6:30am
Tom rolled over and smacked his alarm to turn it off. He slowly opened his eyes, expecting to see his wife, who was six weeks pregnant, besides him in the bed however her side of the bed was empty. He then recognised the sound of running water so she must've been in the ensuite shower, however the splashing of water only made him need the toilet so he stumbled out of bed and into the bathroom - usually, he'd use the bathroom when she was in the shower or even brushing her teeth because he didn't care, but she'd never do that because she wasn't as cocky as him.

He entered the bright room to see her enclosed in the steamy cabinet lathering her body with body wash, however as soon as he she noticed him she turned around so that her chest was under the stream of water and her back was facing her husband.
"Morning." He smiled as he pulled his boxers down and began to relieve himself in the toilet.
"Morning." Sam replied briefly as she wrapped her arms around her chest and abdomen in case he could see around the sides.
"Do you mind if I join you?" He asked.
"Um, I'm just about to get out." Sam lied. She was going to spend a little more time relaxing under the warm water that soothed her tensed muscles however, she did not want him to see her lower abdomen because she had already gotten a bump at just six weeks gone and she knew that he would just tell her that she looked beautiful no matter what.

"Oh okay." Tom replied as he tried to hide his disappointment. Just as he was flushing the toilet, he noticed that the bathroom scales had been pulled out. Combined with her facing away from him and the fact that she must've weighed herself, he assumed that she must've gained some weight already so he was determined to compliment her and make her feel better about herself all day. But would it be as easy as it sounds?

Sam was driving to work with her husband as her passenger, and although Tom had promised himself he'd make her feel better about himself, he couldn't help but notice how quiet she had been.
"You alright? You're looking a little queasy." Tom pointed out cautiously as Sam kept her focus on the road. Admittedly, she looked almost normal in the car, however she had looked dreadful before she put a layer of foundation and concealer on to hide the small shadows under her eyes.
"Morning sickness." Sam muttered.
"Wh- Is this the first time?" He asked and Sam nodded. "Do you not want to stay at home and come in a bit later?" He suggested kindly.
"It's just nausea, no vomiting. I'll be fine." Sam replied.

Tom was discretely keeping an eye on Sam who had just picked up her next patient's file at the nurses station in the middle of cubicles when Zoe approached her.
"Sam, there's a pile up on the motorway with an estimated 7 cars involved with entrapments and they're requesting a doctor at the scene." Zoe stated.
"Thanks Zoe but... It's not really a great time of month..." Sam lied awkwardly and she knew she would be believed because her colleague had noticed her quiet behaviour all morning. Even if morning sickness wasn't plaguing her, she wouldn't go anyway because this was her first chance at having a baby and she didn't want to mess it up so early on by taking an unneeded risk.
"Oh right." Zoe placed her hand sympathetically on Sam's upper arm.
"I'll go." Tom offered.
"Right, okay. Jeff and Dixie are waiting by reception, and you can get changed in the ambulance alright?"
"Fine with me." Tom smiled and Zoe quickly disappeared into a cubicle. "You're glowing." Tom whispered to Sam before he ran off for the emergency. Sam couldn't help but smile to herself at the thought that she didn't look as awful as she felt.

"What's that little smile for?" Fletch asked cheekily as he grabbed a pen from the nurses station. "Wait, let me guess. You were thinking of how lucky you are to have a best friend like me." Fletch said smugly and Sam's smile widened at his cockiness. "I'm going on a break, wanna come and get a coffee with me?" He asked. Sam considered it but she knew the risks of too much caffeine, especially in the first trimester.
"Um, I've just had a coffee." She lied. "But I could do with a cold drink." Sam smiled as she knew that a bottle of cold water would surely give her some relief of an uncomfortable stomach. She didn't feel as though she was going to be sick, there was just a dull constant feeling of nausea inside her.
"Sounds wonderful Mrs Kent." Fletch smirked as he linked arms with Sam and they left the ward to go to the café.

It had been two hours since Tom had left for the emergency and the majority of the casualties had been treated for minor injuries, or stabilised and sent up to the wards. All except the containments of one car whom Tom had stayed behind to treat. Sam had just entered reception when a trolley was wheeled in by Dixie and Iain, followed closely by Tom with a bundle of blankets in his arms. He had a long scratch on his forehead which was obviously superficial and had bled a lot, causing him to be covered in congealed blood.
"What happened?" Sam demanded.
"What? Oh nothing, I'm fine honestly. Want some practice?" Tom whispered to Sam as they entered resus whilst he gestured the sleepy baby. They transferred the unconscious patient over onto the bed and explained to Zoe what his injuries were whilst Tom and Sam stood at the end of the bed with the woman's daughter who couldn't have been more than a few months old.

