Friday 10th October 2014

Finally, the day arrived that Sam was ovulating and she and Tom were planning on a night to remember. But it was going to be just any old night, they both wanted to make the evening special. And so Sam had offered to cook them a romantic Italian meal - well, it wasn't so much romantic, more unhealthy. However, Tom decided to make the evening more intimate so he entered the kitchen to be with her, rather than watching TV in the living room.

"Right, Chef Kent is here to help." Tom announced and Sam turned around and raised an eyebrow. "What? I can cook when I'm told what to do." He stated and Sam rolled her eyes in amusement.

"You can start by washing your hands." Sam ordered.

"Yes chef." Tom smiled and Sam couldn't help but smile as he did so, and then pulled on the black and whit cooking apron that was in the kitchen draw for messy meals.

"I would say I only use that to stop getting my clothes dirty, but then again you are quite a messy person aren't you?" Sam smiled as she poured out two large glasses of raspberry cream soda, made in Italy to go with the Italian themed dinner. "Speaking of messy." Sam smirked as the four month old Shadow entered the room and began sniffing around on the floor for any crumbs left over.

"C'mon, what can I do?" Tom asked as he picked up his glass and took a mouthful of it. "Mm, that's good stuff."

"It should be for the price they charge." Sam remarked. "And you can get me the smoked salmon, Parma ham, pancetta, feta cheese, Brie cheese, the olives and the rocket from the fridge and the olive oil, and the jar of pesto from the cupboard." Sam stated as she took out a thick wooden chopping board to serve it on. "We're having antipasto for starters." Sam stated and Tom raised his eyebrows as he gathered the ingredients.

"What's antipasto?"

"It's the first course of an Italian meal, I think."

"So you basically just said, we're having starters for starters." Tom concluded as he finally shut the fridge after gathering all the ingredients that Sam had bought the day before. He watched as Sam got out another chopping board, a sharp butchers knife and put the smoked salmon fillet on it. "I wouldn't want my beautiful wife to chop her fingers off now, would I?" Tom whispered into Sam's ear as he stood behind her, and put his hand over hers on the knife, and slowly carved a very thin slice off. "Though, if you did. I could just stitch them back on for you." He joked. Sam smiled to herself as Tom guided her hand slowly until they had sliced up all of the small fillet and then he put the knife down.

"I had a bit of ovulation pain today." Sam stated, and she was slightly apprehensive as to whether Tom would joke about it and say it was too much information, or whether he would be glad but she thought that he deserved to know that they were trying for a baby at the right time.

"That's good to hear." Tom smiled before he pecked her on the cheek. And Sam smiled as she let out a sigh of relief. "Right, what can I do now?"

"Um.. You can cut up the feta cheese into cubes."

"You know, traditionally after an Italian meal, we would have wine and then have a strong expresso after but I didn't think that alcohol or caffeine should be on either of our menus for tonight." Sam stated as she and Tom had just finished their desert of pistachio gelato.

"No, I don't think it should either." Tom nodded as he stared lovingly into Sam's eyes. "Are you ready?" He asked softly.

"Definitely." Sam replied confidently.

"What about the mess in the kitchen?"

"It's Saturday tomorrow, we'll have plenty of time." Sam shrugged.

"Go on, you go to the bedroom, I'll take the plates out to the kitchen otherwise someone else will finish off for us." Tom smirked as they both looked down at Shadow who was looking back and further between Sam and Tom in confusion - she knew that they were talking about her. Sam couldn't help but smile as she got up from the table and disappeared into the bedroom so Tom quickly took their bowls and glasses out to the kitchen before he went to the bedroom where he found Sam in a black and blue half cup balconette bra along with matching lace knickers with her straight hair down over her back. "Well isn't this a pleasant suprise?" Tom said innocently as he began to pull his shirt over his head, and he kicked the door shut to keep Shadow out.

They laid in a tangled mess under the duvet after making love in the hope that they would create their first child.

