I know, I know, it's been a while. I just have NO movtivation. Or rather, I had no motivation. I think I'm back on track now. Bit of a jump from last chapter now, but I think I need to move it on a bit. Enjoy this :)

"You coming out tonight, mate?" Fletch asked Tom over the computer on the nurses' station. Tom shook his head.
"Mmm. Not while Sam's pregnant," he answered, reluctantly.
"Aww, why not? She's eight months pregnant - she's not dying, Tom!"
"Yeah, but she's just been a bit tired and stressed recently. I'd rather be there for her, even if she thinks she doesn't need me."
"Oh come on! You do know that when the baby's born, you'll never be able to get away. You should take the chance now while you still can! I'm sure Sam would want you to too," Fletch tried to persuade him eagerly; it had been months since Tom had last gone for a drink with the rest of them.
"I'll think about it. I need to talk to Sam first," Tom said, grinning and collecting some paperwork and heading for cubicles.

Tom caught Sam walking in the opposite direction to him, and smiled as he approached her.
"Hey," she said.
"Hello. Look, I was thinking about going out for a quick drink with the lads in a bit, when the shift's over," Tom explained quickly. "I mean, if you don't want me to, that's fine."
"Oh. No, no, that's fine. You go out. You haven't been for ages," Sam replied.
"Are you sure? I really don't mind staying with you. Have you been feeling alright today?"
"I'm fine, Tom, honestly. Go and have fun," she insisted. In fact, she had been planning on spending a quiet night with Tom, as her ankles were beginning to swell and the pregnancy was making her more and more tired by the day, but she didn't want to keep him from enjoying himself. Tom checked the clock on the wall. Seven o'clock. He hadn't realised it was so late: it was the end of their shift.
"Well," he said to Sam, "I'd better get going then." He kissed her on the forehead before going to the staff room to change.
"Yeah. Bye. Don't come back too late," she added, although she didn't think he had heard her. She wrung her hands together and stood, lost for a moment, before re-entering cubicles to finish up with her last patient.

When Sam had changed out of her scrubs, she headed out to her car, considering calling a taxi, before she decided on the car so that Tom wouldn't be tempted to drive home drunk. She drove home from the hospital alone for the first time in quite a while, with the radio turned up, loud. She had missed this. It wasn't like Tom didn't let her or anything, but she didn't really want to whenever he was there. The music drowned her thoughts, and she began to almost look forward to an evening alone. She reached their flat, kicking her trainers off immediately, and grabbing a drink of water. Sam rummaged through the fridge, finding a leftover salad from a few days ago, which she tipped on to a plate, her stomach beginning to rumble at the thought of food. She took it through to the living room and flicked on the television, not really caring what she watched. She had wanted to go out for a run tonight. Well, 'run' was, perhaps, exaggerating. Jogging was becoming increasingly difficult with her eight-month bump, but still, she had wanted to get out. However, now that it came to it, she didn't really fancy it; it was cold and dark outside, being the middle of January, and her ankles, no, her whole body ached. For once, Sam just wanted to curl up on the sofa, and she was starting to wish Tom was with her. She felt a jab in her belly just then. True, she thought, at least she had her baby girl with her. The baby had been very active recently, and she had grown significantly, just in the past few weeks. It was taking its toll on her, although she refused to admit it. She felt a weird urge to talk to the bump, but she had never done it before, and she certainly wasn't about to start now; Tom did enough talking for the both of them.

She sighed and checked the time. She had only been home for an hour. It felt like much longer. She decided to go and have a shower. Before she had time to properly think about it, she had slipped her clothes off and stepped in to the misty warmth. The water relaxed her, but she wished she had had the patience to sit and wait for a bath to run. She lost track of the time again, and eventually stepped out into the stinging air. When she had dried herself and pulled her long, dripping hair out of the way, she went downstairs and sat back in front of the TV. She looked at her phone. It was nine o'clock. Tom had said he wouldn't be long. He'd be home soon. She lay down, hands on her belly: their default position nowadays. She wasn't watching whatever programme was on, so she closed her eyes, the TV's quiet droning sending her to sleep.

Sam woke at the sound of the door. She frowned. Tom. She sat up as he appeared in the living room, apparently making his was towards the stairs.
"You've been a while," Sam said quietly, making Tom jump. He hadn't noticed her asleep on the sofa.
"Sorry," he said. "Time just got away from us. Why are you down here?"
"I was waiting for you," she replied. For some reason, her voice was growing cold. "What's the time?"
"Nearly two."
"Two?" she exclaimed. "What have you been doing?"
"Just talking down the pub."
"For six hours?"
"Well, like I said, we just got a bit carried away." He obviously hadn't heard her tone of voice, but suddenly she was shouting.
"You said you wouldn't be back late!"
"No I didn't. I said I didn't know when I'd be back. I don't know why you're getting so upset about this."
"Because I wanted you here tonight."
"Well how was I supposed to know that? I said I'd stay if you wanted me to, but you didn't. You can't just expect me to guess what you're thinking."
"You seem to take it upon yourself every other time," Sam shouted.
"What's that supposed to mean?" His voice matched hers now.
"You always think you know what's best for me!"
"Well I'm sorry I didn't this time, okay? You're being ridiculous, Sam. You're probably just tired. Why don't we go up to bed?" He lowered his voice to a normal level, but Sam did not.
"No! I am not going anywhere with you tonight."
"Fine." Tom walked back to the hall and grabbed the coat he had just hung up in the corridor.
"Where are you going?" Sam asked, no longer shouting.
"I think you need some space," said Tom sharply, as he stepped back outside, slamming the door behind him.

Sam stared after him. What had she done? She looked to the ceiling in frustration, a few unexpected tears sliding out of her eyes, but she wiped them viciously from her eyes and sniffed before anymore could fall. She didn't know what was wrong with her, and although she hated blaming the pregnancy, it was probably because her hormones were all over the place. She reached for her phone, but then remembered it was upstairs. She got up from the sofa as quickly as her tired body and protruding stomach would let her, and headed upstairs. She picked her mobile up, and called Tom's number. It went straight to voicemail. So he really was angry. She breathed deeply, trying not to cry again, and slid under the covers of the bed. It was no use trying to sort this out tonight, so she tried to fall back to sleep.

I've nearly finished the next chapter, so that shouldn't be long. If you're lovely and I get lots of reviews, I might be persuaded to upload it tonight, or tomorrow :D Anyway, I NEED baby name suggestions now guys!