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The months passed surprisingly quickly, and Sam was now five months old. Alfie and Kat couldn't get over how much he'd grown and how different he was - he now had soft black hair like his dad and a cheeky grin most of the time.
"Oi, I thought I told you not to steal my toast," Alfie said, laughing, to Kat.
"You nicked the last slice!" Kat exclaimed. "Eurgh, you've put Marmite on it." She dropped it back on his plate with a look of disgust.
"What's wrong with you? It's gorgeous," Alfie said, taking a bite out of it.
"Well, you better brush your teeth before trying to snog me," Kat said. Suddenly a spoonful of babyfood flew through the air and splatted on her cheek. She turned and looked at Sam, who was giggling and holding his plastic spoon.
"You little beggar," Kat said, rolling her eyes. "Can you at least try and get a little bit in your mouth?"
Sam laughed and rubbed a handful of his breakfast onto the top of his highchair. Kat sighed. She could never get angry with him, not really. His laughter was kind of contagious. "Come here. Right... the plane flies over England, over France, then onto the runway..." She pretended to fly the spoon into his mouth and he accepted it, gazing at her.
"You're really good with him," Alfie said, watching them.
"Course I am," Kat smiled. "I'm his mum, aren't I?" She wiped a dribble of babyfood off Sam's chin. "He looks just like you, you know."
"Yeah..." Alfie looked at his son. "I'm just as messy at eating as he is."
Kat laughed. "You can say that again."
Sam took the plastic spoon off Kat and tried to feed himself. This time he managed to get most of the spoonful of babyfood into his mouth and Kat smiled with pleasure. "Good boy." She ruffled his hair fondly. "We're off to see Grandad today, what do you think of that?"
Sam cooed to himself and examined the remains of his breakfast intensely. He poked his hand into the bowl and studied the food stuck to his fingers.
"I'm sure he's very excited," Alfie said, grinning.
Sam saw them both smiling at him and he laughed, putting the food-covered hand to his face. Kat sighed. "I'll have to get him cleaned up before we go."
"He's only five months, he's bound to make a mess." Alfie finished his toast and went to kiss Kat. She ducked - she hated Marmite. "Where did you put the cards?" It was Charlie's birthday and he had wanted all the family to be there.
"In the drawer-" Kat helped Sam eat some more breakfast, and then cleaned him up. They were only going across the Square, but she wanted him to look nice. For some reason that even she didn't really understand, she still wanted the rest of the Slaters to know that she was a good mum.
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Kat, Alfie and Sam went round to the Slaters' house later. The Slaters were having an impromptu birthday party for Charlie - any excuse, Kat thought in amusement.
"Hi," Little Mo said. She was sitting on the sofa with Billy, who had his arm around her.
"How have you been feeling?" Kat asked her sister.
"Morning sickness has gone, I think." Little Mo replied. "At least, I hope so." She had announced a few months ago that she and Billy were expecting a baby.
Kat sat down next to her, picking Sam up out of his pram and sitting him on her knee. He leaned against her - he couldn't quite sit up yet without support.
Charlie came over. "Hello, little lad." Sam looked up at him. "Well, the family's getting bigger, no doubt about that."
Sam blew a bubble and giggled when it popped on his lips. Little Mo looked at him and smiled. "He's very cheerful, isn't he?"
"Course he is," Kat said. He tousled Sam's black hair affectionately. "He's gorgeous and all."
Little Mo's son, Freddie, wandered in. He was 2 years old now and had mousey brown hair. "Mummy," he said, and tugged at the bottom of her skirt.
"What is it?"
"Baby," Freddie said, pointing at Sam. He stared at him for a few seconds.
"He's your cousin," Little Mo said. "You've met Sam before, haven't you?" She picked the toddler up and held him on her lap so he could look at Sam. Freddie looked at the baby and Sam gazed back at him.
"Hello," Freddie said curiously.
Sam started making nonsensical babbling noises to himself and then inspected his fingers. He eventually put his thumb in his mouth and sucked it reflectively.
"Baby can't talk?" Freddie asked.
"Not yet," Kat said. She smiled. "I remember when you were this little, Freds. I'm your Auntie Kat, remember?"
