Another boring chapter, I'm afraid, but hopefully it'll get more interesting soon. The amount of weeks pregnant Sam is will be in the chapter title from now on, just in case it isn't mentioned in the story. Sorry for the weird paragraphing, fanfiction is doing something funny... Please review, it will make me update sooner! :)

"Urgghh!" Sam groaned as she tried to do up the third pair of trousers that morning.
"Sam?" Tom called "What's wrong?" he asked, emerging from the bathroom with just a t-shirt on.
"Nothing fits me anymore, I can't do up any of my trousers," she sighed.
"Well that's normal, you are pregnant."
"I know, but look, you can barely tell." Sam was right, from her normally flat stomach, only a small bulge had become visible in the past month.
"Yeah but it (is) normal to gain weight. Maybe you'll have to go to work in your scrubs!" he chuckled.
"Hmm, no. Thank God they still fit though, otherwise people would start to notice."
"You're going to have to tell them at some point," he reminded her.
"Can't we just wait until someone guesses?"
"Well nobody's just going to ask you if you're pregnant, are they?"
"I suppose. I'm not telling anyone yet though, just give it another month or so, until it's more obvious." She peeled the pair or trousers off and flung them on the bed. "It's no use! What am I going to wear?" she cried.
"Do I sense the need for a shopping trip, Sam?"
"Oh God, no, I hate shopping," she moaned.
"I'll go for you if you want."
"No. No way. You are not buying my clothes for me. I'll go on Saturday."
"I'll come too, we can start getting some things for the baby."
"Fine, but I need something to wear now.
"You could wear a dress?" The look on Sam's face silenced Tom as she went to the wardrobe, and after rummaging about for a few seconds, pulled out another pair of black trousers.
"I'll just have to squeeze into these. Come on, we're going to be late."
"And whose fault is that?" quipped Tom under his breath.

"Sam, wake up. We're going shopping!" Tom shook her in mock excitement. Sam rolled over and put the pillow over her head.

"Get lost," grumbled a muffled voice from beneath it. He removed the pillow from her head, and leaned down to kiss the back of her hair.
"I brought you coffee, and it's nearly ten o'clock, so I thought you would want to get up anyway."
Sam turned to face him, her long hair partially covering her face.
"Ten? How did I sleep that long?" she yawned.
"Must have been tired after last night," he grinned.
"Really? What happened last night?"
Tom threw the pillow at her.
"Come on, get up!"
She sat up slowly, took the cup of coffee and smiled after him as he went to have a shower.

After they were ready, they headed off in Sam's car.
"My parents phoned while you were asleep," Tom said after a few moments
"Yeah?" Sam asked.
"Yeah, they want to see us. They invited us round tonight."
"We're not doing anything else tonight, are we?" Sam liked Tom's parents. "Why don't we have them round to ours? We can cook," she laughed.
"Okay, I'll give them a ring."
"You didn't tell them about this, did you?" she gestured to her belly.
Tom rolled his eyes. "Of course not. Are you actually planning on telling them?" he asked, somewhat sarcastically.
"I don't understand why you're in such a hurry to tell everyone," she remarked.
"I don't understand why you don't want to tell anyone," he retorted.
"I just don't, not yet, okay?" she said as they pulled up to the shopping centre. She silently begged him not to question her further, and to her relief he didn't push it.

When they got inside the huge building, Sam suggested, "Let's split up, we can get this done more quickly that way." She looked around her, shuddering.
"But I don't know what to buy!" Tom protested.
"Just get the basics, I'll come and find you soon - this won't take long," she said grimly, looking over her shoulder at him as she set off in the direction of the clothes shops.

"Do you think you've bought enough, Sam?" Tom said, eyeing the bags she was carrying when she approached him in the aisles of the baby shop he was browsing. "I don't plan on coming back again, so I bought stuff for later on in the pregnancy too," she explained. She had also managed to pick up a Christmas present for Tom, but he didn't need to know that. "Have you found anything yet?" she enquired.

He shook his head. "I didn't want to get anything without you seeing it, but there are some books and maybe some clothes I liked, but I thought we could get things on the Internet, and then you don't need to actually shop," he smiled, and she followed him to a shelf of books.
"They all look the same, which ones?" he said helplessly. She picked up two books, one about pregnancy, and one about newborn babies.
"They'll do," she said, pulling him further into the shop. She surveyed the racks of various baby products around them. "There's not really much point getting any of these things now, is there? I mean, we can order things like a pram and a cot online, and we won't need clothes or nappies for another six months. I think we should just leave this for now," she said, knowing this would mean another trip, but not wanting to hang around looking lost any longer. Tom agreed with her, so they paid for the books, and left the store.
"If we're cooking tonight, we're going to need some food to cook with; I don't think we've got much at home," Tom pointed out suddenly. Sam sighed.
"Just when I thought we had finished," she muttered.

Later that evening, after they had spent the afternoon cooking together, Tom was laying the table and Sam was hurriedly trying to find some presentable clothes to wear. Tom's parents were supposed to arrive at any minute. Just as Tom set the final glass on the table, he heard a car drive up.

"Sam, they're here," he called up the stairs to her, and then he went to get the door.

"Tom! It's lovely to see you!" Tom's mother pulled him in for a hug, and his father followed closely behind her. He shook his hand gruffly.
"Hi Mum, Dad," Tom grinned. "Come on in." He led them to the kitchen, where Sam was waiting.
"Hello Paul, hi Claire," she said shaking their hands. Right from the moment she had met them, she had always been comfortable around Tom's parents. Claire handed her a bottle of wine. She accepted it gratefully, and then asked if they wanted to eat now. When they seemed eager to, Tom sat them down at the table, and then helped Sam serve their food.

When they had finished eating, Sam cleared her throat, slightly awkwardly.
"We, er, have something exciting to tell you," Tom spoke up.
"We're having a baby," Sam said, all in one go. She waited nervously for their reaction.
Tom's parents looked delighted.
"Congratulations, you two! This is wonderful news," Claire smiled, almost ecstatic. "Our first grandchild," she said, dreamily.
Sam beamed, flushed. Paul was looking slightly stunned, as if he had never expected anything like this to happen.
"Yes, congratulations," he exclaimed.
"I suppose you won't be needing that wine then. How many months pregnant are you?" Claire questioned.
"I'm sure Tom will enjoy drinking it," Sam patted Tom's arm. "I'm three months," she added.
Tom unwrapped his arm from around Sam's waist.
"Who wants dessert?" he asked, looking pleased that they had taken the news so well.

After a night full of questions, talking and laughter, Tom and Sam finally waved goodbye to Tom's parents.
Tom hugged Sam close to him.
"What a night," she said. "Your mum won't tell anyone will she?"
"I asked her not to. Anyway, it's not like she knows anyone we know,"
"Good, but if I am suddenly flooded with congratulations cards somehow, she is dead!" Sam yawned.
"You go up to bed, I'll finish clearing up here," he offered.
Sam leaned up to kiss him.
"Thanks," she said. "I don't know why I'm so tired today,"
"Just think what it'll be like when the baby is here," Tom chuckled, as he steered her towards the stairs. "Goodnight." He kissed her again, and then headed to the kitchen.