Sam and Dylan- Casualty oneshots

I love you little one

Dylan Keogh is known for not really showing his emotions. He puts up walls to stop people seeing the his real self; making him come across as a grumpy and dry-witted person. Never has anyone seen him with his defences lowered, not even his beautiful wife Sam. He never imagined lowering them completely for anyone, and he definitely did not imagine that they'd come down in the middle of the night for none other than his unborn baby.

Sam and Dylan fluff inspired by a writer's prompt I found on Pinterest. Set in an AU around series 28 or 29.

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Dylan Keogh loved his wife more than anything else in the world, he truly did. However he wasn't very good with emotions. To be honest he was clueless when it came to that certain aspect of life. He found it awkward, confusing and actually quite terrifying. Someone could be bouncing around all happy one moment and suddenly they were upset or angry the next. This unpredictable side of emotions was the terrifying thing for him. He couldn't deal with the not knowing. Due to this he put up walls to help him cope.

These walls helped a great deal, he was rarely expected to deal with an emotional patient at work and no one ever asked or talked to him about their problems. The only down side was that he came across as sarcastic and grumpy. This caused people to avoid and dread having to work with him. He didn't have many friends for this reason. Very few people had actually seen his softer side, in fact he could count out the number of people on one hand. He never truly let his walls down for these people out of fear of not knowing how to deal with their reactions or emotions towards his true self. He didn't even let them down properly for people like his amazingly beautiful wife. Sam had seen Dylan with his walls lowered before, she had seen him during his best and worst moments, but the walls had never been completely down. She called him Grumpy as a sort of pet name showing that even she saw him as the sarcastic and closed off person he pretended to be. How had she ever fallen in love with him?

Sometimes he would sit and wonder about the day he would finally let his defences down. He would try to picture what would happen that day and who would be there. Sam would, he just knew it. Never did he imagine that it would happen at three o'clock in the morning with his unborn baby.

The room seemed to rock softly as the waves lapped against the side of the boat. The bright moonlight flooded the otherwise darkened bedroom with light. The beams of light cast all sorts of shadows on the walls. Some of the shadows kept changing due to the boat rocking in the marina's waves. Dylan watched these moving shadows through weary eyes. He had been awake for what seemed like eternity. Sitting up he turned to look at the clock on the bedside table, it read '3:00'. Sighing quietly he leant his head back against the wall.

Why couldn't he sleep tonight? He had returned home exhausted from a busy twelve hour shift in the ED. There had been a major RTC on the motorway involving countless people. Every doctor and nurse in the department had been worked off their feet with the never ending list of casualties. No one had got a break that day and he had returned home with no energy and had collapsed into bed fully dressed. After a quick one hour nap he had reemerged from the bedroom for a delicious dinner prepared by Sam. It had been slightly over cooked and the potato was lumpy but the meal of grilled beef and mash was perfect to him. Anything that Sam cooked was, except maybe her cakes but that was beside the point. Having eaten and curled up together in front of the tv for a bit the two of them finally went to bed at 9pm, both feeling the need for a decent nights sleep. Sam had dropped off the minute her head hit the pillow, falling quietly into a deep sleep. Dylan on the other hand had only been able to doze on and off since then.