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Boxing Day

Martin's eyes fluttered open and he glanced down at his sleeping wife, her head resting on his chest. The house was in silence, as unusual occurrence with three children under 7, but it was Boxing Day and they had exhausted themselves the day before.

He lay still listening to Sam's steady breathing, her swollen stomach rested on his hip and he could feel their baby moving within her. That movement made his heart leap and a grin spread across his face, he had lost count of the number of times he and Sam had slept like this during her pregnancies but every time felt like the first time.

At that moment a faint cry could be heard through the wall, recognising his youngest daughter's cry he crept out of bed in order to prevent Izzy from waking the whole house.

By 10am the three children were dressed and strapped into their car seats. Sam and Martin were taking the kids to visit their friend and former colleague, Vivian Johnson. The Boxing Day sales were a very alluring prospect but Sam couldn't face the hordes, especially with three small kids and she hadn't seen Viv in a long time.

"Hi, Merry Christmas," Viv said as she opened the front door.

"Merry Christmas, how are you?" Sam replied.

"I'm great, we're all great. Look at you, you look amazing."

"I definitely don't feel it, I feel as big as a house."

"Don't listen to her, she looks gorgeous as she always does." Martin said, kissing his wife on the top of her head.

Once the children were settled in front of the television, watching the Wizard of Oz the adults gathered in the kitchen to share a holiday drink.

"So how's life at the FBI?" Sam asked, Vivian was now one of the directors of the New York branch.

"It's pretty good, you're not missing it are you Sam?" Viv asked.

" Not the paperwork, or the chance of getting shot, but changing diapers isn't exactly stim...." Sam suddenly grabbed her stomach and doubled over in pain.

"Sam, what's wrong?" Martin asked desperately.

"Something's wrong Martin." Sam screamed as blood began to seep through her trousers and onto the floor.

The gurney crashed through the swing doors and Martin had the run to keep up. More medical staff joined the team forming around Sam and they disappeared through the next set of doors, Martin tried to follow but a nurse stood in his way.

"I'm sorry sir, but you can't go any further." She said.

"But that's my wife." He exclaimed.

"I'm sorry." She replied sympathetically.

He backed up against the wall as another gurney passed, slowly he slid down the wall until he was crouching on the ground his head in his hands.

Several hours later, an exhausted doctor dressed in blood-splattered scrubs approached Martin.

"Mr Fitzgerald?" She asked.

"Yes." He said, looking up from the spot he was staring at on the ground.

"I'm Dr Dixon, your wife's surgeon."

"How is she?"

"The baby's placenta separated from the uterus, which caused the bleeding, and we had to perform an emergency c-section. We delivered a baby boy about half an hour ago."

"Are they both okay?"

"The baby is premature but he is breathing well on his own and your wife should wake up for the anaesthetic very soon."

"Thank you doctor," Martin said the relief evident on his face.

The dimly lit hospital room was filled with several incubators. In the furthest corner Martin and Sam were sat gazing down at their tiny son.

"I was so scared, I thought I'd lost you, both of you." Martin whispered.

"Don't worry, I'm not going any where. Are we Paddy?" Sam replied placing her finger in the baby's palm. Baby Patrick Stephan Fitzgerald grasped his mother's hand in reply.

The End.

Thanks for the great reviews and answers to my stupid questions. I was gonna give the baby a Christmas name like Jesus or Noel but thought it a bit cheesy, the middle name Stephan is after the feast of St. Stephan on December 26th.

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