Sam was sitting at the breakfast bar with her bowl of muesli that was nearly finished. And that was a second course to her bowl of fruit salad to keep her energy high, and to provide all eight of her babies with the right nutrients.

"Right, you looking forward to today?" Tom asked as he came in and zipped his hoodie up. The pair, along with an interior designer, were going shopping to furnish their new nine bedroom home in time for Sam to see the finished result before she was admitted to hospital for bed rest. They were due to be picked up at 8:30am by the designer and they would first head to a very large ikea warehouse that they had access too thanks to the magazine's boss.
"Mm. But remind me to look at the books to get a couple for me to read in hospital." Sam ordered as she finished off her breakfast, and then washed it down with a glass of strawberry and banana smoothie.
"Will do." Tom nodded.
"473 calories for breakfast." Sam announced smugly.
"Wow. I'm proud of you." Tom smirked.
"No need to be patronising." Sam stated as she dropped off of the stool and onto her feet. She groaned as she pushed her hand into her aching spine for support. "Clean this up for me. I need the toilet." Sam ordered as she gestured the mess that she had made in the kitchen by cutting up fruit and using the blender, along with the dirty two bowls and glass as she waddled away to the bedroom to use the ensuite bathroom.

Sam, Tom and Imogen entered the humongous warehouse after being given permission to go around it to search for furnishings and anything that they wanted was to be given a large black cross in marker on the box so that the men would go around after them and picked them up to get ready for delivery. It was practically lifeless with shelves around three storeys high stacked with boxes.
"So," Imogen the cheery interior designer began as she stood with her A4 notepad, small calculator and pen, "I've got the measurements for all of the rooms. Is there a particular room that you want to sort out first?" She asked curiously.
"I suppose our bedroom is probably the most important." Tom stated as they began to walk and he snaked his arm around Sam's waist. "We plan on having three cots in our room for the babies to sleep in for the first six or so months and they'll share." He stated.
"Okay. Is there a particular colour scheme you want to go for?" Imogen asked. As they stopped by the enormous aisle that was filled with tins of paint.
"Um..." Sam trailed off as she began to wonder about it.
"Tell you what, you two decide on a colour and I'll just work out how much white paint you'll need for all of the ceilings." She smiled before she walked away from the couple to give them some space.

"How about... Pale and light blues?" Sam suggested.
"Yeah, I was going to say that." Tom stated.
"Well that's that settled then." Sam concluded. "And make sure we get a king sized bed. You take up all the room in our normal bed." She added. Tom was about to protest about the fact that she was the size of a whale and she took up about 3/4 of the bed, however he knew it would upset her so he refrained from commenting. They watched Imogen use the black marker to put a large cross on 8 tubs of ceiling paint before she joined them once more.

They arrived at the baby furniture section, and at first they paused to look at the catalogue to see what they wanted.
"So, how many cots are you going to want?" Imogen asked curiously.
"Eight. I mean, to start off, we'll have them sleeping in two threes and a pair in our bedroom, but when they get a bit older, they'll need their own cot." Sam explained. "And we need to get ten cot beds too. What I was thinking was that we could use the spare bedrooms for storage for now, because they probably won't have their own bedrooms until they're much older." Sam added.
"Yep okay."
"How about this one?" Tom suggested as he pointed to a light brown wooden cot. Sam looked at it and the details before she nodded.
"Okay, ten of them then." She smiled and Imogen checked that the measurements would fit, and located the product code before she put a cross on ten boxes.

After ordering all of the furniture, carpets, lighting, paints and a fully installed kitchen, the trio headed to a large shopping centre to buy things like clothes - both for the parents and for the babies - along with toys etc.
"Can we stop in here? I need to get some books for my bed rest." Sam queried and Imogen, as usual, smiled.
"Of course, take your time. I'll be by the tills when you're ready." She replied so Sam and Tom entered WHSmiths and headed for the baby section after grabbing a basket.
"I'm surprised we haven't bankrupted goodbye magazine yet." Sam joked as she slowly rubbed her bump.
"You're joking right? As much as I know we've spent a hell of a lot of money, I'm sure they've got billions sitting in their pockets." Tom stated. "You hear that you lot? You're not even born yet and you're costing us hundreds." Tom joked as he slipped his arms around Sam from behind and looked down at her bump.
"Y'know, that U shaped pillow had better be cosy because I can't wait to get into bed tonight." Sam stated as she picked up one parenting book and read the blurb of it before she placed it in the basket. Tom watched as Sam went along the aisle and picked up several more books before she stopped and smiled so Tom caught up with her.

"What?" He asked curiously.
"Look, there's a reading group." Sam said quietly as she nodded to the circle of parents and young toddlers on a bright, colourful rug with pillows and soft toys whilst a shop employee read a book out loud.
"Pft, who'd need to join one of them? We'll have enough children to start our own reading club." Tom stated smugly. "And I happen to do a very good gruffalo voice." He added. "Speaking of which, there's the children's section. Let's go and get some books for them."

Sam watched as her husband walked over to the vast children's section so she slowly padded after him as he began piling the thin books into the basket.
"Do you not think that we should start off with these?" Sam said bluntly as she picked up two books. One entitled 'My first 100 words.' And the other 'My First 100 numbers.'
"Yeah, but when they're in NICU and we're trying to get them to go to sleep, I hardly think they're gonna prefer 123 to once upon a time." Tom stated as he took the two books off of her and put them in the already heavy basket.

