Disclaimer: Jo and Sam are not mine, they never have been and never will be, sadly.
Chapter 33:
Jo felt the woman next to her in bed reposition herself.
"Sam?"
Sam jumped, having been convinced the figure next to her was asleep. The blonde managed to offset her balance from her sudden movement created by the shock, causing her to, much to her embarrassment, fall off the bed.
Jo laughed as she saw the woman next to her disappear down the side of the bed, "Sam, are you alright?" She called out, trying to mask her laughter.
"Yeah." Came a grunt from the floor.
As Sam clambered back onto the bed she saw Jo trying to stop her laughing. The blonde couldn't help but laugh too, amused by the situation she found herself in.
"Are you gonna stay on the bed this time I talk to you?" Jo asked cheekily, causing the blonde to playfully hit her.
"Yes."
"Good. I just wanted to say, y'know, thanks for what you did last night. I don't know anyone else who would have done that for me."
Sam blushed, "It was nothing. Honestly."
"Yeah, well thanks."
Sam recalled the events of last night. As usual she had taken control, although had to be stopped on a number of occasions by Jo, who despite this, still maintained she was fine after the rape. After being stopped for the sixth time, Sam broke down into tears; fearful her fiancée would never recover from the ordeal she went through at Stuart's hands. Sam was about to give up when she realised that it was the control Jo couldn't stand, not her. Realising what she must do; she lay back as Jo took control, feeling complete again. Jo had been so grateful for Sam's actions, feeling like she was re-gaining some of the power Stuart had taken away from her.
"Do you know what time Abi's gonna be back?" Jo asked while handing Sam a plate of toast, swapping it for the mug of coffee Sam offered her. Retrieving her own plate of toast, Jo sat at the table, joined by Sam just a few seconds later.
"Um, no, probably not until later though, Jack's got playgroup at two and I don't expect she'll be up much earlier than that, so she won't be round before they go. Her and Sarah usually use that as an excuse to go shopping anyway so I expect she'll be back around six-ish."
"Why don't we do something then?"
"Like what?"
"I dunno. I don't like being stuck in the house all day. I like to be out doing things."
"Okay. Well how about we go to the shops ourselves?"
"Oh, I dunno, I kinda skint at the moment with not working an all." Jo admitted sheepishly.
"My treat."
"Oh, no, Sam, I couldn't."
"Yeah you could. I've been meaning to take you out to spoil you rotten ever since you proposed. We could go to Harrods and get a posh lunch and spend the entire day buying."
"Harrods? That's really expensive Sam."
"So was this Jo." Sam said, holding her hand up to Jo, signalling towards the large engagement ring on her finger. "You're worth everything in Harrods. You're worth everything in London. And I'm gonna show you that. Whether you like it or not." She joked.
Jo rolled her eyes, "Well, I know there's no arguing with you Sam."
"Good, I'm glad you know me that well." Sam smirked.
"So, you're gonna spoil me rotten?"
"Yeah."
"What, new clothes, hair, nails, CDs, DVDs, ooh, chocolates, all those things?"
"Yeah, of course."
"Really?" Jo asked, shocked, having expected Sam to say no.
"Yeah, of course." Sam laughed at the brunette's disbelief.
"Why don't we have an engagement party?" Jo asked.
"What, in Harrods?"
"No! Like a proper one. With everyone there, family, friends, and Phil I suppose."
Sam laughed at that comment. "Yeah, why not."
"And you'll invite your parents?"
"Yeah, I suppose."
"Have you told them about us yet?"
"No. I haven't got around to it."
"Haven't got around to it? Sam you called your great aunt once removed in America to tell her. Twice."
Sam blushed at that reminder, remembering the second conversation she had with her aunt, forgetting she had already told her.
"Well, I dunno, I just don't think they'll be happy for me."
"What, because I'm a woman?"
"No, because you're breathing! They still think I should be responsible and stay at home looking after Abi all the time, not having relationships."
"So it's not because I'm a woman that you're not telling them?"
"No, of course not. Look, I'll tell them today if you want, we can go see them, it's only about an hours drive."
"Are you sure?"
"Yeah, I wouldn't have suggested it if I wasn't."
"And you're not just trying to get out of taking me to Harrods?"
"No!"
"Then, yes, that'd be great."
'Good."