8am

It was Saturday morning and Sam and Tom were going to Bluewater shopping centre because they both needed some new clothes and Sam wanted to get a few bits like a new handbag and some comfortable shoes. She was then nine weeks and Tom watched as she couldn't button up her skinny jeans at the top because of her ever growing bump. It was a two hour drive away, but they had all day free and they knew it would be worth going to a larger shopping centre than the usually Holby one because it was bigger and had a better variety of shops.

"Can I make a suggestion?" Tom asked. "Try wearing leggings for today and we'll get you some new jeans while we're out. Besides, jeans won't be very comfortable to sit in the car in will they. You're better off wearing leggings." Tom stated.
"But you're wearing jeans." Sam stated.
"But I'm not pregnant." Tom stated and Sam rolled her eyes as she pulled her jeans down and kicked them off before she yanked a pair of leggings off of it's hanger from the wardrobe.

A little while later, both had had breakfast and were ready to go.
"Right, do you want to go to the toilet before we leave?" Tom asked as he pulled his coat on.
"I'm not a ten year old Tom." Sam stated as she pulled her long straight hair out from her jumper.
"Of course not." Tom huffed before he opened the front door for the two of them to go, however Sam regretted her statement because she actually did need the toilet, she just didn't like being told what to do. She knew it was due to increased blood volume in her body and so her kidneys were producing more urine as they filtered more blood, however she couldn't wait until the second trimester where hopefully, it would settle until the baby began to push down on her bladder months later.

Just half an hour into the journey, Sam really needed to go, but she didn't want to admit it to Tom.
"Why don't you have a little nap?" Tom suggested.
"Nah, I can't sleep in cars." Sam stated as she crossed her legs.
"Do you want a drink?" Tom asked as he nodded to the bottle of water besides him in the drinks holder as a test because he was sure she was in need of a restroom stop.
"No." Sam stated briefly.
"Do, you want to stop and stretch your legs?" He queried.
"No."
"Do you want to stop for a tinkle?" Tom smirked and Sam folded her arms across her chest and huffed. "Is that a yes?" He asked but she didn't reply. "I'll take that as a yes." He concluded as he pulled into the first lane ready to go to the services.

As Sam came out of the toilets, she saw Tom who was sitting on a bench waiting for her.
"You're in one of 'them' moods aren't you?" He said softly as he pulled her into a hug.
"I don't know what one of 'them' moods is." Sam mumbled into his chest.
"No, neither do I." Tom admitted and they both laughed a little. "Look, there's a big mothercare at Bluewater so why don't we have a look at the baby stuff, maybe get a couple of bits?" He suggested as he tucked a bit of her hair behind her ear. "And, guess where we're going for lunch?"
"Where?" Sam asked curiously.
"Go on, guess. Where's your favourite place to eat out?" He asked.
"Pizza express." Sam stated.
"Aha, I saw that little smile." Tom smirked as he held hands with her and began to walk out to the car.

Sam and Tom had just entered the shopping centre from the car park when Sam noticed a Boots shop.
"I just need to get a few bits in here." Sam stated.
"Okay."
"No, you can stay out here. Sit down on the bench, I won't be long." Sam forced a smile and he got the message so he let her go alone.
"Right, I'll be here then." He stated as he sat down and watched his wife walk away into the shop. Sam grabbed a basket because she wanted to get quite a lot - places like Boots did a lot more toiletries and hair and beauty products than tescos did so she often ended up spending quite a lot in there. First, she grabbed a bottle of water for her and a bottle of Pepsi zero for Tom because she knew they'd get thirsty at some point or another. Then she made her way to the hair products where she got a few conditioner and hot oil treatments that she used on a weekly basis, along with some new hair bands and clips before she went over to the feminine toiletries aisle.

After checking that no one was watching her, she picked up two boxes of panty liners for the disgusting pregnancy symptom known as discharge, before she headed over to the make up to get a decent concealer because the increase in hormones was causing her to have slightly greasy skin which was causing the odd spot or two to pop up now and then.

Sam was in a cubicle, trying on plenty of clothes in the empty changing rooms in New Look which we thankfully unattended so they weren't being bothered whilst Tom sat on a bench outside and he told Sam what he thought every time she came out in new clothes. Sam came out in a pair of jeans which were one size bigger than her usual size, and she glared at Tom because she couldn't do the button up at the top.
"It's not my fault!" He protested. Sam came out further and looked in a long mirror before she looked at Tom with lust in his reflection. "What?" He asked innocently and Sam just looked around the room wondering if they would be able to get away with it. "What?" He repeated.
"How about me and you..." Sam suggested as she nodded to the cubicle.
"What? Are you being serious?" He asked and Sam nodded as she bit her lips. "You do realise that this is your hormones-" he began but Sam grabbed a fistful of his shirt and dragged him into the cubicle before she locked the door. "Sam there's hardly enough room is there?" Tom protested because he felt a little uneasy about making love in a small room with no more than a small bench that wasn't even long enough to lie down on.

But Sam pushed him down onto the bench so that he was sitting there as she sat on his lap with her legs straddled around him before she brushed his lips with hers. "You sure you're not gonna regret this?" He whispered as they pressed their foreheads against each other and looked lovingly into the other's eyes. Sam just closed her eyes and devotedly kissed her husband as she began to undo his belt...

