Fluffity fluffy fluffiness :) Enjoy, and happy Christmas! (Is it too early?)

Just as Sam peeled her sleepy eyes open, she felt a kiss on her shoulder. She lay still for a few moments, her head turned away from Tom. Then she buried her head in the duvet, trying to hide her growing smile. When everything became quiet, she emerged to find Tom's head hovering millimetres above her own, poised to kiss again. After she had recovered from the momentary shock, she let her smile show grudgingly and leaned up to peck him on the lips.
"Happy Christmas, Beautiful," Tom greeted. Under the duvet she felt his hand go to her bump, stroking it. "And happy Christmas, Baby!" he laughed.
Sam rolled her eyes. "I don't think she knows it's Christmas."
"She does now."
"Where's my breakfast?" Sam asked, changing the subject.
"Give me a chance, I've only just woken up too! I thought we could do presents after lunch, but what do you want to do before that? If you stay here, I'll bring you breakfast," he added.
"Presents? You're not getting any presents!" She darted out from beneath the warm cover and into the frigid air before he could pin her down. "And I think I'll make my own breakfast, I'm having a shower now. You could join me if you wanted."
He raised an eyebrow. "That is not an invitation I'm going to pass up," he said, slipping his t-shirt off and joining her in the bathroom.

They hadn't wanted to buy a whole turkey, especially as they were going to be the only ones eating, so they had settled for chicken instead, which they now sat eating, along with everything else a Christmas dinner should have, except instead of potatoes, Sam had rice - her current craving.
"How about Isabella?" Tom asked.
"No," Sam replied abruptly.
"Emily?"
"That's better, but no."
"Well what names do you like, Sam? "
"I don't know, I haven't really thought about it. Why do we have to do this now?"
"We don't, I just thought you might like to. Never mind." He pointed to her empty plate. "Did you enjoy that?"
"Yes, thanks for cooking it," she said.
"That's okay," he replied. "Room for pudding?"
"I always have room for pudding. Just a little bit though, please."
He chuckled. "Okay, I'll just go and get it while you sit here then, shall I?"
She beamed innocently, but stood up to clear their plates anyway.

"Present time!" Tom announced gleefully. Sam shook her head; he was like a little child. They were kneeling around the small tree, surveying the layer of presents on the carpet under it. Tom passed her a present from his parents, and unwrapped another one himself. She laughed.
"Let's see," he said.
"It's a guide to sleeping when you've got a newborn baby!" She held it up for him to see. "What've they got you?"
"Fancy chocolates," he replied appreciatively. Tom handed her the few remaining presents from friends and colleagues: a blanket from Zoe, and a pack of nappies from Fletch ("Glad to see he's thinking practically," remarked Sam.), and then she gave him her present.
"Sorry, I didn't really know what to get you," she said when he unwrapped a striped green set of a scarf and gloves.
"What are you sorry for? I really needed a scarf! Come here," he said as her cheeks flamed. He kissed her gently. "Thank you."
"So, where's my present?" she joked, trying to peak around the other side of the tree and in between the piles of discarded wrapping paper to see if a small present was hidden there. Nothing. She was puzzled.
"Well," he replied. "Please don't hurt me," he put his hands up in defence. "I've sort of left half of it at work. But I can do the other half here." He sat up, took her hand in his, and put one knee in front of him. "Sam Nicholls, will you marry me?"
"Oh," she cried, leaning over her knees suddenly and pulling her hand from his light grip, taking it to her stomach.
"What? What's wrong?" Tom said urgently, all happiness drained from his face, his proposal forgotten.
"I think I felt her kick," Sam whispered. She took his hand and placed it on the side of her bump. "Right here." Tom felt it this time, his face alight in reverence. Sam laughed at his expression. "If you're like this now, what are you going to be like when she's born?" she wondered. He grinned, unable to say anything coherent. Sam took his face and kissed him forcefully, surprising herself. "But yes, I will marry you!" Tom was really speechless now. He kissed her again - the only thing he could remember how to do.
"When you say you've left half of it at work, do you mean you've left the ring at work, or you just haven't got one yet, and you're distracting me until you have time to get one?" Sam joked.
"I have got you one!" Tom protested. "It's just in my locker at work."
"Right. Of course it is. I don't mind if you haven't got me one, Tom."
"But I have," he insisted. "It's just at work. Why don't you believe me?"
"Because how do you leave an engagement ring in your locker? Why was it there even in the first place?" she questioned.
"I had to get it on the way to work one afternoon, and then I just sort of forgot about it. Well, not forgot, but you know."
"But what if it had been stolen?"
"Unlike you, I actually lock my locker."
"I still don't think I believe you," she teased.
"Right, well I'll show you then!" He helped her up, and pulled her gently out towards the car, ignoring her indignant splutters.

He drove as fast as he could, not wanting to spend the afternoon of Christmas Day in hospital. At the hospital, a mixture of speed walking and speed waddling (in Sam's case) took them to the staff room. They took no notice of the surprised stares of Zoe and Noel, and continued on. When they had their breath back, Tom opened his locker. He rummaged through old articles and spare clothes until he found it. A small, square box.
"See!" he exclaimed triumphantly.
She grinned. "I did believe you really, I just like winding you up," she said cheekily. He chose to overlook that, and opened the box. He took her left hand, and slipped the ring delicately onto her finger.
"Ooh!" They were interrupted by a squeal from the doorway. Robyn and Zoe were standing there, grinning as widely as they could. "Congratulations!" Robyn squeaked. Sam rolled her eyes at Tom, but she wasn't really upset, she would have had to tell everyone at some point. Hearing the fuss, a few more of their colleagues appeared in the staff room, and it was only after explaining to everybody why they were there, that they were finally able to escape to enjoy the rest of their Christmas Day.