By the end of March, things had gotten a little more strained in the apartment. Rachel was more hormonal than ever, Deano was much livelier than the pair was expecting and Sam was getting busier than ever with his modelling jobs.

One night, Sam came home at quarter to midnight to find Deano stretched out on the sofa, snoozing away, while Rachel was sat on a stool in the kitchen glaring at him.

"Why aren't you asleep?" Sam asked, closing the door.

"Because I've been worrying! Your phone's been off! What kind of shoot ends this late?" Rachel asked angrily.

"They have deadlines, Rach. Sometimes things will run over. I've just been a bit busy." Sam explained.

"You could have at least called me when you finished. That's the SMART THING to do!" Rachel said, causing Sam to sigh heavily and sit down, moving Deano over slightly.

"Here we go again." Sam said bluntly.

"What?"

"You know what. Calling me stupid for the fiftieth time in 48 hours. Give it a rest."

"Grow up, Sam, it's hormones and you know it." Rachel snapped.

"Or is that an excuse to get your true feelings out. If you think I'm so unintelligent, just tell me. I'm getting sick of me trying my best to make you comfortable and you repaying me with a lecture or snarky comment. I might be late some nights; I might be overworked and too busy to text you, just know I'll be fine and go to bed!" Sam lectured.

"It's not that simple, Samuel! And you KNOW I can't help my behaviour at a time like this. In less than two months I'm having this baby and I'm stressing out, okay? Be a man and take a few insults." Rachel shouted, walking towards her room but being stopped by Sam's voice.

"Just stop being so rude all the time. You say you worry about me but spend all the day shouting at me!"

"Sorry for caring!"

"Caring? Is that what you call all of this? Have you cared for me at all lately? Asked me how the piano's going? You haven't seen my family in weeks; Stacy wants a catch up but you just moan all day long." Sam said.

"What happened to the lovely Sam Evans I first met? Can I get him back? You're being completely unreasonable!" Rachel screamed.

"I've been nothing but good to you ever since the day you get here! Don't try and diminish how much I've done because I worked late ONCE to get the money we need to get by!"

"Screw you, Sam." Rachel shouted, slamming her room door behind her. Sam put his head in his hands, wanting to scream.

…

Sam struggled to sleep, rolling around for three and a half hours. It wasn't until he heard Rachel crying that he instantly rushed out of bed and knocked on her door.

"Rach?"

"…C-come in."

Sam slowly opened the door and his heart broke to see Rachel sat there, cuddling a sleepy Deano with a tear-stained face.

"I'm so sorry, Sam, I-"

"-Rach, be quiet. I was totally wrong." Sam said, pulling her into a hug.

"I was wrong too."

"No, you weren't. I've just been trying too hard to get as much money as I can for us." Sam said.

"You don't need to. You had every right to be angry, why are you being nice?"

"Rach, it physically hurts me to hear you cry. I never want to be the person to do that. And I never will be again. I promise." Sam said, kissing Rachel's head.

"I am sorry." Rachel whispered.

"I'm sorry." Sam replied and the two hugged. Deano made a weird noise in his sleep, making the two of them laugh.

"I should be able to sleep now. Goodnight." Sam said with a wink, standing up and going to leave.

"Sam?"

"Yeah?"

"…Can you…stay with me tonight?" Rachel asked. Sam smiled.

"Of course I can."

Rachel got comfy on her bed as Sam positioned himself next to her. Rachel rested her head on his chest as he put her arm around her. Deano sat himself at their feet and fell right back asleep, making the two smile.

"Goodnight, Sam."

"Goodnight, Rach."

The two closed their eyes and drifted off. They ended up having the best sleep they'd ever known.