Thank you one and all for the lovely comments! It's nice to know others are enjoying. And it also prods me to try harder to stay with my schedule.

In case anyone is wondering, I don't own anything about Foyle's War. It's all down to Anthony Horowitz, who created these characters and Michael kitchen and Honeysuckle Weeks, who gave them life. But they are such fun to play with, aren't they?

When Sam woke the next morning she wasn't feeling well but managed to keep everything down. Christopher watched her closely through the day and the next morning when she pushed her breakfast plate away, half uneaten, he knew. "Alright, that's it. I'm ringing the doctor."

"The one in London?" Sam asked, obviously upset.

"Nup, J.J. Josephson. He's erm... "

"The one who came after that night."

"Right. You seemed ... comfortable with him."

Sam looked away and sighed. "I... yes, I suppose under the circumstances, I was as comfortable as I could be. He was very... kind. Yes, ring him."

"Sam," he said as he reached across to take her hand in his. "I'm worried about you. But either way, pregnant or not, It's alright. I don't want you to worry."

"You're worried about me but I'm not to worry?" She was incredulous.

His brow furrowed as he looked at her. "Right," he said as his mouth turned down slightly in one of his upside down smiles. Sam looked into his twinkling eyes. "You're not fooling anyone, you know. "

"I'm not?"

"No. You're worried about me but you are also worried about being a father again."

Christopher worked his mouth, chewing a little at his cheek and then pulling the corner of his mouth back almost in a grimace. It was an expression Sam was familiar with, one she'd seen countless times in the years she'd known him. Something was bothering him and she was certain she was right about what it was. But he still had the ability to surprise her. "Am worried about you. And about me starting over with fatherhood. More worried that you'll be left to raise a child on your own."

Sam looked stricken. "Is there something you aren't telling me?"

"No. Just... know the possibilities."

"Yes, and the possibility I'm counting on is that you'll be with me for a very long time. Please Christopher, don't... don't think like that."

He moved around the table and took her in his arms. "Sorry love. S'pose I can't believe my good fortune."

"Well, believe it," she admonished.

"Right you are," he said, smiling in a way that she had come to think of as his happy smile, his lips slightly open and the corners of his mouth turned upward a little. He only smiled like that when he was relaxed and found something truly amusing.

"Christopher, if I am... well, I just want you to know that this time... this baby will be a happy circumstance. The last time, I..."

"Difficult, that one. Never doubted you'd have worked it out, cared for the child; but started wrong." Darkness settled over him again, a feeling of imminent disaster. Seeming to sense his changing mood, Sam sighed. Determined to shake him out of it, Sam sighed. "Yes, it was. But.. " She placed her hand on her abdomen," if there's a little one in there now it will have been made from love. Much better beginning, I'd say."

Christopher smiled again, the gleam returning to his eyes. "Glad you think so..."

Later in the morning, Foyle found Sam in the dining room, where she was polishing the furniture. "Spoke with J.J. He'll see us at four but we have to go to him."

"Oh," Sam said as she looked up from her work. "Well, I suppose that will be alright."

Dr. Josephson's office was attached to his house, or perhaps it was the other way 'round, Christopher thought, just as he had years ago when he'd first come there. Sam seemed to come to the same conclusion as she looked around. They'd entered through the front door and then an interior doorway to the left. A doorway to the right led to the doctor's living quarters. It was obvious the office space was larger than the living space.

The couple sat in the anteroom and waited. Sensing Sam's nervousness, Christopher tried to comfort her by taking her hand in his. Trouble was, he was just as nervous.

The door to the inner office opened and boy walked out, followed by J.J. "tell your mother I'll be by later to check on your father, Teddy. And you take care with that arm., the doctor said as he pointed to the boy's arm in a sling. "Yes sir, Dr. J. I'll tell her. " The boy walked past the Foyles and out the door.

"Christopher... Samantha, I appreciate you coming in. Busy day and I really wouldn't have the time to go to you," J.J. said as a way of greeting.

"No, this is fine," Sam told him. "I ... well um, know you must stay very busy."

J.J. smiled at her, a friendly smile that she remembered from ...before. "Christopher told me his good fortune, that you agreed to relieve him of his loneliness."

"J.J." Foyle admonished. "Nnot what I said at all." Sam looked from one man to the other, pleasantly perplexed.

"Oh, right; my mistake. I believe the exact phrase was ' I'm the luckiest man alive, Sam agreed to be my wife.' Isn't that it , Christopher?"

Christopher, his hand in his pockets, dipped his knees as he nodded agreement, a grin lighting his face.

"So now, Mrs. Foyle, he tells me that there is possibly another Foyle on the way?"

Sam cleared her throat. "Yes, well... it is Christopher that seems to think ... I mean, I haven't felt quite myself the last few mornings and... well, I haven't... my, erm... my cycle is ... overdue," she said with a blush.

