Sorry, this has been a while, it's a pretty boring chapter, but I'll have the next one up ASAP to make up for it. Thanks to everyone who reviewed my last chapter, and please review this one too, let me know if you have any suggestions, criticisms, etc. :)

Zoe had managed to pull some strings and get Sam an appointment with the obstetrician for the next morning. She had also given them the day off work:

"I really shouldn't, but for some reason, I think you deserve it. Just don't tell anyone. And next time you do something like this, please just tell me. Good luck at the scan," she had said, not angrily.

So the following day, Sam and Tom set off for the hospital. They drove in silence. Although it was unlike her, Tom knew that Sam was worrying, but every time he had tried to broach the subject, she had snapped at him, so he had given up.

When they arrived at the hospital, Tom got out and walked round to open Sam's door, but she was already out, marching towards the hospital and not waiting for him. When they reached the doors, Sam hesitated, and Tom realised she was more nervous than she looked. He took her hand and squeezed it. She still didn't look at him, but she pulled him over to the reception desk where they asked where they should go; this was not a part of the hospital either of them were particularly familiar with.

Being a Tuesday morning, it wasn't hugely busy in the obstetrics ward, so Sam's name was called soon after they arrived. They were led to a small, bright room where a woman introduced herself.
"I'm Dr Grant," she smiled. She was middle aged and had a friendly face.
"Sam."
"And I'm Tom." They shook her hand in turn.
"So you know that you're pregnant, yes?" Sam nodded. "Let's do the ultrasound first, and then there's just a few checks we need to do. Can you hop up onto the bed and roll your top up? I guess you know the drill - this will be cold." As gel was squeezed onto Sam's stomach for the second time that week, she looked up at Tom. He grinned back and kissed her hand. She was reassured, and relaxed slightly. The picture on the screen looked the same as it had yesterday.
"It looks like you're about eight weeks pregnant, maybe just over. Do you know your due date?" The doctor said.
"We think it's around May the fourteenth," Tom spoke this time.
Dr Grant nodded. "That seems about right," she said. "Now, Dr Hanna rang me and said there might be a low-lying placenta. If you look on the screen, you can see your placenta is low lying, it has formed over your cervix. At this stage, it's nothing to worry about; as your womb expands, the placenta is more than likely to have moved upwards by the time you have your second scan."
"What if it hasn't?" Sam asked immediately.
"If it hasn't, you'll be offered another scan at around thirty-two weeks, and if it still hasn't then, you'll need to have a Caesarean section, but there shouldn't be any health risks for you or the baby."
Sam was relieved at this, and the doctor continued. "Are there any other questions?" They both shook their heads. "Right, well there're just a few checks I need to do. Would you like a picture of the scan?"
"Yes, please," Sam replied.
Dr Grant pressed a few buttons, and said, "You can pick that up on your way out." She smiled, and showed Sam over to a set of scales on the far side of the room. As she weighed and measure her, she asked "How have you been feeling, Sam?"
"Pretty normal, a bit tired, but that's because I've been up at three every morning with morning sickness," she grimaced.
"Okay, I just need to take some bloods, to check your blood group and to see whether your rhesus negative or positive,"
"Oh, actually, I already know my blood group, and I know that I'm rhesus positive,"
"What about your partner?"
"I'm rhesus positive too," Tom said.
"Brilliant, nothing to worry about then, I just need to check your blood pressure, and then I'm going to have to get a urine sample."
When the doctor had taken her blood pressure, Sam left the room to go to the toilet.
"How long have you two known each other?" Dr Grant enquired. "Excuse my nosiness!" she added.
"We've know each other for about two years, but we've only been dating for one," he replied, beaming as he talked about Sam.
"If you don't mind my saying, you look really happy together."
Tom smiled, a little bit embarrassed, and at that moment, Sam reentered the room. She handed the container to the doctor and sat down on the edge of the bed.
Dr Grant began to test the sample. "I've just got some leaflets to give you, about the sorts of things you can and can't eat, and do, etcetera, although I'm sure you know most of it already. You should also contact your GP who can help you sort out things like antenatal classes," she informed them. "Right, that all looks fine. You're done here, unless you have any questions?"
She gave them a pile of leaflets and then opened the door for them.
"I'll see you in a few months then."
"Thank you" Tom and Sam said as they shook her hand again and left the room.

Sam and Tom picked up the photo of the scan from the bored-looking nurse on reception.
"Our tiny, perfect baby," Tom said as they left the hospital.
Sam hit him. "Don't make me sick," she said, but she couldn't stop looking like she had just won the lottery.
"You are happy though, aren't you?" Tom asked, worried. Then he caught sight of Sam's expression. "Right, definitely happy!" he exclaimed.
"Of course I'm happy, you idiot," she paused. "I just hope it all goes okay. I really, really don't want to have to have a c-section."
"Even if you do, you'll have a beautiful baby, and me," he grinned.
"But what if the baby isn't alright?"
Tom brought his lips to hers to silence her fears.
"Sam, please don't worry about it, it will be fine. It's not like you to be this anxious. Is there anything else you're not telling me?"
"No, no, it's fine, I just want this to be perfect." Tom looked sceptical. "I swear, I'm fine!"
"Good. Let's go out for dinner tonight, to celebrate," Tom said suddenly.
"Okay, sure. Where do you want to go?"
"There's that nice restaurant just down the road from us. How about that?"
Sam nodded. "So, what do you want to do until then? We have a whole afternoon."
"I can think of one thing..." he winked seductively.
"You reckon?" she raised an eyebrow. She pulled him in for another kiss, and then pushed him towards the car. "Come on, let's get home!"