Chapter 2.
3 months later.
Sam stared at her calendar with one of her nails in her mouth. A stab of pain shot up her finger. She looked at it with a frown. There had been a nail there, hadn't there?
She was late. She was never late. Normally she could set the date on her phone by her cycle. She knew when she was due. Now she had missed one and the second was late.
The only time she could think of being late was when she... oh God.
She sighed and lowered her head into her hands. It was Jack's birthday next week.
She knew she would have to find out if she was pregnant without him knowing or realising what she was up to.
Despite Jack talking about it and her agreeing to think about it, she didn't know if he was being serious about it. And she was possibly pregnant. Again.
She sighed as she glanced at her watch. Jack had taken the kids out to the park and she wasn't expecting them home for a while.
She turned around and grabbed her purse She had to know. Taking the keys from the table by the door she left and locked the house.
Make It Three
Sam paced the en suite bathroom nervously as she waited for the test to be ready. Subconsciously she knew it would be positive. But she hoped it would be negative. They hadn't properly discussed having a third child.
She loved her two boys more than anything else in the world. They were well behaved and polite. She couldn't imagine them anything less than perfect. Which is what they were to her.
She knew that Jack had wanted a girl, and was mildly disappointed when their second son was born. She saw the mild disappointment leave his eyes barely a second after it had appeared. Both his boys were strong and healthy. And that was all he wanted.
Sam jumped when the alarm went off. Nervously she switched it off and took a deep breath to steady herself. Slowly, she turned the stick over.
Staring back at her was a smiley face. She was pregnant. Again.
Make It Three
1 week later. Jack's birthday.
Jack hugged his boys tightly after they had finished singing happy birthday to him. He kissed both of them on the cheek. He was finding it hard to believe how big they were getting.
He smiled as he gazed at the homemade card they had given him. Sam had helped them sign their names on the card.
"Daddy, happy birthday, love Jonathan and Jacob x" it read.
"Your turn wife," he smiled as his 5 and 3 year old sons continued to play with their trains on the floor.
Sam smiled nervously, which Jack frowned at, before taking the neatly wrapped box from her.
"What?" he asked.
"You'll see," she said softly as she continued to smile nervously.
He slowly and carefully unwrapped the box, glancing at her every few seconds. Once all the paper had been removed he stares at the plain white box in his hands.
He removed the lid and stared at the contents within the box with an open mouth. A small white baby comfort blanked with a small bear attached to it looked back at him.
A slow smile appeared on his face as he breathed a laugh.
"Seriously?" he asked breathlessly as he dragged his gaze away from the comfort blanket to meet his wife's eyes.
"Apparently," she nodded while looking at her hands. "I know we didn't discuss it properly... but my body obviously decided we didn't need to."
"How long have you known?"
"A week," she whispered in reply, dragging her gaze back to his eyes.
Jack grasped her hand with his and pulled her towards him. He wrapped his arms around her and held on tightly.
"Best present ever Sam."
"Yeah?" she mumbled against his neck as she wrapped her arms around him.
"Yeah," he laughed. "I dunno how you're gonna top this one."
"I'm glad you're okay with this."
"Sam," he pulled back and cupped her face. "I was the one who suggested this, remember?"
"Yeah, I know but..."
"This is perfect. Are... are you okay with this?"
"Yeah," she smiled as she nodded. "I really am. Maybe we'll get that girl you wanted."
"Maybe. But another boy would be cool too," he grinned, his gaze landing on his two perfect brown haired, brown eyed sons. "As long as the kids healthy. That's all that matters."