Freddie nodded. He climbed onto Billy's knee and settled down contentedly. "Daddy, it's Grandad's birthday?"
"Yep," Billy answered. He still found it surprising that Freddie called him Daddy. He loved the kid now, of course, like he was his own. He just wondered if Little Mo was ever planning on telling him the truth.
"Do we get cake?" Freddie asked innocently. They all laughed.
"I hope so," Kat said.
Big Mo stirred uncomfortably. "Um, well..."
Kat looked shocked. "You didn't get a cake?!"
"I forgot," Big Mo said guiltily. "And I was going to make one, but I forgot that too..."
Charlie sighed. "It doesn't matter.Just as long as I've got all you lot here."
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By the time Sam was nine months old, he had turned into an adorable little boy who looked just like a baby version of his dad, with black hair and blue eyes. Kat and Alfie were always joking about this. He was beginning to talk now - Kat felt like she had fallen in love with her baby all over again the first time he had said "ma ma" to her. He could understand what his own name meant, and smiled whenever he heard the word "Sam". Over the past nine months, Kat and Alfie had found out a lot about themselves and their son.
"I'm off to work," Alfie said in a businesslike way.
Kat grinned. "Downstairs, you mean?" She jiggled Sam about, who was sitting in her lap playing with a soft squeaky toy. He squeezed it and it squeaked, and he blinked in surprise.
"Yeah," Alfie said. "It's no good, this. I'm not getting any exercise."
"I can give you plenty of exercise," Kat said slyly.
"I bet you can," Alfie said. He leaned down and kissed her. "I'll come back up when I get a break."
"Yeah, you better," Kat said mischeviously. "I miss you like crazy when you're not here..." She pulled him towards her again and kissed him. Sam looked outraged, and pulled on Kat's hair, wanting attention.
"Ow," she said. "Alright, alright." She grinned at Alfie. "See you later, gorgeous."
"Bye bye, Sam," Alfie said, waving at him. Sam raised his hand and waved back slowly, then got bored annd dropped his hand. Alfie went downstairs.
"What's up with you then?" Kat asked Sam. "Come here." She cuddled him suddenly. He wriggled about, frowning.
"Don't you take that face with me," Kat said, pretending to be stern. "I invented that face."
Sam stopped frowning and looked at her innocently. She brushed at his hair fondly. "You're such a cheeky little monster, you know that?"
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3 years later...
By the time Sam was 3, he had grown even more adorable. He had thick black hair like his dad, but his eyes had a greenish tint that he must have got from Kat. He had been going to a playgroup and had made some good friends, including a little boy called Jeff - the pair of them were inseparable and always getting up to mischief. Alfie and Kat were amused to see that he was just as cheeky as a toddler as he had been as a tiny baby.
"Mum," Sam said, hurrying up to Kat as she was waiting at the playgroup door, "Look what I made." He held up a painting.
"That's very good," Kat said, smiling. "Shall we stick it on the wall at home?"
"Yeah!" Sam said happily.
"Have you got your gloves?" It was the 6th of December and it was freezing. The grass was white with frost.
They got the bus back to Walford, Sam sitting looking out the window. After a few minutes had passed he turned to Kat. "Mummy?"
"Yep?"
"Jeff got a baby brother."
"Oh, that's nice," Kat replied. "What's he called?"
Sam's forehead wrinkled. "I forgot." He looked at his mum for a moment. "Can I have a brother for Christmas?"
Kat was surprised, but then grinned in amusement. "I don't know, darling. We'll have to see, won't we?"
Sam nodded his head solemnly and Kat ruffled his hair fondly. "What're you like, eh?"
"Mummy!" Sam looked embarrassed, and Kat smiled. She looked out the window, watching the houses and trees pass by continually. Now that he had mentioned it, it was on her mind. Why shouldn't she and Alfie have another baby? They had always wanted loads, anyway. Maybe she could ask him what he thought. Sam was getting older now, and he could do with someone else to play with at home. She smiled to herself. That would be nice.