"Shall we go for a quick shower and then hit the sack?" Tom suggested softly as he stroked Sam's hair

"Okay." Sam looked up at him with sleepy eyes as she smiled. "But not hot like normal." Sam added as she glanced down at her abdomen under the covers.

"Of course not. We wouldn't want mummy to get dizzy would we?" He beamed.

"I was thinking more of the heat killing your sperm but okay, let's go with dizzy." Sam said sarcastically as she sat up and then Tom followed her to the bathroom. There was no need to undress as they had done so half an hour ago, so they both stepped into the shower and then let the stream of water cleanse their skin that had gotten slightly sweaty during their intense, intimate session.

"I'll wash your hair for you." Tom whispered as he picked up her Aussie shampoo bottle. Sam smiled as he lovingly massaged the shampoo from her ends to her roots and into her scalp before he moved out of the way and let Sam have the jet of water to herself to rinse it out. "So, I know you wouldn't feel any symptoms yet but, do you feel any different? Or do you feel like something is happening inside of you?" Tom asked curiously.

"You know I can't." Sam stated. "But if I feel any different at all, I'll let you know."

"Don't I know it." Tom retorted, which received a glare. "I'm joking." He said innocently. "It was a joke."

Thursday 23rd October 2014, 3am

The previous day, Sam had gotten a pregnancy test that she was going to take the following morning as that was when her period was due, and she wanted to take the test with her husband to see the result together. However, in the early hours of the morning, Tom awoke to some noise and he opened his sleepy eyes to see a dark silhouette exiting the bright bathroom, before the light turned off and the person got into bed besides him.

"Hey, you never normally go to the toilet during the night. Increased urination." Tom teased excitedly yet quietly as he wasn't fully awake.

"It's not that." Sam mumbled sorrowfully.

"Hey, what's wrong?" Tom asked concernedly as he sat up slightly and looked over so that he could see her face that she had buried into her pillow. "Sam?"

"I'm sorry... I've started." She apologised and it took a few seconds before it clicked in Tom's mind what she meant.

"For definite? Or is it just some spotting?" Tom asked.

"No. I'm not pregnant Tom." Sam sighed.

"Well it's okay, it doesn't always happen first time and we've got plenty of time to try again."

"I know." Sam nodded. But despite them both being slightly hopeful about the future, both were clearly disappointed.

"Do you want your hot water bottle or some painkillers?" Tom offered to break the silence that had fallen upon them. But Sam shook her head in reply. She did have a painful stomach ache - that was why she had woken up so early - but she had failed her husband, and she believed that she deserved to be in pain. He wrapped his arms around her abdomen and held her tightly, as it took the both a while before they could get back to sleep once more.

10am

Sam sat down at the nurses station in cubicles to update her patient's notes, when Fletch came up behind her.

"You up the duff yet?" He joked.

"No. I am 100% not." Sam stated sternly without making eye contact and fletch got the message.

"I take it you've tried then, but it didn't work."

"Fletch no offence but this really isn't any of your business." Sam snapped. "Sorry, I'm just not in the mood." She apologised as she ran her hands over her face.

"If it makes you feel any better, when me and Nat were trying for our first, it took 7 months." Fletch stated. "And now look at us, we've got four kids." He said reassuringly as he patted her on the back and then went off to get on with his job. Seven months. Seven long, hard months, Sam and Tom had only tried for one month and she was already disheartened. So she stopped updating the patient's files, quickly made her way to the staff room in the hope that she wouldn't be seen before she started researching ways to increase the chances of conception on her phone. There were various herbs and spices encouraged, different positions during intercourse to aid penetration but she was in perfect health. She wasn't overweight, she didn't smoke, she had stopped drinking alcohol and coffee. Why wasn't she pregnant? It seemed so frustrating, yet she felt isolated because although she knew Tom was disappointed, he seemed able to continue the day without any problems. She knew that in exactly 2 weeks, she would be ovulating again, and she was determined to make the most of it.

Coming up: Will the Kent family get the news that they've been waiting for?

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