Five days. Five long, dreadful days that Sam had been going out of her mind with worry as she frequently went to the toilet to check if she had begun her period but, no she had had such luck. When she was a young teenager she was grateful to be late because that meant that she didn't have to endure almost a full week of regular loo breaks to check if she was leaking or immense pain in her lower abdomen. But now she was a young adult. A sexually active adult, at that, and that meant that being late was no longer welcomed, it was a cause for concern.

Of course, she hadn't told her husband of her worry; why should she? It's her body, her reproductive system and her responsibility. But she was just feeling so volatile because of the situation she was in. She hadn't taken a test, for she was sure she would begin bleeding soon. But nerves were setting in because she was not just a day or two late, she was five days late.

"You haven't had breakfast." Tom pointed out as his wife pulled on her coat to leave for work. They often left at different times in the evening depending on where he they got let off early or stuck behind with a particular case so they both went to work their separate ways too.

"Aren't you clever?" Sam muttered to herself so that he did not hear as she put her phone in her pocket.

"Do you want me to make you some toast quickly?" He offered.

"Don't you think if I'd have wanted toast I would've made it myself?" Sam snapped abruptly.

"What's wrong with you?" Tom demanded in an elevated tone. "You've been grouchy with me all morning and I'd rather like to know what it is that I've supposedly done to upset you."

"You haven't done anything." Sam grumbled as she put her hand on the front door handle.

"Well what's up then?" Tom asked softly as he knew that getting angry with her wasn't going to help anything.

"You really wanna know? Sam barked.

"There you go again with the snapping. Of course I wanna know, if I didn't I wouldn't have asked."

"Fine. If I'm really bothering you that much then I'll go somewhere else." Sam muttered as she opened the front door and then slammed it behind her before she stormed off on her walk to work - she had decided against driving so that she could leave their apartment earlier and then waste more time in the evening if she had not come on so that she didn't have to hide from her own husband.

Tom was standing by the nurses' station in the middle of cubicles as he watched his wife deal with a patient from afar when he was joined by Adrian Fletcher.

"You alright?" He asked.

"Yeah um, has Sam spoken to you recently?" Tom questioned.

"About anything in particular?" Fletch queried.

"No I was just wondering what's wrong with her... She's been moody with me ever since she woke up this morning. In fact she was pretty grumpy yesterday and the day before too."

"Maybe she's on her period and she's in pain." Fletch suggested as he had covered for Sam on more than one occasion when she had either snapped at a patient or had to run to pharmacy for painkillers in the few years that they had worked together.

"No, she would've told me if it was something like that." Tom replied.

"PMS?" Fletch suggested humorously.

"Maybe." Tom shrugged. "Right, I'd better get on. But let me know if she says anything to you yeah?"

"Will do mate." Fletch nodded before he sat down on a spinning chair by the computer in front of him and then discreetly watched his best friend get on with her work as he wanted to crack the mystery as to what was wrong with Sam Kent.

There was an unwritten rule that every Wednesday, Sam and Tom would meet up in the hospital cafe to have lunch together. And they had been doing it for so long that one of them could walk up to the till and ask the lady, who served hundreds of people every week, for the 'usual' and she would bring them over two BLT sandwiches on brown bread, with a green tea for Sam, a bottle of dandelion and burdock for Tom and a slice of Chocolate sponge cake with two spoons so that they could share it.

However, Tom had had to order alone and then sit in the back booth with lunch for two as he waited for his wife, though he doubted whether she was actually gonna come considering the foul mood that she was in. And after waiting for ten minutes, he was just about to leave when the door opened and Sam swiftly entered and then sat opposite him rather than next to him.

"You're late." Tom announced with no intent of anger because he knew how heavy their workload could be and he was slightly relieved that she had turned up.

"In more ways than one." Sam muttered but it came out rather loudly and her eyes flew open in regret once she'd realised that her husband had heard her.

"What d'ya mean?" Tom asked before it clicked in his mind. "What? You mean you're late late?" Tom questioned. "How late?" He asked eagerly.

"Five days." Sam mumbled as she played with the spoon in her green tea that was no longer steaming, but still very warm.

"Well why don't you go and do a test?"

"Because maybe I don't want to." Sam snapped.

"I can come with you." Tom offered as he realised that she had only been being defensive the past few days because she was quite clearly very scared and vulnerable, but only he as he husband had worked that out. Not even she herself knew that she was scared.

"What part of 'I don't want to' didn't make sense to you?"

"Sam I- I'm trying here I don't know what you want me to do or say but you're being really unfair to me at the moment and I don't like it." Tom tried to reason with her.

"Well I don't like the situation that I'm in either but that's life Tom, you don't always get what you want."

"What so you don't want kids? I thought you said you did-"

"Not now." Sam interrupted.

"Now now? Sam you're 28 and I'm 30, we've both got stable jobs I don't see why you- great, so you're just gonna storm off like a child are you?" Tom interrupted himself mid sentence as Sam got up and began to walk away. Once again, she hadn't eaten and he didn't doubt that after skipping breakfast, she probably hadn't eaten anything the entire day. He sighed to himself as he looked at the food before him that remained untouched as he had been waiting for his wife. On a good day, he would quite easily finish off the whole lot himself and not gain an ounce however it wasn't a good day - it was far from it - so he ate half a sandwich to get him through the day, put his drink in his pocket and then he made the short journey to pharmacy where he was met with a young lady at the window.

They sold over the counter medication, as well as filled prescriptions and gave out basic pharmaceuticals like birth control but he was stumped when he peered through the glass to see up to a dozen different types of pregnancy tests, ranging from a few pounds to almost ten pounds.

"How can I help you?" The woman smiled.

"Um... I need a pregnancy test- I mean, I don't need one but I need to get one for someone." Tom stuttered.

"Let me guess, you don't have a clue where to start?" The woman queried.

"Not really no."

"Well to be honest cheaper doesn't necessarily mean less accurate but it depends if you want to know roughly how many weeks since conception." She replied. "This one is over 99% accurate one day after the woman's period is due, it'll tell you positive or negative and then how many weeks if it's positive, and it's got two tests in one box so you can be sure." She stated as she picked up a Clearblue pregnancy testing kit.

"Er, I'll take that then." Tom stated as he took his wallet out of his pocket.

"That's £8.99." She stated as she put the box in a white and green pharmacy bag, though she was slightly shocked when the man who she knew to be a doctor because of his scrubs, placed a ten pound note on the side, grabbed the bag and then quickly disappeared. He hid it under his top as he entered the, thankfully, empty staffroom, grabbed a post-it note and then wrote:

'Just take it when you're ready, and I'm here for you. Tom x'

He then used a trick he'd learnt to open Sam's locker without her key, and then put the test and note in there before he locked it up and proceeded to get on with his job as he awaited the result of one test that could change his whole future.

Thank you for reading! I am beginning to plan out my story Double Bubble but this two-shot idea came into my head and wouldn't leave me alone so I had to write it! Pretty please could you leave me a review? XD