7am
At 8 weeks pregnant, Sam was sitting at the breakfast bar in their open plan kitchen eating a bowl of fruit when Tom entered with just a towel wrapped around his waist. She watched as his eyes fell straight upon her abdomen which she was sure was growing because, in Tom's words, she had a 'perfectly rounded bump'. It was only small, but because she was wearing a tight white vest, it was obvious.
"I don't think I'm gonna be able to hide it much longer." Sam admitted. "My scrubs pretty much give it away."
"I think it's just because you're skinny that you're showing so much." Tom stated as he put two slices of bread in the toaster for his breakfast.
"It's not just physically... I want to tell people as well."
"Well then, why don't we tell people?"
"Really?"
"Yeah, I want to tell people too, I just thought I'd let you decide when you want to tell people. Tell you what, why don't we stop at tescos on the way to work and get some cakes to put in the staffroom and we'll tell everyone this morning?" He suggested as he got the butter out of the fridge.
"Okay." Sam nodded. "But you'll have to stop me from eating them all." She added.
"You hardly have to worry, you're already eating all of the right things so you can enjoy a treat." He stated. "Are you not feeling sick this morning?" He queried because almost every single morning for the last two weeks she had been nauseous, however considering she was sitting there with a bowl of fruit, he guessed otherwise.

"Nope. Thank god." Sam said happily as she put a cube of melon in her mouth. "Oh and um, can I tell fletch before everyone else?" She asked.
"Yeah sure. Tell him he can be uncle fletch if he wants." Tom smiled.
"Seriously?"
"Yeah. Our baby isn't going to have a real aunt or uncle because we don't have siblings so I'm sure Fletch will be appreciated." Tom nodded. Sam got up off of her seat and then wrapped her arms around him as she buried her head in his chest.
"Thank you." She mumbled.
"No worries. Now- ooh, my toast is done!" He smiled as he pulled away from Sam and began to butter his toast, leaving Sam with a grumpy face because she had been enjoying the hug.

8am
Sam and Tom arrived in the busy staff room with two carrier bags filled with donuts, cakes and chocolates because they knew that sweet treats always accompanied good news in the staff room such as a birthday or promotion - is was an unwritten rule.
"Wahey! What's the occasion?" Fletch asked cheerily as he leant against the counter with his cup of coffee.
"Fletch, can I have a word quickly?" Sam asked as everyone's attention had been drawn to their arrival.
"Yeah sure." Fletch nodded as he put his mug down and then followed Sam outside of the staff room to an empty corridor. "What's up?" He asked.
"I just wanted to tell you before the others that... I'm pregnant." Sam smiled shyly.
"Wh- wow! Congratulations!" Fletch beamed as he wrapped his arms around her. After a few seconds he pulled away because he was sure he could feel something that had not previously been there when he had hugged her before. "How far gone are you?" He asked curiously.
"Eight weeks." Sam admitted as she unzipped her hoodie to show him her small bump through her tight white vest top.

"Only eight!" He laughed.
"Yeah, thanks for that." Sam muttered as she zipped her hoodie back up.
"No, sorry I-"
"It's fine, Fletch." Sam sighed as she folded her arms across her chest. "Right, I'd better get back."
"No, come here. I haven't had a proper hug yet." Fletch pulled Sam back and gave her no choice as he wrapped his arms around her.

A few minutes later, Sam and Fletch entered the staff room where Zoe, Max, Noel, Louise, Robyn, Jamie, Rita, Charlie, Tess, Ash, Ethan, Cal, Lily, Lofty and Tom were standing with cups of tea or glasses of orange juice, while the bags of treats sat on the breakfast bar being eyed up by most people in the room. Sam joined Tom where everyone was looking at them, and Fletch joined the crowd whilst the couple grabbed each other's hand for support.
"We're having a baby." Tom stated simply.
"Oh my god!" Robyn squealed first as she ran up and hugged Sam. Sam awkwardly raised her hands and patted her on the back before the nurse released her. Everyone gave a round of applause as Sam backed into Tom as he wrapped his arms around her and put his hands on her stomach.
"How far gone are you?" Max asked bluntly.
"Depends. How far do you think I am?" Sam raised an eyebrow as she stepped forward and waited for him to guess. Max began to panic because he knew how hormonal pregnant women could be and he didn't want to upset her, but Tom quickly held up seven fingers up behind her so that she didn't see.
"Um... 'Bout seven weeks... Give or take?" Max said innocently.

