incredibly fast, now knowing her contractions began yesterday, he forced himself to accept that perhaps this baby wasn't going to wait for them to get to a hospital. He stopped rubbing her back, drawing a dissatisfied whimper from her as it was actually helping. "Here." Grabbing one of his shirts, he lay it on he bed beside her. "Put this on, I don't think we're going to get to a hospital."

"I know." She kept her eyes closed, her body swaying slightly as if trying to move the pain away. Standing herself up as straight as she could, he helped her remove her shirt and put his on. It looked like a dress on her but that was the point. So she could remove her trousers but still feel concealed and comfortable. The underwear could stay on until things got really close. She looked and felt one hundred times comfier now, it helped that her contraction had passed. She seated herself on the end of the bed yet again, fatigue washing over her already and they were only just getting started.

"I'm going to call Charlie, I might need some help over the phone." He waited for her to object but she was in no mood to argue, she merely nodded and looked down. He was crouched before her again, his right hand holding his mobile up to his ear and his left one rubbing her her leg comfortingly.

"Charlie, it's Sam." He spoke with purpose, she could feel he was nervous. Only hearing one side of the conversation, she just concentrated on his voice, anything to distract her mind from the pain she was about to endure. "Yeah, yeah I'm back." He smiled but a look of impatience graced his face, the older man was obviously talking on the other end. "Everything is fine, he's recovering and doing well, thanks for asking." Talking quickly, he kept his hand movements on her leg consistent and weirdly it was comforting to her. "Listen, I'm calling for some advice actually. Yeah, it's Connie, she's in labour." There was silence as Charlie spoke again. "I don't know, she said they started yesterday. They're getting closer together and lasting longer-" More silence. "No, her waters are still intact." He breathed hard, the conversation starting to freak him out a tad. "Dilated? Uh, I don't know I haven't checked?" His face scrunched up and he looked at Connie whose breathing began to quicken again, her hand found his on her leg and gripped it with a strength he didn't know she had. "Hold on, Charlie!" He left the call going but dropped his phone to concentrate on Connie.

"Ah!" Her jaw clenched hard, as a throaty moan was let out. She let it last for maybe five seconds before ceasing the sound and hissing through her teeth. Her brow was furrowed hard, sweat beginning to bead on her furrowed brow.

"That's it, just breathe through it." He offered pointless words of encouragement he was sure she'd get angry about but did it regardless, squeezing her hand back to let her know he was still there and wasn't going anywhere. "Keep squeezing my hand, as hard as you want."

"Oh God!" She growled, her teeth clenched together, one hand gripping on to Sam's hand with a hulk-like grip and the other one placed behind herself on the bed trying to support some of her weight. Her head was tucked low to her chest for the duration of the painful contraction. Each one was getting worse. The grip she had on his hand lessened as the contraction started to fade, her jaw finally relaxing upon her deep exhalation that was followed by a series of short and breathless pants. He felt so helpless just watching on as her brow relaxed too, her head lifting whilst she stretched out her aching back. Her face wasn't as pained as it was before, still there was a look of discomfort in her expression though.

"That was a bad one." He didn't even have to ask, he merely stated it but she didn't respond verbally. A small nod confirmed his statement. Letting go of his hand, she moved it back to hold the heat pack up against her lower back again, allowing him to grab his phone again. "Charlie?" His eyes moved across her body as the veteran nurse spoke into his ear. "Yeah, that was another one." After a couple of pointless nods at Charlie's instructions he spoke again. "Thank you, Charlie, and if we need you, you're available?" There was a short silence. "Oh, perfect! Charlie you're a saint. Thank you." He gushed gratefully before hanging up and returning his focus back to Connie.

"I don't need anyone else here." She spoke the tired words slightly breathlessly.

"If it's not Charlie and Duffy then it's an ambulance, Connie." He answered her firmly. "If we run into problems, I need to know there's someone here that knows one hundred percent what they're doing, because I don't, not completely."

"No, no ambulance." She groaned as she repositioned herself. He'd got to his feet at this point, once again jumping into action.

"Right, well that's settled then. Charlie and Duffy are coming if we run into problems, they're on standby."

