It reached Monday and it was the first day that Tom had work and Sam didn't. Still at 20 weeks gone, she had had a nice lie in, before her filling, healthy breakfast of porridge and a fruit salad. And once she had eaten, showered and gotten dressed, she decided to begin packing. She wanted to take it easy, so she began with sorting out her draws in her bedroom which she could thankfully sit on her bed whilst doing so to keep her comfortable.

She decided that it would be fine for her to pack her clothes that she hadn't fitted into for months away for their move so she carefully got a suitcase from on top of the wardrobe and laid it out on the bed before she began to pack her small shorts and vest tops away.

After his first day of leaving Sam at home, Tom had the small sense of hope that he would come home to a tidied flat and a home cooked meal. But he knew that it wouldn't be the case and it wasn't fair to expect that much of Sam anyway so he wasn't surprised when he entered the flat and noticed that the carpet still hadn't been hoovered, and there weren't any enticing smells coming from the kitchen.
"Sam?" Tom called out as he checked the living room and the kitchen, before he found her tucked up under the duvet in bed, fast asleep. Shouting out her name caused her to stir so she opened her eyes and watched her husband crouch down besides her. "Sorry, I didn't mean to wake you." He whispered. "Right, what do you want for dinner?" He asked as he gave her a little assistance in sitting up. "I think I'll need to pop to tescos because we haven't got much milk or bread left." He added.

"Um... Can we have steak with garlic new potatoes and... Roasted vegetables?" Sam queried.
"Of course we can, I love a bit of steak." Tom smiled. "Anything else you want me to get while I'm out?"
"Some dark chocolate wouldn't go amiss." Sam said sheepishly. "Or some strawberries covered in melted dark chocolate would be even better." Sam stated was she ran her hands through her hair. "Woah, good evening to you too." Sam smirked as she felt a rather firm jolt in her side. Tom reached his hands forward and rested them on Sam's bump whilst he continued with the mental shopping list so that he could feel any other kicks.
"Any toiletries that you need?" He asked.
"Nope. Oh um actually, I've nearly ran out of that facial scrub clean and clear stuff." Sam stated. "And don't forget we need condoms." She added quietly when she suddenly felt another kick. "Okay, I don't know what you're getting excited about." Sam stated as she pointed her finger at the bump.

"Maybe they're just happy that mummy and daddy are going to make love to each other." Tom said smugly.
"Not tonight they're not. Maybe tomorrow." Sam stated and Tom's face lit up. "I said maybe." She stated and Tom nodded in acceptance.
"You hear that little ones?" Tom said as he cupped Sam's bump in his hands. "Me and mummy are going to-"
"Tom, don't." Sam interrupted.
"Why not? They're not going to know what we're getting up to if that's what you're worried about." Tom said softly.

" I know just... Don't say that to them." Sam said quietly.
"Okay, can I tell a story to them then?" He asked curiously.
"If you must." Sam replied so Tom cleared his throat.
"Once upon a time..."

The next day, Tom arrived home after a busy day in the ED to a rich enticing aroma that filled the flat.
"Something smells good." Tom smiled as he entered the kitchen to find Sam chopping up fruit - presumably for desert. She was wearing just a tight white vest top and black leggings with her hair tied in a messy bun to keep it out of her face. She was having to reach the counter at an angle because her bump was in the way so she was leaning forward.
"Lasagne. And it's nearly done." Sam stated proudly.
"What a lovely surprise." Tom smiled as he wrapped his arms around Sam from behind.
"And, I had a lie in until about midday so I'm up for a bit of love making once we've let dinner get down." Sam stated.
"Sounds great." Tom whispered into Sam's ear before he pecked her on the cheek and slapped her on the bum.

