A/n: just a little chap to keep u going.
Martin sits in the hospital chair next to Sam's bed, he looks over to her sleeping. He thought how unfair it was that she missed the birth of the first child, then looked down seeing the tiny, dark haired bundle in his arms. He smiled and kissed the baby's head, he was less than 3 hours old and as yet hadnt been held by his Mommy.
Sam was struggling with her contractions and the babies heart rate was racing during labour, a few doctors crowded around her and decided she would need a c-section, Sam pleaded with them to give her a bit longer but soon realised she couldn't carry on without putting either her or the baby in danger. Shortly after she was put to sleep and when she was brought round she had a baby, she was too weak to hold him and as much as she wanted to stay awake to talk to Martin and see the child she had been carrying the past eight and half months, she just couldn't keep her eyes open.
The doctor had told Martin it would be 3 or 4 days before Sam could go home and that was assuming there were no further complications. This would mean Martin could either take the baby home and look after him by himself or leave him here with Sam so the nurses could look after him and Sam could see him when she was up to it. He thought the latter would be best, it wouldn't be right to take the baby away from her while she was stuck in here and Martin wasn't too confident about getting it right, infact he was shocked when he was told the baby didn't have to stay with Sam.
As Martin put the baby back in his cot, Sam stirred. He covered the baby up before walking over to her bedside and taking her hand.
"Hi gorgeous." He whispered before kissing her forehead.
"Hi." She smiled, looking over to the cot. "Is he ok?"
"Yea, he is perfect. The doctor said he isnt that small considering he was born early, just a couple of ounces under weight but nothing worrying." He beamed speaking about his son.
"I cant believe we have a son." Sam whispered, pulling Martin closer to her by his shoulders. She held him in a warm embrace for about 5 minutes whilst they shared their thoughts before they were interupted by a tiny squeal coming from the cot. Sam smiled, at last she would get the chance to hold her son. Martin picked him up, cooing as he placed him in Sam's arms, she beamed with pride as she saw how beautiful he was.
"He doesn't have a name." Sam said looking into Martin's eyes. He moved next to her on her bed putting his arm round her shoulders and resting his head on hers.
"I know, but we had a few ideas. What do you think?" Martin said taking the babys tiny, pink hand between his thumb and forefinger.
"I think Josh is perfect." She smiled, stroking the baby's soft hair with one finger.
"I agree, Josh it is." He smiled, kissing Sam's head and smiling as Josh went back to sleep. "Are you tired?" He asked as he took the baby and put him back in his cot. She shook her head.