Just four minutes later, completely naked with their clothes scattered on the floor, Tom was sat on the bench with Sam still straddled on too of him. She had her head tucked under his chin and she listened to her husband's heartbeat as she slowly recovered from their short, energy consuming session. He could feel that she was slightly sweaty as her skin fixed to his, but he sat there and slowly rubbed her back because he knew she was all tired out. Sam's bump was resting on Tom's abdomen which they both found romantic as the small family were all together.

But suddenly, the silent tranquility was broken as there was a knock at the door making the couple jump slightly.
"Yes?" Sam replied hesitantly because she knew that the action that they had just performed was actually illegal, only it had been her hormones leading her before, not her brain.
"Are you okay in there madam? You've been quite some time." A female voice called.
"Yes thanks... I just want to make sure everything fits properly." Sam lied after letting out a sigh of relief whilst Tom remained silent as he kept one arm around Sam's bum, stopping her from sliding off of him and the other arm around her bare back for support. "I won't be much longer." She added.
"Okay, well give me a shout if you need any assistance, I'm happy to help." The woman said cheerily before they heard her exit the changing rooms as the door clicked shut.
"Jesus Christ that was close." Tom muttered.
"Mm. But it was worth it." Sam added as she reached up and pecked Tom on the cheek.

"Of course, and by the way, I know what you mean about needing bigger bras." Tom smirked as her looked down at her chest.
"C'mon, we'd better hurry up." Sam stated as she carefully got off of him and to her own feet as she began to get her clothes back on.

"I'm just saying, don't you think spending £60 on four bras that will probably be too small for you in a few months is a bit too much?" Tom protested as they left the shop where Tom had watched Sam try on several different sizes before she got the right ones - she had already gone up a full cup size and that was before her milk had come in.
"Are you saying I'm not worth it?" Sam asked as she walked freely, carrying her tired little legs whilst her husband carried the boots bag and two New Look bags along with plenty more bags of new clothes that Sam had gotten. Suddenly, Sam glanced up and caught eye of the fairly large mothercare store in front of her.
"You wanna take a look?" Tom asked.
"I um... I..." Sam stuttered as she suddenly became nervous at the thought of having to buy everything for a little baby who would rely on her and her husband 24/7.
"Come on, as long as you don't buy the entire store." Tom smirked as he put all of the shopping bags into one hand so that he could take his wife's hand for support and then headed into the store. He first took her over to the maternity section to gently ease her into the store becuase he knew she'd be more comfortable buying products for herself than the baby. "Hey, how about these?" Tom suggested as he picked up a pack of two bump bands that were designed to give a little extra support and warmth as they fitted completely around the bump and back. Sam took the pack from him and looked at them without actually knowing what she was looking for. "Ooh ooh ooh we have to get this!" Tom stated as he picked up a fluffy light brown teddy bear with a brown bow under it's chin.

Sam smiled because her husband was being far too excited over something that in her opinion didn't need to be done yet because she was only nine weeks pregnant. However, she agreed to the bump bands, and the toy and they soon ended up wandering around the cots where there were some cots to put up to see them.
"Now here's a tough question: will the cot be on your side of the bed, or my side?" Tom asked.
"Mine." Sam stated firmly. "But, don't you think we should move to somewhere bigger? I mean, sure it'll be exhausting doing it while I'm pregnant but it'll be even harder when our baby's here because it'll just unsettle them." Sam stated.
"What, like to a bigger flat? Or a house?" Tom queried.
"I'm not sure." Sam admitted. "We'll have to look at prices first." She stated.

8pm
Tom was just driving into the car park by their flat in the dark because it was only late February and the evenings were only just beginning to get lighter.
"So much for 'I can't sleep in cars'!" Tom muttered to himself quietly because Sam was fast asleep in the passages seat with her hood up to keep her warm. He gently brought the car to a stop and unbuckled his seatbelt. After deciding that they didn't have any shopping that needed to be refrigerated so he could leave it in there until the next morning, he went around and opened Sam's door because he was going to carry her up to their flat; he didn't have the heart to wake her.

He reached across and undone her seatbelt before he carefully manoeuvred her so that -like earlier- she had her legs straddled around his waist and her chest leaning against his torso, only this time she had her head resting limply on his chest. He was balancing her on his hip, almost like he would do to a child.
"Wh... Tom?" Sam queried sleepily and Tom stopped moving as he used his spare hand that wasn't supporting her weight up and stroked her hair.
"Sshh, sshhhh, it's alright, we're nearly home." Tom whispered and it settled her once more so she closed her eyes after she'd wrapped her arms around his neck. He quietly shut the car door, locked it and headed back up to their flat.

He pulled the duvet back with his spare hand in the dark room, before he laid Sam down on her back on the mattress.
"Tom..." Sam mumbled.
"Yeah?"
"Thanks." She whispered happily without closing her eyes and Tom shook his head in disbelief that she was awake -well, partially awake- and that she had just pretended to be asleep so that she didn't have to get up.
"You're welcome you lazy cow." Tom replied jokily as he dropped his jeans and pulled his shirt off. Once he switched the light off and climbed into bed, he let Sam get into her usual bedtime position: she shuffled closer to him, entwined her legs with his to keep her feet warm during the night and she buried her head in his chest. "Night night." Tom whispered as he pecked the top of her head, before he wrapped his arms around his wife, and settled down for the night.

Coming up is Sam's first ultrasound at 12 weeks where the 'something extremely rare' will be discovered :) Please review, I love reading them!