"Uh, I don't care as long as I'm not in that hospital." She panted uncomfortably, her eyebrows knitting together with the discomfort as she sat forward a little. He ignored her last sentence. He knew there was something underlying with this whole situation. She just didn't want to be somewhere Michael could possibly pop up unannounced. It was so obvious to him now. He couldn't really blame her but at the same time, he didn't want her anxieties to jeopardise her or the baby's welfare. His sad gaze was fixed upon her uncomfortable body before he shook his thought back to the moment.

"Right, clean towels, blankets, scissors, something to sterilise with." Muttering Charlie's list of items to himself he rummaged through the ensuite cupboards and collected a bundle of clean white towels. Setting them down on the floor near her feet he once again crouched before her. "I need to go and get some things from downstairs, just keep doing what you're doing, okay?" He nodded with her, making sure she was okay before he made a dash for the stairs again. He raced down them so fast, his Mother was instantly alarmed and appeared in the kitchen doorway seconds after he'd entered the room, rifling through his cutlery drawer.

"Is everything okay up there?"

"Yeah, fine. Where are the scissors?" Not even listening to a word she'd just said he could feel himself getting frustrated upon not being able to find what he was looking for.

"They're on the drainer, I used them to cut up the bacon earlier-" Her words were drowned out by the loud crashing of pans as he more or less threw everything out of his way to get to the scissors. "Hey, what on Earth is going on?"

"I need blankets, can you fine me some? Look in the cupboard under the stairs-"

"Sam-"

"Mum, please?!" His loud voice made her jump and instantly made him feel bad. "Sorry, I'm just-" Rubbing his free hand over his five o'clock shadow and chin he exhaled in order to calm himself before speaking in a more collected manner. "Things are moving pretty quickly, she's going to have to deliver here." He knew she was about to speak but he quickly jumped in again and spoke loudly to let her know not to interrupt him. "So I just need you to please co-operate and find me some blankets and something to sterilise my hands and these with." He held the scissors up and edged quickly around the island counter in the kitchen upon hearing Connie's pain-filled groan from upstairs. "As quick as you can and bring them upstairs." The last of his sentence was yelled from the staircase as he quickly hit them two at a time again. Re-entering the room he rolled his sleeves up in a rushed manner as soon as he saw her gently lowering herself down from the end of the bed to the floor. "Wait, here let me put this underneath you." He grabbed a towel, feeling bad as she tried to hold herself up in an awkward position until he'd laid some out for her to sit on.

"Ah!" She whimpered. "Oh my god!" Squeezing her eyes closed tightly, she once again clenched her jaw so hard she gave herself an instant headache, but that was nothing compared to the pain of these contractions. Her groan lasted even longer with this one, her head tucked tightly to her chest again. The hair framing her face was sticking to her glistening face as the sweat continued to bead on her skin. His hand was in her grip once more, his fingers turning purple on the ends as she squeezed for dear life.

"Here." Audrey barged into the room in a hurry, half a bottle of vodka in her hand and a couple of blankets under her arm. "What do you want me to do?" She placed the things he'd requested by his side. He was kneeled in front of Connie, who was now settled on atop the white, fluffy towels on the floor. Her legs parted and knees raised at the ready. She was breathing heavily, Audrey figured another contraction must have just passed.

"Nothing, that's all I needed thanks." He quickly opened the vodka after Connie loosened her grip on his hand and let go of him. He hurriedly poured the fluid over his hands and the scissors to sterilise everything. Audrey couldn't help but look at Connie empathetically but Sam's voice regained her attention. "Maybe you should give her some space, Mum. Keep an eye on Gracie for us?"

"Of course." She nodded but couldn't refrain herself, quickly moving to the head of the bed she grabbed as many pillows as she could and put them within Sam's reach. "Put those behind her back, she's too vertical. It's probably unbelievably uncomfortable for her." She briefly made eye contact with Connie who was nodding profusely and already trying to move herself in order for the pillows to be placed behind her and allow her to be in more of a laying back position. "There, see. Move her forward and stick those behind her."

"Right, sorry." He looked Connie apologetically and did as his Mother said.

"Thank you." She breathed exhaustedly, her hand brushing his arm softly. How insane, she was in labour, in God only knows how much pain and she was trying to comfort him.

