Still in a daze, Samantha drove herself home. The printed off picture of the baby on the passenger seat.

She let herself in and sat on the couch, staring at the picture. That's my baby...I'm gonna be a mom! A smile played across her lips. How am I gonna tell Paul? He's going to be so excited! Scenario's replayed through her mind of how she could tell her childhood sweetheart. She finally decided on a romantic candle-lit meal.

She made her way back into her car and to the store to collect the ingredients for Paul's favourite meal: Chicken New Yorker.

Walking through the aisles, she came across the baby clothes. Spotting a tiny pair of pink booties, Samantha couldn't help but pick them up and stroke the soft velour texture. An older woman reached past her to retrieve some baby-grows.

'I'm having a baby' Samantha told the stranger

'Congratulations!' The woman exclaimed. 'My daughter's just had a little boy, what are you having?'

'A girl' she replied with a huge smile.

'Aww! Do you have any names?'

Not taking her eyes from the booties in her hand, 'Yeah, Grace Louise Wallace'

'That is gorgeous!' The woman told her, placing a hand on Samantha's arm.

'Well, good luck with everything'

'Thank you' Samantha shouted back as the woman was walking away.

The candles were lit, the wine was poured (One glass for Paul and a glass of Grape juice for Samantha), and the meal was cooking nicely. Samantha had changed into a white summer dress and was applying lip-gloss when she could hear Paul's keys turning in the lock. She quickly put the gloss back into her back and straightened out her hair.

'Sammy?' Paul called when he opened the door. She hated it when he called her Sammy, but whenever she told him, he just said he was joking, and that she was too sensitive.

Through gritted teeth, she called back 'In here'

'Why's it so dark?'

'Cos I'm making us a romantic meal'

'Cant we have a romantic meal with the lights on? Anyway, I've just finished a 7 hour shift at the hospital, I'm more in the mood for a beer and ESPN'

But I've tried so hard. He could be a really insensitive sometimes, but he was a sweetie more often than not. 'I've got something important to tell you though, and I've made you your favourite'

'Spaghetti Bolognese?'

'No...I thought it was Chicken New Yorker...' Samantha said, a little deflated

Paul scoffed, 'Chicken New Yorker? You're joking! You know after that meal we had in that restaurant that I can't stand it. Or you should do...'

Samantha looked down to the floor. 'I-I'd forgotten'

'So you've just wasted what little money we've got on a meal I don't like?'

'Don't be like that, Paul'

'Don't tell me what to be like, Samantha! I've just come home from a 7 hour shift at the hospital, what have YOU done today?' He scolded

'I've been busy making this meal to tell you something important!' Samantha shouted back

'Don't shout at ME!'

'I'm not shouting' Samantha calmed herself. She didn't want to fight with him, today of all days

'What's this news then?' Paul asked, turning the lights on, making a point of sitting down at the table and looking to his young wife. She would have been happy with the act, if he didn't have such an impatient look on his face.

'I don't want to tell you like this'

'Just tell me, Samantha'

'Okay...' She said sitting down across from him. 'As you know, I went to the doctors today 'cos I've been so tired and worn out and I got the results from my blood tests...'

'...and? I've got a game on in 10 minutes' he said, checking his watch.

Well let me speak! She thought. 'I'm pregnant'

Silence.