"tom? Im home?" she called shutting her front door and taking off her bag and jacker. she placed her hand onto her very small bulging belly, not that anyone would notice she's pregnant witha slightly loose top on. "tom?" she repeated going upstairs. She saw tom carrying out a large box "hey.." he said seeing her. he put down the box and kissed her cheek.
"What the..." sam said walking into the spare bedroom which she normally stored junk in, it was not empty and freshly painted.
"Thought we should make a start on the nursery!" tom smiled going in behind her and over to the carrier bags in the center of the floor beside a tub of paint & a flat packed box.
"Tom its..."
"a working progress fit for a newborn baby?" he queried
"Bright! i was going to say bright!" she said dabbing the custard yellow wall with one finger, looking at it and then looking around.
Sam still hadn't fully adjusted to the idea of being a parent...she definatley wasn't looking forward to the sleepless nights, the 100 nappies a week and the every 3 hour feeds. Toms pager went off, he pulled it from his pocket "i need to go." he said kissing sams forhead on the way past. Sam had gone to say something but then didn't bother she was too exhausted to fight. Hearing the door shut downstairs she sighed looking around
"this place is a mess" she shook her head then got to work herself.
Sam fixed the patchy paint and let it dry, she then put a border around the walls that she'd found in the carrier bags. She lifted the white sheets from the floor and took them out of the bedroom and put them into the empty box beside the boxed up items that used to fill that room. By then it was going 8.30pm, she sighed and poored out the dozens of wooden pieces from the box "how hard can this be?" she said and spent an entire hour trying to put it togther.
She moved positions alot unable to keep comfy. Feet up on the window ledge as she lay flat on her back reading the instructions.
Leaned against the door silk pushing her feet off the opposite one. Sitting cross legged she shook her head about to mimic te words "i..." but didn't she just moved her hands about like hand gestures then placed her head into the palm of her hands.
Sam got some food from the kitchen, an overly sized portion of chicken goujons, wedges and carrots with sauce dipping pots on the side. She ate that followed by 2 scoops of ice-cream with buttercup sauce and chocolate smarties ontop. She ate it quickly so she could hide the evidence in the dishwasher before tom came home! She knew he'd moan if he saw how much she was gobbling down of the bad foods.
Tom still wasn't home by 11pm so sam went to bed.
It was 2AM when tom stumbled threw the door, trying to be quite he took of his coat & shoes, went upstairs and as he glanced into the spare room he stopped to see a perfectly decorated yellow room, with a faun teddy bear boarder and a dark brown wooden crib in the center of the main wall, with the bumper set already on it. He smiled then crept into the room, took of his clothes pulling on his jammie bottoms he hopped into bed. Sam had moved about when he did so
"tom..what time is it?" she qhispered rubbing her eyes.
"Shh its only 2am..." he said kissing her forhead as he pulled the covers comfably over both them.
"I finished cleaning up the mess you left...thanks by the way" she said now looking at him.
"yeah...i saw" he smirked knowing he shouldn't have. "You built the crib yourself?"
"Yeah...but i'd check it to make sure it's not gonna collapse the moment you touch it!...the instructions for thoose things are impossible" she said rolling onto her opposite side so she was facing away from tom.
Tom smiled as he lay behind her and wrapped his arm over her as she went back to sleep.