"I'm eight weeks." Sam stated. "And Tom, I know you just held your fingers up; I have eyes in the back of my head." Sam added causing the crowd to smirk.
"Right, who wants cake?" Tom announced to change the subject as he went over to the bag and everyone began crowding around his to get a sugar fix for the day. After everyone had congratulated the couple and gotten their treat, Zoe ordered everyone to get to work so it was just Sam and Tom left in the staffroom. "I managed to save us these." Tom smiled as he held a packet of two cookie and cream cupcakes.
"Thanks. Can you save mine? and I'll have it at lunch." Sam asked as she began to get changed.
"Sure." Tom nodded as he put the packet in his locker and then wrapped his stethoscope around his neck.
"I need to go shopping at the weekend by the way." She stated as she wrapped her ponytail into a tight bun.
"What for?" Tom queried.
"None of your business." Sam replied sheepishly.
"Is it... New underwear?" Tom queried.
"Sort of."
"New bras?"
"And bingo, he gets it in two." Sam said jokily as she shut her locker.
"Why do you need more? You've got loads." Tom laughed.
"Because my ones are getting tight." Sam stated.
"Aha, the joys of pregnancy." Tom smiled. "I'll come with you, just to make sure you don't go spending too much money." Tom smiled cheekily.
"In your dreams." Sam sighed as she left the room with her husband in tow.

"Y'know, there are quite a lot of benefits to being pregnant." Sam aired a thought out loud as Tom and fletch approached her.
"What? Aside from having a baby?" Fletch asked sarcastically.
"Well I'm generally kept away from patients with vomiting or diarrhoea by everyone, and Zoe won't let me anywhere near any drunks so I actually get some interesting cases." Sam explained.
"Yeah, meanwhile I've had to deal with all the puking, dirty bastar-" Tom began before being interrupted.
"Tom, this is Daniel Holmes." Jeff announced as he entered with a patient on a trolley so Tom had to leave his wife and follow the bed into a cubicle. "He's er, caught himself in his zip, there was a little bit of blood as far as I could see, but he's not letting anyone examine him." Jeff explained.
"I'm telling you now, I am not having a bloke treat me." Daniel stated angrily.
"You'll have who you're given I'm afraid." Jeff huffed.
"Her, how about her? I want her." Daniel stated as Sam walked past the cubicle. She stopped and looked at the patient who had a blanket over his lower half with just Jeff and Tom in the cubicle.
"Sam, could you?" Tom asked as the paramedic left for his next emergency that would hopefully involve a politer patient.
"Sure." Sam forced a smile as she entered the cubicle. "What's the problem then?" She asked.
"I've caught me bloody foreskin in me zip love, wouldn't kiss it better would you?" He said rather loudly which prompted Tom to step in front of Sam to protect her.
"Mr Holmes, you either remain respectful to all members of staff, or you'll have to leave the premises without treatment." Tom threatened calmly.
"Well I'm not letting her 'ave a look, when you're here. Mate, c'mon I've gotta have some privacy." The man whined.
"Right, any trouble, I'll be outside." Tom whispered to Sam before he reluctantly left and pulled the curtain across the cubicle.
"Right," Sam began as she pulled on a pair of gloves.

"Where're you going?" Tom asked as Sam emerged from the cubicle ten minutes later with a disgusted look on her face.
"Toilets to wash my hands - he's got gonorrhoea and he had like this yellowy-green discharge." Sam grimaced as she rubbed her hands together.
"You did have gloves on right?"
"Yeah but you know what the gloves are like, it still feels like your hands are wet when they're not." Sam stated.
"Did he know he had it?" Tom asked curiously.
"Nope, he thought it was just something that would go away." Sam stated. "I'll be back soon." She added before she entered the female toilets so that she could scrub her hands and lower arms because even thought she knew they weren't truly as dirty as she thought they were, she just didn't like the idea of touching a person's genitals when they had an STI.

Thanks for reading. Coming up is a bit of fluff when Sam and Tom go shopping. Please review :)