Tears were pouring Dow her cheeks as she sniffled and dabbed her eyes, Sam delicately placed his hand on her dressing gown clad back she nestled into his embrace.

Connie gingerly rubs her lower abdomen in an attempt to settle her stomach, a low lying nausea, Connie gave a shudder but was soon forced to clamber from the bed, her hand clamped to her mouth.She'd barely made it to the bathroom before sam was by her side. As she slumped by the toilet Sam crouched beside her, one hand holding her hair from her face and the other rubbing soothing circles into the small of her back until the sickness finally subsided. Her throat burned and Connie almost let out a strangled sob. It put her in mind of being pregnant with Grace but she had been so alone and now Sam was here, well he was around last time much to her disgust. Connie allowed herself to hover over the sink and softly fell back into his embrace for a short moment before embarrassment took over and she scrambled to her feet, washing her face at the sink.

"You know we'll be ok, we always are," Sam spoke quietly "let's get this over and done with and we can face it together" he added "im 49 years old, I struggled last time with grace, how the hell am I going manage this time" the sobs cascading down her face.

She perched her self on the toilet, after a few moments she held out the stick in her Petite sweat coated palm, as he stepped closer and picked up the stick and twiddled around his fingers, the wait felt like an age he finally looked down and with his big needing eyes and there finally the two prominent liners were outlined for them both to see.


"I'm getting used to the idea" placing a hand to her delicate petite bump that was beginning to form, as he began rubbing his fingers up and down, "ah that great news, isn't it baby, as he lowered his head to her bump. "I'm 9 weeks pregnant and you've already started speaking to bump to bloody loon," "yeah that's my little peach in thier and I can't wait to meet you" he kissed her bump, "Sam you bloody freak" she laughed. I'm going to like a bloody elephant at the end of this pregnancy I'm already showing, I didn't show till I was 16 weeks with grace. "That's our little baby in there can you believe it", "yes I can believe it as they keep making me throw up."

Sam placed a coffee on her bedside table with some toast as she was struggling to keep anything down. Just then Connie gave a shudder but was soon forced to clamber from the bed, her hand clamped to her mouth.She'd barely made it to the bathroom before sam was by her side. As she slumped by the toilet Sam crouched beside her, one hand holding her hair from her face and the other rubbing soothing circles into the small of her back until the sickness finally subsided. "Thanks baby mummy loves you too, time to get ready for work" she spoke lazily whipping her mouth.