"I'll get out of the way, shout me if you need anything at all." Trying to respect her privacy, Audrey had helped her fair share and left them to it. As much as she wanted to witness the birth of her grandson, she didn't want to do anything to cause Connie any distress and complicate the situation.

"We still need to check how dilated you are, I can do it or you can if you'd prefer?"

"It's fine, I can do it." She spoke lazily through shallow breaths. He didn't argue, instead he grabbed the bigger of the two blankets his Mother had brought up and draped it over her raised and parted knees before him, offering her even more privacy. He did however help her remove her underwear, as that was bound to be a struggle. Obviously feeling they were dry, he could only assume her waters still hadn't broken. Reaching her own hand between her legs she checked how dilated she was, whilst he removed his watch and rolled his sleeves up even more before pouring vodka over his hands and arms again just to be sure. His attention was snatched to the floor upon feeling fluid under his knees, it took him a moment to realise he hadn't actually spilled the vodka as he'd initially thought.

"My waters just broke." Her brows pulled together in a pained expression as she removed her hand from under the blanket. "I'm only six centimetres." Her voice was quivering, obviously frustrated that she had more of this to endure before it was over. Grace's birth was so quick and rushed she didn't really experience the true length of a regular labour. It had been hours already and she was looking at even more. Sam was shocked to find out she was only six centimetres dilated, they had plenty of time to get to a hospital but obviously that's not what she wanted. Not wanting to further distress her, he decided to let it slide. He'd do as Charlie said and if need be, he'd call them back and they could be over here to help in less that ten minutes which was a huge comfort to him. Now he just had to concentrate on keeping Connie relaxed and comfortable.

"How are the contractions?" He asked gingerly, noting the uncomfortable expression on her face.

"How do you think?" She growled in response, arching her back. "They're not even separate anymore, they feel like they're all joined together." She closed her eyes, letting her head fall back on the the pillows piled up behind her as she tried to rub her lower back underneath herself. "I need to stand up and move, or something." Panting the last of her sentence she placed her hands on the floor either side of where she sat ready to push herself up. He automatically moved forward to help, standing with her. Still not wanting to crowd her, he let her get to her feet properly before allowing her to move to where she wanted to. She went back to her previous position of leaning over the end of the bed, placing her hands on the mattress resting on them to ease her lower back pain. Trying to offer at least some sort of physical support he began to rub her lower back, drawing a moan from her, this time not one of pain but one of relief. Her head hung low, the feeling was nice but short-lived as yet another contraction hit her like a train. He was starting to feel more and more useless.

The next two hours seemed to be the same ten minutes repeated over and over and over again. Only now the gaps between her excruciating groans were becoming shorter and her pain-filled mewls were lasting longer. She was becoming more oblivious to her surroundings and more focussed on managing her pain, allowing him to keep tabs on her dilation. The last time he checked, she was nine centimetres, it was only a matter of time before she could start pushing and honestly, he was petrified. He could only imagine how scared she was.

"I need to push, Sam!" Her head flew up quickly as she cried out, she'd remained on her feet for as long as possible before swaying and Sam's back massaging was no longer having an effect, returning to the laid out towels and padded pillow back support she was once again laying back on the bed pillows, Sam kneeling before her raised an parted knees at the ready.

"Not yet." He warned as calmly as he could but he'd honestly never seen her like this before, it was painful, especially knowing there was nothing he could to to relieve the pain for her. He lifted the blanket slightly that was draped over her legs and reached his hand in gently, checking to see how dilated she was. He breathed heavily upon completing the check. "Okay, you're ten centimetres. Let's go." He gushed nervously. "Push." Folding the blanket back a bit so that he could see more efficiently, he rested his right hand on her left raised knee, the other one cupping her right calf. He didn't have to tell her twice. Before he'd even completed his sentence, she let out an almighty groan. Sitting herself up a little more, she tucked her chin down to her chest, her hands placed on either side of where she sat as she lifted herself up a fraction.

"Ahhhhh!" She called out, hissing through her teeth after finalising her first ten second push.

