A/N: Thanks to everyone who reviewed and/or read the last chapter! I'm pretty new to this so I forgot an author's note last time, but I think I've worked it out now. Hope you enjoy this! :)

"Mmm, that's nice," Tom smiled lazily and rolled over to find Sam kissing him up and down his neck and shoulder. "Morning, Beautiful. Feeling better now?"
Sam nodded, looking mildly embarrassed about the last night. He pulled her towards him in for a kiss on the lips, but she slipped out of his light grip, sliding out of bed as she did so.
Sam laughed briefly. "We've got to get ready for work," she reminded him, heading for the stairs.
He smirked, calling after her, "If I didn't know better, I'd think you were excited for something Dr Nicholls!" Tom pulled on a pair of jeans and a t-shirt and then followed her downstairs.

In the kitchen, Sam handed Tom the mug of coffee she had just made, then left the room quickly, hoping he would not see the piece of toast she was eating. Tom raised his eyebrows. "Are you eating Marmite, Sam?"
She poked her head slowly back through the door.
"Um, yeah. So?" she replied, trying to act indifferently.
"I thought you hated Marmite?" he said quizzically. Then he grinned. "Is this your first craving, Sam?" he teased.
"Shut up!" she tried to hide her expression by turning around and leaving, but Tom caught the smile in her voice.

As they approached the main doors of the ED, Tom plucked up the courage to ask Sam, "So, what do you want to do? I mean, do you want a scan, or an hCG test?"
"I don't know, Tom!" Sam's earlier enthusiasm had disappeared; they were late, and she didn't want to think about this now. "Okay, let's just wait until it's slightly quiet and do a quick scan," she hesitated. "Will you do it?"
Tom laughed. "Of course I will!" he said. They had reached the staff room, so they put their things away, got changed and hurried out to the nurses' station.

"Ah, Tom, Sam, there you are." Zoe looked like she hadn't stopped moving for a week, but she paused her manic shuffling of paperwork to brief them. "Tom, there's a child coming in from an RTC, unknown injuries, so I need you in resus with me, then I want you in cubicles with Sam. Right, everybody, let's go." Zoe called. Tom winked at Sam and moved off in the direction of the front doors.

One hour later, Sam was bored and infuriated. She had spent all morning treating a hypochondriac who was unwilling to be treated because he didn't believe women could be doctors. She had eventually had to fetch Ash, who told the man there was nothing wrong with him except an unhealthy case of male chauvinism, which was exactly what Sam had been frustratedly trying to tell him the whole time. Luckily, at that moment, Tom put in an appearance and found Sam fuming in the staff room.
"Some people!" she exclaimed, having told Tom what had happened, "He wouldn't even let me treat him, and then he made me look totally incompetent in front of Ash."
"Calm down, Sam. He's gone now."
"I know, I know, but... Oh never mind, I'm just to forget about it."
"Good." Tom smiled. "Hey how about that scan? It's not that busy for once."
"Shhh, keep your voice down!"
"Sam there's no one else here," he gestured to the empty staff room.
"Okay," she took a deep breath, "Let's get it over with."
"I'll get the FAST scanner. I think cubicles four is empty." Tom left, and Sam headed towards cubicles, checking no one was looking before slipping inside the vacant cubicle. Tom joined her seconds later, clutching the scanner.
"Right, let's do this quickly then, I'm not supposed to be on a break.

At the nurses' station, Zoe was looking for Tom.
"Robyn, have you seen Tom anywhere?" asked Zoe.
"I last saw him go into cubicles four, I think."
"Right. Thanks," Zoe said, looking at the board puzzled; cubicles four was supposed to be empty. She decided to investigate.
"Tom?" she called, pulling open the curtain slightly. Then she saw Sam lying on the bed and Tom spreading the clear gel on her stomach. They looked up at the sam time.
"Oh," Zoe said softly. "I'll just, um, leave you to it. I want you out in ten minutes." She turned to leave.
"Zoe," Sam said, surprising herself. "You can stay."

Just then, a picture of Sam's womb appeared with a small, bean-shaped object in the corner of the screen, and a heartbeat, as fast as the wings of a hummingbird, could be heard. Tom grinned. Even Sam's face broke out in a smile - she was pregnant! Zoe looked at the scanner.
"Right, it looks as though you're about eight weeks along. Congratulations!" she smiled, and moved the probe that Tom had passed to her around Sam's stomach. "Hmm," she pointed to the bottom of the screen, "This looks like a low lying placenta," Sam's face fell, she nodded, unable to speak. "I'll get you an appointment with the obstetrician, but I wouldn't worry too much, Sam, you know how these things work. Okay, I'll give you a few minutes alone, but I really can't spare you for any longer than that."
"Thanks Zoe," Tom said as she left. He turned to Sam and squeezed her hand. "It'll be fine, I know it will," he reassured her.
Sam swallowed the lump in her throat. "I know, but I can't help worrying. I take it you want this baby then?"
Tom beamed, "Of course I do. But I'm not going to make you do anything you don't want to," he said, serious now, "Do you want to keep it?"
"I know I didn't sound too keen last night, but I've spent all of this morning thinking about it, and I think I'm ready for this, it is something I want. But Tom, I cannot do it without you, so don't you dare leave me, because if walk out, I swear I'll make sure you never walk anywhere again."
Tom laughed. He bent down to kiss her.
"I'm not going anywhere," he murmured against her lips.