Entering the hospital's chapel that evening with the takeaway boxes in his hands, Calum approaches Sam's Mum.
"I don't mean to bother you, I brought you this, it's from my Mum. Just some food for you, the lemon bars are really good."
Smiling her thanks, Sam's Mum indicates for him to sit down, "There's been no change, they're just watching and waiting so I thought I'd take a small break."
"I'm sure you can use one," Calum's pleased that she seems a lot calmer than this morning, he had been worried about her and, although he didn't know what to expect this evening, he's glad he decided to come.
"He mentioned a Calum. I said, tell me the name of one special friend and he said your name."
Calum feels a warm fuzzy feeling that Sam would mention him above Michael and particularly Corey, those two are the best of friends after all.
She smiles at him and he gets a feeling she'd pat his cheek too if she half a chance, "Thank you for the food. I'll stay a little longer and then I'll go to his apartment tonight."
"His...apartment?" Calum's stomach sinks as he tries to maintain a neutral face.
"Oh for stuff, you know toiletries, pyjamas. I don't even know if he wears them but he'll need something for when, if, he wakes up. Thanks for the food, it was very thoughtful of you."
Scrabbling in his pocket to get his mobile out Calum rings Corey at work as soon as she's left to sit with Sam again.
"It's me."
"Oh my god, is he dead?" Corey whispers after a pause.
"No but he's going to wish he was when he finds out his Mum's going to his place tonight for fucking pyjamas!"
"Oh shit, what if she finds his porn?" Giggling, Corey stops what he's doing, suddenly horrified.
"And his magazines! And, oh shit, remember his birthday last year?!" Every time Calum thinks of something Sam's Mum really shouldn't find, he thinks of something worse.
"When we gave him the thirty three dildos! That was hilarious!"
"Well it's not so funny anymore! We've got to go there and find all thirty three!"
"Wait," Corey suddenly has a revelation.
"What?" Calum wonders what he could have missed, what's worse than all those dildos?
"What if he's given some away as hostess gifts?"
~~~
"I don't have a lot of time."
"You have time to kiss your son," Geordie says, leading the way into their lounge room.
Placing Gus in Michael's arms he gives her a small smile as he looks into the face of his still very much new born son. Cradling his head, Michael bends to place a gentle kiss on his velvety soft cheek.
"Hey honey, his bath's ready!" Maddie calls, arriving in the room and coming to a complete stop when she sees Michael there handing Gus back. "Oh! Did we know he was coming?"
"No, we did not know." Michael's demeanour changes completely when he sees Maddie and he uses the most snide tone of voice he can muster.
"Well it would be nice if you'd call first. As I said, his bath's ready so if you want me to take him..."
"I don't give a shit what Sam wants!" Michael places himself between Maddie and Geordie, glaring at the former. He's been wound up all day by the news Maddie gave him, about him being Sam's decision maker, and he doesn't want it. "I'm not doing it. Do you understand?"
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Fanfiction"The thing you need to know is, it's all about sex. It's true. In fact they say men think about sex every twenty-eight seconds. Of course that's straight men. With gay men it's every nine." Twenty nine year old advertising executive Michael Cliffor...
