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7:34pm, March 31st, 2014. That was when their baby was born. It was nine o'clock now. Sam bit her lip. She tasted blood; she had been chewing for the past two hours. The longest two hours of her life. Of Tom's life too. It was killing them both to know that the baby they had been waiting so long for, the baby they had only been able to look at for a few brief seconds, was lying not far away, fragile and delicate, tubes and wires her lifeline. They hadn't been told anything so far. Sam hated that she had come of out this totally unscathed, while the baby, though she didn't want to think like that, might not even live. Still, thirty three weeks. She would be almost fully developed, with a high chance of survival. Her lungs would be her biggest problem.
"What should we call her?" Sam asked suddenly, tiredly.
"No idea," Tom replied. They had had plenty of time to discuss it, but it had never really been a comfortable conversation for some reason.
"Well there must be some names you like, because I haven't got a clue where to start."
"Okay," he thought for a moment. "I like Rachel. And Lucy, and Amy, and Eva, and Laura-" He stopped when Sam smiled. "You like Laura?" he asked.
Sam considered it. "Yes, I think I do."
"Do you want to go with that, then?"
She nodded. "If you're happy with it."
"Definitely. Thank God, I thought I would have to go through names all night." He was surprised they had managed to agree so easily. "Do you think she needs a middle name too?"
"Yes, although I've never really seen the point of them."
"No, but I think she deserves one. What, then?"
"I don't know. Something nice. Laura... Laura Emily, Laura Grace, Laura Jane. I don't know." She paused. "Laura India."
"Laura India?"
"Yes."
"Any particular reason?"
"Sounds nice. Special. And she's special," Sam said. Tom patted her.
"I'm blaming this on your hormones," he joked.
Sam glared at him. "Well, do you like it?"
"Yes, it's beautiful. Laura India Kent."
He squeezed Sam's hand. "It won't be long."

"You can come and see your daughter now," a nurse they hadn't seen before told them, appearing in the doorway of the delivery room. Sam was exhausted and hurting, but she didn't care, she jumped up, pulling Tom with her and walking as quickly as she could without running. She was lying still in the incubator, her tiny arms by her head. Sam went to her automatically.
"Can I touch her?" she asked.
A doctor nearby nodded.
"Hello Laura," Sam whispered. "Hello baby." Laura's eyes were squeezed shut, and her hands clenched in fists, but Sam took a fist and stroked it gently. She was so small. The doctor began to speak.
"She weighs four pounds, seven ounces. That's about what we'd expect. In fact, it's bigger, so she's already got an advantage. Unfortunately, as you can see, she's not breathing on her own yet, but we're hoping that will sort itself out. Other than that, she's doing just fine. You can take her home when she's breathing normally." The doctor smiled and left.
Tom joined Sam, taking her hand, and Laura's. They didn't need to talk. Both were thinking the same. She was beautiful. She was perfect. No matter what.
"We're so unprepared for this," Sam said suddenly.
"How d'you mean?" he asked.
"Well, we've got nothing. No cot, no pram, no clothes, except for what we've been given. And now she's here, when the hell are we going to get any of it?"
"Sam, don't worry about it now. We can go in the morning. She's probably going to be here for another day, at least."
"But we have to stay with her."
"No we don't, she'll be alright for a few hours, or you can stay," Tom suggested.
"Okay. Okay, we'll go in the morning." Tom dragged a chair over for her, then pulled one up for himself, and they both sat down, not particularly looking forward to the long night ahead of them.

It had been a quiet night. Sam realised that she hadn't even heard Laura cry yet. She tried not to let it upset her. Tom lifted his head from his shoulder, opening his eyes and stretching.

"Any change?" he asked immediately.
Sam shook her head. "How long have you been awake for?"
"About two hours," she replied. "They brought me tea," she explained, seeing Tom's expression. "Do you think we can go shopping for her now?"
"I'll go and see if they mind us popping out for a while," Tom said, getting up and finding a nurse. He returned a moment later.
"They want you to stay in case she wakes up, because you'll need to feed her. Is there anything you want me to get you?"
"A proper breakfast would be nice. Hold on, I've made a shopping list. I hope you're ready to spend a lot of money." She handed him a scrap of paper, and Tom laughed at the huge amount of writing.
"Well, we'd have had to spend it anyway, it's just being done all at once. I'll see you later." A kiss on her forehead, a gentle squeeze of Laura's hand and he was gone.
Sam yawned. The uncomfortable plastic chair hadn't made it easy for her to sleep last night. She still had Laura's hand in hers, stroking her bare shoulder with her thumb gently. Suddenly, there was a choking sound. So quiet that Sam wasn't sure she had heard, but when it came again, directly in front of her, she had to catch her breath. A nurse came over from the other side of the room. She listened to her breathing, and was satisfied that she was breathing by herself. She gently removed the drips going into Laura, who opened her eyes, just a little way, then screwed them up again and began to wail.
The nurse wrapped her in a white blanket and lifted her out of the incubator, handing her to Sam.
"She's probably hungry," she explained. "I'll show you how to feed her, if we go back to your bed." Sam followed her out of the room and back to the delivery ward, where she propped herself up on the pillows. She was shown what to do by the nurse, who retreated to the other side of the room.

Half an hour later, Sam had just finished feeding Laura when Tom returned. He saw Sam with the baby in her arms and grinned.
"My two beautiful girls!" he exclaimed.
"Shut up," Sam said, but she was too happy to care. "Did you get everything?"
He nodded. "I think so." He was carrying a baby carrier with a bundle of clothes, some nappies, and a pot of chopped fruit, which he handed Sam. "I've dropped most of it off at the house, otherwise there wouldn't have been room for both of you in the car! Have you fed her? How was it?" he asked, changing the subject.
"Fine, easy really." She smiled. "The midwife's told me everything. She should be fine, and we can go now, but obviously we need to bring her in if there's any change."
"Great! Shall I take her while you get changed?" Sam handed Laura to her father, who kissed her softly and began to change her into one of the tiny babygros he had bought. He then strapped her into the car seat. When Sam came back, clutching a pile of leaflets and information about premature babies, they were finally able to leave the hospital and take Laura back to her new home.

Please let me know what you think! Do you like the name? Also, I'm a bit stuck for things to happen in the coming chapters, when they've taken Laura home. Any suggestions would be great! X