7:30pm
Sam and Tom were sitting in the back of Imogen's car as she pulled up outside their flat after a long day of shopping. They had bought everything for the new babies, along with furniture for the whole house and a few play area things for the large garden which would be stored in the garage until the kids were were old enough to use it. They had also gotten a new variety of clothes each and Sam had even gotten a few dresses. Everything was going to be delivered to the new house soon, and Imogen was the project manager to ensure that the whole house turned out just as Sam and Tom wanted it to.

Imogen turned around to say goodbye, however she noticed that Sam had fallen asleep on the journey home.
"Aaww." She whispered and Tom smiled.
"Sam... Sam c'mon wake up. We're home." Tom said softly as he rubbed her arm. Slowly she opened her eyes to see her husband, before she realised that she was still in the car.
"Oh um... Sorry." Sam muttered as she unclipped her seatbelt.
"No, don't worry. It's fine." Imogen smiled. "Listen, it was great meeting you and I shall do the best job that I can for your new home. I wish you all the luck for your babies, I'm sure you'll be great parents."
"Thanks. And thanks for helping us today, I'm sure we'll love the house." Tom replied. "C'mon, let's get you tucked up in bed." Tom smirked at his wife before he got out of the car and went around her side to help her out. "Thanks again." Tom said as he closed Sam's car door before Imogen drove away. "Right, you need a big meal seeing as you haven't eaten a lot today so do you want a nap and then have something later, or do you want to eat now and then have an early night?" Tom asked as they slowly made their way up to their flat.

"Seeing as we haven't had a takeaway in months, can we order a Chinese?" Sam asked. "That'll get plenty of calories in me." She joked half heartedly. "And I promise I'll eat healthily tomorrow."
"Yeah, sure, that's fine. And don't ask about what you can eat; I'm not in charge of what you eat, you can eat whatever you want." Tom nodded. They entered their flat after taking the lift, and both sat down on the sofa with the menu, a pen and the phone. "Right, what do you want, you can chose the dishes we have." He offered.
"Right, I want to order loads because I'm starving. But only if you don't comment on how much I'm eating." Sam warned.
"That's fine. I'm starving too so order however much you want and I won't say a thing, honest." Tom replied. "But make sure that you get chicken balls." He added. Sam smiled to herself as she took the pen and the menu and began circling what she wanted. She circled several dishes before she handed the menu and the phone to Tom. "I take it I'm ordering yeah?" Tom laughed as he rang the number from the menu. "Hello, I'd like to order a takeaway to be delivered to number 6 free land road... Yep, I'd like sesame prawn toast, chicken balls, prawn crackers, crispy seaweed, beef fried rice, chicken curry, a quarter of a duck with pancakes, crispy chilli beef and Peking style spare ribs. Oh and a bottle of Pepsi zero." Tom said slowly down the phone. "Yes... Okay thank you. Bye." He hung up then phone and relaxed into the sofa. "They're gonna be around twenty minutes." Tom stated and Sam huffed.

"Don't forget we still need plates, glasses and utensils." Sam stated and Tom nodded.
"Oh right, you want me to get them." He realised what she had meant so he jumped up and headed to the kitchen.

"How long does it take? Do they know I'm starving? I've got to eat for nine." Sam moaned, then there was a knock at the door. "Finally!" She got up off of the sofa and waddled to the front door.
"That's odd, it's only been 10 minutes." Tom stated confusedly. "But still, I don't think I've ever seen you move so fast in the last 18 weeks." Tom joked and Sam glared at him before she opened the door.
"Mrs Kent, I'm David Lays from itv news we were wondering why you weren't responding to our emails." The man said quickly and Sam was blinded by a bright flash of a camera from the man standing besides him.
"Oi, get out of this building now!" Tom ordered as he leapt off of the sofa and in front of Sam. He slammed the front door shut before he turned around to see Sam rapidly blinking. "You alright?" He asked worriedly.

"Jesus, that was bright." Sam muttered before she rubbed her eyes. "How do they know where we live?" Sam asked.
"Um, they must've followed us or something. C'mon, come and sit down, I'll get the Chinese when it's here." Tom said as he guided his wife back to the sofa and sat her down. "It hasn't affected your appetite has it?" Tom joked and Sam playfully elbowed him.

A few minutes later, there was another knock at the door.
"You stay there." Tom ordered as he got up to answer the door. He tentatively opened it to reveal the delivery boy from the Chinese holding two carrier bags of food. "Oh um, how much?" Tom queried.
"£28.60 please." The young lad replied as he handed Tom the bags. Tom got out his wallet and handed the boy a twenty pound note and a ten pound note.
"Thank you, keep the change." Tom smiled before he closed the door and placed the carrier bags on the table. "Tuck in." He announced and Sam didn't need telling twice as she took out the bag of prawn crackers.

After a lot of Chinese food and two glasses of Pepsi, Sam was absolutely stuffed. Tom had eaten slightly less than Sam but he wasn't used to eating 4400 calories a day so it was understandable.
"Right, where's the body pillow? because I just want to go to bed." Sam asked as he stretched her arms out in front of her.
"It's already on your side of the bed; I put it there this morning." Tom stated as he held hands with Sam to help her to her feet. "Go and get into bed, I'll clean this up and I'll be with you in a minute." Tom said kindly.
"Thank you." Sam smiled as she kissed Tom on the cheek before she waddled off to the bedroom.

Ten minutes later, Tom entered the bedroom to find Sam cuddling the body pillow with her arms and legs wrapped around it and her bump resting on it. He quickly brushed his teeth in the ensuite before he stripped down to his boxers and slid into bed besides Sam. He longed to cuddle her like he did most nights, however he had gotten the body pillow because he knew that it would support her body - or more specifically, her back- a lot more than he could and it would hopefully provide her with a better, more comfortable sleep.

Thanks for reading! The next chapter is the interview and the photo shoot. Please review :)