It was hard to take in so much information at one time, and Sam felt her hand slowly moving towards her stomach, although she wasn't sure why. Martin's eyes fell softly across her face, trying to read her feelings. Samantha couldn't help but look away.

"Do you know… how long?"

Martin wasn't sure what she meant at first, or how she felt, but he put a hand over hers again, and looked deep into her eyes.

"You're about nine weeks, apparently," He stroked her hand gently, "But I'm here with you, every step of the way, I want you to know that,"

"Is the baby okay?"

Martin was sort of glad that she was talking about its health; it meant she actually cared about it, which was great. He hadn't been so sure about them having a child at first, but now he was a little bit excited, and just hoped she would be okay with the whole thing.

"Yeah, its fine… you both are," He smiled at her, reassurance shining from his face. She smiled back.

"If you're not sure about this, we don't have to have this baby," her eyes dropped a little, focusing in her lap "I mean… we've got time if you don't want to rush into this,"

"It's more important that you want the child… our child,"

The mere fact that he used the word 'our' made Samantha certain that she was making the right decision. She squeezed his hand, feeling a little more life running through her body. Smiling, she nodded.

"Of course I do… I'm just…"

Before she could say a word more, Martin's lips were pressed on hers; melting everything she had wanted to say to him away. The past two days, to her, had only really been a few hours, but she knew that they had seemed like an eternity to him, waiting, worrying and waiting some more. She was glad he had waited though… without him; she wasn't sure what to do. Gently moving away, Martin took a quick look at the beautiful woman who was carrying his child, and smiled back at her.

"I'll let you rest now if you want…" He started to walk out of the hospital room, but turned, feeling Samantha's eyes on his back.

"Hold me," Her eyes glistened, almost hiding the tired look sweeping across her face, "Please,"

Without so much as a hesitation, Martin did as he was asked, and slid onto the bed, holding Samantha gently round the waist, kissing her neck softly. She felt his breath on her shoulders, finding it soothing.

"Uh, Miss Spade…" The nurse opened the door slightly and stuck her head round it. Seeing Sam and Martin snuggled on the bed, she left them, "I'll come back a little later,"

Sam's eyes started to flutter shut, the pain killers taking affect again, and Martin felt her body go limp. He kissed her cheek one last time and snuggled down, his face buried in her soft blonde hair.

"I love you, Martin,"

It was the last thing she said, but it was the one thing that assured Martin that he would not get a wink of sleep that night. Quietly, as not to wake her, he climbed out of the bed, and sat down on a chair in the corner, a silent tear rolling down his cheek. It was only now that he realized just how close he had got to losing her, and he was now sure that it would never happen again.

THE END

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OR IS IT?

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Samantha sat on her bed, the bundle of blankets tucked gently but firmly inside her arms, two tiny hands sticking out, with 10 tiny fingers scrunching into fists, and then back out straight as the 'bundle' slept. Silently, Martin sat down on the bed, just behind Samantha, and rested his head on her shoulder, peering into the precious 'object' in Sam's arms.

"This is your Daddy, Jen, and he's going to help look after you, just like he looked after Mommy when she was sick. He's the bestest Daddy in the world, you're going to really love him, in fact you already do, just like I do. And together, we're never going to leave you, we're going to stand by you, and make sure nobody hurts you because you're the most wonderful thing which has ever happened to us," Samantha lightly kissed the sleeping baby's head.

Martin grinned. Surrounded by the two most gorgeous girls in his life, and the two people who meant the most to him, he couldn't possibly be any happier. Hearing little Jennifer stir a little, he softly kissed her mother on the cheek, each of them staring into the beautiful blue eyes of their daughter. No matter what, this day couldn't get much better for either of them…