"That's it, you're doing great-"

"This isn't some amateur photo-shoot!" She snapped aggressively at his soothing words through extremely laboured breaths. He didn't even get chance to respond before she cried out again. Her jaw clenching as she moaned in her throat, her chin pulling down towards her chest again.

"Keep pushing, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten." Counting her through it, his right hand remained on her left knee as his left hand moved in to help him see if he could see anything. As soon as he reached ten she exhaled exhaustedly, falling back a fraction after holding herself up for the last two contractions.

"He's crowning." She whispered breathlessly, her right hand rubbing the side of her right thigh soothingly as her left hand pushed the now damp hair from out of her face. She was knackered.

"Yeah, I can see the top of his head. Two more pushes and his head'll be out, okay?" He glanced up at her, a slight smile on his face at the pure amazement of what he was witnessing. She nodded in response, her breath quickening once again as he her head raised, ready to tuck to her chest as she bore down again.

The sound of her crying out in agony was extremely uncomfortable for him, Audrey and Grace could hear it downstairs too. Their concern invited them to head upstairs and wait outside the room, partially because Audrey feared they'd run into problems and need an extra pair of helping hands. Her fears were confirmed by Connie's next series of tormented growls. Grace looked at her Grandmother nervously, she merely smiled at her to offer come form of comfort. She could hear Sam talking over her whimpers.

"That's it!" He practically cheered. "You did it, his head is out." His smile was a picture, although she was in too much pain to pay attention to it properly right now. Continuing to pant exasperatedly she lay her head back to rest for a second before the next contraction ripped through her. Sam moved his concentration back to the baby's head as he supported it with both hands, his look of awe was short-lived as her body shifted with discomfort, forcing him to glance at her face for an indication of when she was about to start pushing again. Her vocals sounded different this time though and it alarmed him, not to mention Audrey on the other side of the door.

"No, no, no!" She sat up, using her left hand to push herself up and support herself as her right one automatically went straight to where was experiencing pain. "Ah! Stop!" She panted in a distressed manner, her face displaying the level of agitation she was feeling.

"It's okay, his head is out-"

"No!" She interrupted, panic consuming her. "Something's not right!" She cried out, not knowing what to do as another contraction started to wave over her. Now Sam was panicking too, throwing the blanket off of her legs altogether with one hand, he kept the other one supporting the baby's small head. His heart skipping a beat at what he saw.

"I think his shoulders are stuck." He tried to keep his voice calm but using both hands to feel around the baby's head and neck he could clearly feel the umbilical chord wrapped around his little neck dangerously tight. "This isn't going to feel very nice but with the next contraction I'm going to pull and move him a little bit, okay?"

"Don't tell me, just do it!" She demanded through panted breaths, which soon turned into strained whimpers before progressing into full-blown cries of trauma. He did as he said he would, in conjunction with her contraction at it's peak he pulled gently at the baby's head, twisting him either way as if trying to ease him out. The noise Connie made let him know he was causing her some level of discomfort.

"Don't stop, Connie." He coached. "Keep pushing, you're almost there, just one more and it's over." He'd be surprised if she could hear him over her distressed and laboured panting but her final groan told him she was pushing with all she had left. She completed the final push with an anguished yet relief-filled grizzle. Her body almost instantly relaxing as she felt Sam pull again gently. "That's it! You did it, he's out!" He enthused breathlessly, overwhelmed with emotion, a tiny baby boy in his hands. Still holding him between her legs he quickly pulled the chord from around his neck and wrapped him in one of the spare clean towels. He was starting to sweat upon getting no grumbles or movement from him yet. The euphoric feeling of him finally being out wore off quickly for Connie, her body was limp against all the pillows behind her. The exhaustion hit her hard but she had enough strength to raise her head and look down over her body between her still raised knees, her tiny baby laying lifelessly between herself and Sam as he rubbed violently on his little chest, attempting to startle him into crying

But nothing, the room was deathly silent besides Sam's frantic movements and Connie's still laboured breathing.

"Sam, what's wrong him?" She whimpered, and sat up slowly. Already in a an emotional state, fear and worry overcame her whole being as her eyes filled up. "Why isn't he crying?"

*Thanks for reading, I hope this was okay! And not too rushed? I hope you enjoyed and please leave reviews!*