"That poor baby had been crying non stop for the past hour while she was trapped in the car, and as soon as she was in Tom's arms, she zipped it." Dixie smirked as she handed Robyn the woman's belongings. "He's a natural Sam." She stated.
"He only gets on with kids because he's a big kid." Sam joked as the paramedics left.

"Zoe, this is Anna March's husband." Louise announced as she entered the room with a very worried man.
"Ella?" He queried as he suddenly saw the baby in Tom's arms.
"Are you Mark?" Tom asked.
"Yes, Anna's wife. That's my daughter, please tell me she's okay." He begged.
"She's fine, I've checked her over and no harm done." Tom smiled as he handed the little baby over.
"And what about Anna?" The husband asked.
"Tom, you need to go and get checked over." Zoe ordered as Robyn began explaining to the man.
"I'll do it." Sam stated quickly and Zoe nodded so the couple went out into cubicles.

Sam pulled the curtain around after getting an equipment trolley and she sat down on the stool in front of Tom, accidentally entwining their legs together.
"Right, I'm guessing this cut was caused by a metal part of a car." Sam began as she prepared the equipment and Tom nodded. "When was your last tetanus?"
"I can't remember so I'll need a jab." Tom stated. "I'm assuming you're feeling better now."
"Much, thanks." Sam nodded as she got a swab and began to wipe the dried blood off of Tom's face.
"I have got another injury by the way. You'll have to kiss it better tonight." He winked.
"I do hope you mean your lips." Sam stated sheepishly as she turned his head to get a better view of the injury before she continued wiping away the remaining blood. "So, how'd you enjoy stealing my job?" She asked.
"What?" Tom laughed confusedly.
"I'm usually the one who goes out on emergencies but I suppose that'll have to be your job from now on." Sam explained and Tom couldn't help but notice the tone of disappointment in her voice.

"It'll all be worth it in the end." Tom smiled and Sam forced a smile in agreement. "I meant what I said y'know, you're glowing."
"Well I don't feel glowing." Sam muttered.
"Tell you what would make you feel a bit better. How about a night in, me and you watch a movie and we could get a takeaway." He suggested.
"No. No takeaways now, only on the odd occasion when I really want one." Sam stated.
"Okay then, how about I make us a spaghetti carbonara with plenty of mushrooms?" He asked.
"Sounds a bit complex for you."
"Oi, never doubt my cooking skills, I can cook when I can be bothered to." Tom protested as he watched Sam in doctor mode. "I think we should tell Zoe." He admitted. "I mean, she's not gonna fall for 'wrong time of month' every time there's an emergency is she? And, I'm sure she won't tell anyone else." Tom explained.
"Mm, I was thinking about telling her too... We'll tell her after our shifts yeah?"
"It's a date." Tom smiled and Sam shook her head at his ability to always cheer her up. "How am I looking?" He asked as Sam tended to his injury.

"Fine. This scratch is so shallow that it's barely broken the first layer of skin." Sam stated.
"Well it's a good job I'm so brave isn't it?"
"I'm going to go and get the tetanus jab, if you're so brave you won't want me to get you any paracetamol will you?"
"Well, now that you mention it, it is starting to hurt a bit." Tom lied, his forehead was throbbing yet Sam had told him it was just a scratch, it didn't even require a plaster let alone stitches so he didn't want to seem like a wimp.
"So you do want some paracetamol then." Sam concluded.
"If possible yes." Tom replied feebly. Sam smirked before she headed off to the store room.

5pm
"Come in." Zoe called after hearing a knock at her office door. Sam and Tom swiftly entered in their own clothes and closed the door behind them. "Ah Tom, excellent work with the baby today. How's the head?" She asked. She could see a faint red line, about two inches across his forehead where it was already beginning to heal, but it had looked far worse earlier.
"Nothing a couple of paracetamol, a jab and a friendly doctor couldn't fix." Tom replied as he glanced at Sam.
"Glad to hear it. So what can I do for you?" Zoe asked. They had already agreed that Tom was going to tell Zoe, it was what Sam wanted so she hung her head a little.
"Um, we just wanted to let you know something that, could affect Sam's work sometimes." Tom explained carefully.
"Right." Zoe prompted for him to continue, though she had an inkling as to where this was going considering the pair had gotten married a month ago.
"Sam's pregnant, six weeks." Tom smiled.
"Congratulations!" Zoe smiled. "Oh, so that's why you didn't go on the emergency earlier." She suddenly realised and Sam nodded. "Okay, no more emergencies for you then. Have you thought about maternity leave yet or..." Zoe asked.

