A/N: Hope you liked chapter one, here's chapter two for you all! Enjoy xx

Sam picked up her clothes and dumped them in the hall way, picking up a jumper from Jo's clean washing she put it on and walked into the living room.

"You seem to like that jumper don't you?" Jo smiled as she watched Sam sit down beside her, "What did you tell Jack?"

"Uhh, you were currently in an awkward position as I'd lost the keys to the handcuffs from our adult game."

"You what?"

"Well he wouldn't go for personal, and he didn't' believe that, but he let me stay here."

"God I have to face him at work," Jo said, blushing at the thought.

"He doesn't believe it, but hey at least I wasn't telling Mickey."

"Hmmm... true..." Jo replied, pulling Sam into a cuddle.

"Mmm you're nice and warm already... I don't understand that."

"Ok, I confess..." Jo smirked, pulling a duvet out from the other side of the sofa.

"Cheat," Sam laughed

Jo laughed with her. "Sam... What I was saying before... why did you go quiet?"

"It's... just... I had a miscarriage last year, when I was with Stuart... well when we broke up."

"Oh Sam, I'm sorry," Jo said, embracing her partner a little tighter.

"It kind of reminded me of when I was pregnant with Abi, when I found out who Glen was."

Jo didn't say anything, she just stroked Sam's arm lightly with her thumb and listened. If there was one thing she did know about Sam, it was that, if she wanted to talk, then she would, if not, then she would in time.

"I didn't really know if I wanted Abi at first, but then I came round to the idea, right before I found out about Glen and... well I still wasn't sure. I wasn't sure I wanted to be pregnant again, to go through all of that. And when I finally came around to it, I had a miscarriage," Sam sighed.

"When you finally decided you wanted another baby?" Jo clarified.

"Yeah, maybe I'm just not meant to have any more."

"Or maybe your body knew the timing wasn't right, or that you weren't with the right person."

Sam leant her head against Jo's shoulder "You'd be a good mum Jo."

Jo smiled a little. "Nowhere near as good as you."

Sam rolled her eyes "You have seen my daughter, heard our rows am I correct?"

"Its only because you care."

"I could have done so much better."

"Maybe you could have, but there's no point in hindsight, you have a beautiful daughter and grandson to show for it."

"Yeah that is true. Jared's getting bigger all the time now."

"I know," Jo smiled, her thoughts bringing her to silence.

Sam held Jo tighter and sighed, she didn't want to... she didn't know what she wanted or didn't want any more. It was so complicated.

Jo remained very still, deep in thought, as she held Sam close to her.

"I don't want to be pregnant again Jo, I really don't."

Snapping out of her thoughts, Jo looked down at Sam. "No one said you had to sweetheart."

Sam smiled "I know, I pay attention occasionally, but I'm just... well I'm doing the hand holding, not the screaming."

"What are you trying to say?" Jo whispered.

"Next time someone asks how you made DC I may start an official investigation... I'd love to have kids with you Jo, but I'm not going to be the one having them... other than that... well I don't really care sweetheart."

"We all need a little clarity sometimes..." the brunette responded after a moment.

"Some more than others," Sam kissed Jo, "What?"

Jo responded slowly. "I never said anything..."

"Since when did that mean that things were fine? Did I not just make a threat regarding handcuffs staying at work, for police use only?"

"Who said you'd be the one bringing them home?

"I did. And no more distractions..."

"I just... I never really imagined having kids... it's not something you really think about that much when you're with another woman..."

"So, wait you don't want kids?" Sam sat up, hadn't she just, what?

"I didn't say that..."

"Mmm."

"What is it Sam?"

"I think I misunderstood what you were getting at that's all."

"What? I said was I never imagined having them, not that I didn't want them."

Sam sat on Jo's lap. "I was with blokes for far too long, I think I forgot that there's more than what's said..." She kissed Jo, moving her fiancée's (wow that was a strange word) wandering hands from her bum to her hips.

"Mmm I'm inclined to agree," Jo replied, returning the kiss lightly.

"Oi!"

"What?" Jo smirked.

"No need to be so cheeky."

"And I thought you liked me that way..."

"Mmm sort of," Sam smirked

"Remind me... how long is it till your birthday again?" Jo smirked cheekily, kissing Sam lightly.

"Six weeks"

"Ahh yes... anything in particular you'd like?"

"You and a pair of handcuffs without a key," Sam smiled and kissed Jo.

Jo kissed her back lightly. "I shall see what I can do..."

"Mmm, I think I'm going to like my birthday."

"So I take it you're going to fix the rota then," Jo smirked.

"Me, fix a rota, never... now if the old one should happen to go walkies and I have to redo it because the grand high arsehole is on holiday..."

"I could fix it so it's cancelled," Jo laughed.

"No, I meant what he doesn't know can't hurt us."

"Indeed," Jo smirked, "And when are you intending on telling him?"

"Whenever you do the gentlemanly thing and put a ring on my finger."

Jo laughed, then sat up and reached on the coffee table for a small box, obviously gone unnoticed by Sam, and handed it to her.

"You're wonderful you know that right?" Sam kissed Jo.

"I do now," Jo smirked, "Now are you going to open that or what?"

"Depends on what the what is."

"That box I just handed you, or you gonna try and put the box on your finger," Jo laughed.

Sam smiled and opened the box "Jo, it's beautiful."

"Mmm I know, don't lose it," she smirked, placing the ring onto Sam's finger.

"Trust me, it, like you, it's going anywhere."

"Good," Jo smirked, "You could always see how long it takes someone to notice."

"Jo, we'd have five kids by then."

"You're probably right," she laughed, "How many are you wanting?!"

"Right now? One, you?"

"Oh thank god," Jo laughed.

"What did you think I'd want a whole football team?"

"Well you said five."

"I was pointing out the obliviousness of the men we work with."

"Oh I see."

"You, uhh, you don't want five do you?" Sam felt like fainting, five, no way.

"Hell no."

"You read my mind," Sam kissed her.

Jo kissed Sam back hard.

Sam leaned into the kiss, who would have thought that would get that good a reaction?

"Mmm you're perfect you know that?"

"I know..." Sam smirked.

"Oi cheeky," Jo smirked.

"Nope, not cheeky, you asked, I answered."

"Yeah, yeah," Jo smirked.

So, should they have kids or not? Tell us what you think by reviewing! xx