"Oi!" She squealed as she turned around with the sharp knife in her hand to which Tom put his hands up in surrender.
"Woah! Crazy hormonal pregnant woman, put the knife down." Tom ordered. Sam hadn't realised that she had been waving the knife at him so she quickly put it down.
"Sorry, I didn't mean to-"
"It's alright." Tom smiled because he knew otherwise she would go into a rant about how it wasn't intended and she couldn't have forgiven herself if she had actually hurt him. Suddenly, the oven's timer went off and Tom's face lit up. "Ooh, dinner's done!" He smiled as he grabbed two plates out of the cupboard followed by two knives and forks.
"Don't forget the ketchup." Sam stated as she pulled the oven gloves on.
"Ketchup? With lasagne?" He queried and Sam nodded so he laughed. "Let me guess, this is baby... F that wants it?" Tom queried jokily as he began serving up the meal onto the two plates - he gave more to Sam to ensure she was eating enough but there was plenty there; she had followed a recipe that served six.
"Nope, Baby G." Sam corrected jokily and Tom shook his head.

Sam and Tom were sitting on the sofa after eating their delicious lasagne followed by a fruit salad with yogurt watching TV.
"C'mon, gimme a hand up." Sam ordered as she held her hands out. Tom stood up and pulled her to her own two feet.
"Why're you getting up?" He asked curiosity, though he had an inkling of her intentions.
"Why don't you come and see?" Sam said suggestively as she waddled to the bedroom. Tom slowly but eagerly followed behind her and closed the bedroom door...

The wait had certainly been worth it for both parties as their love making session had brought them extreme pleasure. Sam and Tom laid naked under the duvet, spooning together after deciding that they had had enough because they were both getting tired. Tom had his hands resting on Sam's enlarged abdomen when he suddenly felt his hand being pushed. He smiled as he felt the movements of his children.
"Wow, they're really at it this time." Sam stated as she turned onto her back, let out a small groan, and pulled back the duvet. Both watched attentively as her bump moved caused by her children wriggling.
"Was that a hand?!" Tom asked excitedly as he watched something move briefly across the surface of Sam's skin before it disappeared again.
"I don't know." Sam smiled. "It seems impossible that there's eight in there." She admitted as she rested her hand on the top of her bump under her bust where her little girl, Baby H, was.
"Well, they're all having a very long, very tight hug." Tom joked. "And I don't think that they have anything to worry about a lack of milk." Tom joked as he glanced at Sam's bare, engorged chest.

"Oi, stop it." Sam ordered as she pulled the duvet over her because she was getting a bit self conscious without the protection of the cover.
"Sorry but they're hard to miss." Tom stated defensively.
"So is a fat person but it doesn't mean that you stare at them all the time." Sam stated.
"Ah, touché." Tom smirked as he wrapped his arm around her shoulders. "Imogen called by the way, they think that the house is going to be ready for us by next week."
"Really?"
"Yeah. I'm going to try and organise it so that I can take the Friday off, and we can move on Friday. Then I've got two days to settle in before I go back to work." Tom explained.
"Okay... Don't you think it's going to be a bit weird living in a massive house by ourselves?"
"No. It just means that we've got no one to disturb us and plenty of time to go exploring." Tom smirked and Sam smiled to herself.

"Listen, I um, I heard Robyn the other day talking about throwing a baby shower for me when I'm on bed rest so I've got company but..."
"But you don't want one do you?" Tom stated rather than asked. "I'm guessing you want me to talk her out of it." He added and Sam nodded. "Okay."

They laid there for a little longer in silence enjoying each other's company with their bare legs entwined when Tom decided to speak up.
"I can't believe we're gonna be parents soon." He whispered.
"I know. How on earth am I supposed to trust you to look after one of them let alone eight?" Sam joked and Tom playfully tickled her. "Tom stop!" She shrieked.
"Take it back." He ordered as he continued to trail his fingers around her hips and under her arms.
"I take it back!" She protested and Tom stopped. "Jesus Christ Tom, don't do that." She moaned as she tried to catch her breath back.
"Sorry." Tom apologised as he pecked her on the cheek. "Right, I think it's nearly bedtime so do you want me to make you a hot chocolate?" He queried.
"Can I have some of that strawberry milkshake stuff instead? It's too hot for hot drinks." Sam stated as she used the duvet to fan her body.
"Well I wonder why you're so hot..." Tom joked. "Right, I'll be right back." He patted her bump before he disappeared into the kitchen, still wearing no clothes.

A few minutes later, he returned with her cool beverage and they settled down for the night. But would the move to their new home go smoothly?

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