"We haven't discussed that yet." Sam stated.
"Right, okay. Well just so you know, maximum maternity leave would start 11 weeks before the baby is due, and you can take off 52 weeks maternity leave in total. But minimum maternity leave would start on the Sunday before your due date, and you'd have to take two weeks off after the birth." Zoe explained.
"Okay." Tom nodded before he noticed that Sam was yawning. "Right, I'd better get this one home." He smirked as he placed his hands on her shoulders and slowly spun her around to face the exit.
"Yep, thanks for letting me know." Zoe smiled.
"Oh, and don't tell anyone else yet." Tom added.
"Of course. Have a good night." She smiled as the couple left.

Sam and Tom were sitting eating their dinner whilst watching a movie, but he knew she wasn't really paying attention to it so he decided to make conversation.
"I saw you had the scales out this morning." He stated. "You're worried about gaining weight aren't you?" He asked softly because he knew his much so loved to focus on her health and fitness. But to her, the baby was more important so Sam had avoided going for long runs in recent weeks, instead favouring for extra long walks or the occasional jog.

"No I... Well I've already got a bump and... I just, I don't know how long we can keep it from other people. I want to announce it before people start gossiping about me, but I don't want to announce it just yet." Sam explained as she placed her empty dinner bowl on the small table in front of her.
"I bet you haven't got a bump, you're just thinking that."
"I have!" Sam protested.

"Go on then, let me see." Tom ordered hopefully.
"But you're just gonna say I look fine because that's what men're supposed to do." Sam argued.
"I won't. Honestly, I'll tell you the truth about what I see. Scouts honour." Tom said as he did some odd gesture with his hands.
"You don't even know scouts honour." Sam stated.
"No but if I did, I'd do it." Tom grinned. "C'mon, please?"

Sam huffed before she stood up, and lifted her top up to just under her bra. Tom looked at her beautiful figure, and where he knew that her abdomen usually caved in a little between her hips, he saw a little bump protruding out and he smiled profusely.
"I have to admit there is a tiny bump. But that's our baby growing, not you." Tom said softly as he reached up and pulled Sam onto his lap. He brought both of their legs up on the sofa so she was sitting on his lap, and leaning against his torso in a spooning position only she was on of top of him.

"Don't you think it's a bit early for six weeks? I mean, I've seen pictures of my mum when she was pregnant full term with me and she was tiny." Sam asked.
"Well, every woman is different I suppose. And six weeks isn't that early. I was looking it up, our baby is the size of a lentil, but your uterus is the size of a large orange. And, it also said that some women can feel their uterus at six weeks." Tom explained as he snaked his hands around Sam's hips but she stopped him before he reached her abdomen.
"Don't, I'm bloated, you won't be able to feel a thing." Sam said quietly, but she rolled her eyes as Tom still slipped his arms around her and rested his hands on her navel. "You're so annoying sometimes y'know that?" She sighed.
"You love me really." He smiled cheekily. "Now, I was thinking about names earlier. And I was thinking Tom junior for a boy, and Sam junior for a girl." He joked.

"Haha." Sam said sarcastically as she placed her hands on top of his.
"What Zoe said about maternity leave, how long were you thinking of? Because it's completely up to you." Tom asked curiously.
"I'm not sure. I mean, I've looked up the maternity package pay and it's awful but when I leave will depend on how the pregnancy goes I suppose. I don't want to say I'll leave just before my due date and then find that I'm absolutely knackered." She explained.
"I was thinking, what would you say about me walking around the ED, with a baby sling on, or a carrier, so I could multitask?" He smirked and Sam burst out laughing at the thought. "What!?" He protested.
"I can just imagine you doing that, that's the thing." She laughed. "Right, I need a wee." She announced as she carefully got off of Tom with some assistance.

"Oh here we go, once it's started you'll never stop." Tom proclaimed.
"Stop what?"
"Going to the toilet." Tom smirked and Sam squinted her eyes at him, before she left the room to go to the bathroom.

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