Christopher caught her blush before glancing at J.J. "She... llost a baby a few months ago... the result of... well, what happened."

Josephson frowned. "Oh dear." He looked from Christopher to Sam. "You've had such a difficult time, my dear. But perhaps you've turned a corner? Let's step inside and see if we can determine what's causing your morning discomfort." He gestured with his hand for her to step through as he glanced at Foyle, his eyes telling him to wait. Christopher watched his wife disappear into the other room and worried what twist his life might take now.

By the time the door opened again and Sam stepped through, Christopher was too anxious to sit and was standing by the front window staring out but seeing nothing. Upon hearing the door, he turned and saw her watching him, her expression shy and apprehensive.

"The test will be done in week," J.J. said softly. "But all the signs are there. I'm expecting positive results."

A week later the phone rang and J.J. Josephson shared the test results.

"Two months, almost two months gone and I didn't realize it," Sam complained that night over dinner.

"Wull, your mind wasn't really on..."

"After all, it isn't as if this was the first time..." she interrupted, still frustrated. But then she stopped and looked across at him and seeing his stricken expression she interrupted herself. "Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to bring up... the other one."

Foyle flinched. "Nnot at all. I was just going to say that your were looking after me and wull, it is different each time, I'm told."

Sam grinned. "You consult with the ladies often about their pregnancies, Christopher?"

He stared at her wide eyed and then let his features settle into amusement. She still had the ability to bowl him over . "Nno... not often. But, wull, Andrew wasn't Rosalind's only time. We, erm... that is to say, there were two others."

"Oh... golly. I... I'm sorry. I didn't realize... you never told me."

"Well um, nnot much to tell." His mouth twisted and a sadness enveloped him with the memory of their losses surfaced. "Ffirst one was a year after Andrew aand was over before we really knew it had begun. Second one, she was almost seven months gone and... something went terribly wrong and after that, wull... we knew Andrew would be our only child." He had a faraway look, felt faraway, somewhere long in the past but shook himself out of it. "Point is, each one was different. So not surprised you didn't realize with this one."

Sam was looking at him with such open sympathy that he had trouble breathing. "Long time ago, Sam."

"Right. But it makes me even more determined to see this one through. "

He could only smile at that. "And we know how fierce you are when you become determined, don't we?"

She smiled at him mischievously. "Yes, and right now I am very determined that we'll get dinner cleared away and celebrate upstairs."

"Celebrate?" he asked, feigning ignorance.

"Don't be coy with me, Christopher Foyle," she said as she stood to begin clearing the table. "You have my meaning."

Standing to help her, his lips turned downward as his eyes lit. "Have to be blind to miss it."

In the wee hours of the morning as they lay cuddled together, Christopher half asleep and basking in the warmth of his wife whose hand was resting n his chest, her fingers grazing lightly over the scant bit of gray tuft there. An eye opened fully when he heard a soft mew from her and a sigh. "Something amiss?"

"Nnnnooooo," she cooed. "Just... " she shifted and turned her attention to the hair just behind his ear. "Your hair fascinates me," she said softly.

Christopher let out a snort of sorts. "Best investigate now then, before the evidence disappears altogether. "

"Mmmm, don't think it will all go," she replied. "The top perhaps, but I think you'll keep the rest." She continued to play in his hair as she spoke, twirling his curls around her finger and then gently pressing them to his head to watch them spring back. "I hope our little one has your hair," she said dreamily.

Christopher's lips dipped into an amused posture. "Nup. Too much trouble. I'd prefer that it has hair like yours, all honey colored and silk."

"What are you wishing for anyway?" she asked. "I know you've already got a son, so are you hoping for a girl?"

Christopher considered her question only a moment. "Healthy, that's what I'm hoping for. Both of you. It's true I have a son already. There's comfort in having raised one and knowing the way. Little girl would be very different, I think. But also very welcome." He paused and turned to look into her face. "Long as she looks like her mother."

Sam began to trace the top of his ear. "Your ears fascinate me too," she murmured. "There's not a fairy or an elf in your background, is there? "

Enjoying her attention at his ear, Christopher hesitated to answer, wishing to continue the pleasure without interruption. "Mmmm, not that I'm aware. "

Her tongue took up where her finger had been and that became Christopher's undoing. Rolling over and kissing her while his hands roamed, he was wide awake. "Oh, I say..." Sam said in surprise.

"You've awakened the beast, my darling. "

"Oh really," she replied, her eyes alight with mirth in the dim light of the moon streaming in through the window.

"You have," he answered before once again delving into the pleasures of his wife.

The next morning as Christopher stood at the bathroom mirror to shave, he remembered her comments about his ears and his hair. Tilting his head to examine his ears more closely, the mirror reflected a droll smile. "Elf, eh... Mmmmm..."