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As it turned out Kat didn't need to ask Alfie. A few days later she became aware that something was unusual but she couldn't quite put her finger on it. A few more days passed, and it occured to her that she was at least a week late. She wasn't sure whether to tell Alfie yet or not, so she went to the doctor's, where her suspicions were confirmed... she was pregnant.
She found it surprising, but not entirely - she had got used to weird things happening when she least expected it. It was as though someone had planned their future for them. But she was sure she and Alfie had been careful - no, that was wrong. They hadn't really. It was as though both of them had been expecting something... and now they were, literally. Well, this meant they wouldn't have to go through all that waiting they had when trying to make Sam.
At first she didn't tell Alfie. She liked having a tiny secret growing inside her. It felt personal, like it was just her and the baby. The baby. God, she should have got used to this feeling by now... But she hadn't. It still felt amazing.
"What?" Alfie asked, seeing how she was looking at him.
"Nothing," Kat said, twiddling her thumbs surreptitiously. She smiled secretly to herself. "But I've kind of got some news..."
"Yeah?" Alfie was trying to pour a pint, and she didn't think it'd be very kind to tell him right now. She waited till he had stopped.
"Alfie," she said. She took one of his hands and slipped it slightly underneath her top onto her stomach. He looked at her, confused, but she smiled gently back at him and he realised.
"You're..." His eyes widened.
"We're having another one," Kat said, giggling. Alfie hugged her proudly.
"That's brilliant," he said, stroking her hair. "I love you."
"Love you." Kat leaned up and kissed him. "Um... aren't you forgetting something?"
Alfie looked around and saw a customer waiting for his drink. "Oh - yeah."
Kat smiled and watched him serving the customer. He was still the same old Alfie, really.
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It's randomly going backwards in time again, to when Kat lost her and Anthony's baby
Alfie was serving customers in the bar when he spotted that little teddy, that Kat had bought in the morning, on top of the bar. He grinned. She had pretended that it wasn't for any special reason - "It's like a little mascot," she had said huffily when he had asked her about it - but he knew she was starting to feel all maternal. No-one else except Anthony and himself even knew that she was pregnant. He didn't know why, but that fact made him feel strangely special. After all, it had been him who had held her hand and hugged her when she first found out about it, wasn't it? And she had been planning on getting an abortion, but he had known that wasn't what she really wanted. He had convinced her to keep it - not that she had really needed much convincing. And now she was really happy, wandering around with a huge smile on her face.
For some reason, he found himself acting all protective over her. That was silly. As though it was his baby, or something. But he couldn't stop himself from looking at her all the time, and hugging her whenever there was an excuse to. Now that was just plain weird, he thought. But he shrugged it off as just feeling like he had to look after her, because she was so vulnerable. They were just mates, after all. It was too early for him to understand that his feelings for her were developing.
Where was she, anyway? He glanced at his watch. She had popped to the loo ten minutes ago and been upstairs ever since. He rolled his eyes. Sometimes she was just lazy. But he didn't mind... he could never really get angry at her. He looked around and saw that the bar was fairly quiet for now, and decided to go and see what on earth she was doing. Watching TV, probably. It wasn't that he needed her in the bar right now - just that he kind of missed her.
"Kat?" he called, going upstairs. "What's up, have you fallen down the toilet?"
He was about to wander past the bathroom, expecting her to be sat on the sofa with her feet up, watching TV, and for her to turn to him with an innocent expression and a "What? I need my rest now, don't I?"
But he stopped in his tracks as a sudden sobbing noise came from the bathroom. He froze and moved towards the bathroom door.
"Kat?" he asked uncertainly. "Are you alright?"
He heard her sniffle and she said something. It sounded like "I'm fine," but she obviously wasn't.
"What's wrong?" he asked, getting more concerned. "Open the door..."
There was silence for a few minutes, and just as he was about to speak again, the door creaked open.
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Kat looked like she was in anguish. Her face was streaked with tears. She tried to speak but couldn't, and took several hitching breaths before she could talk. "It hurts," she wept. Alfie noticed her hands were pressed against her stomach.
"Oh, no..." he said, startled, guessing what was wrong. "The baby...?"
Mentioning that word was a mistake - she started sobbing anew. Her face was white. Alfie pulled her towards him without a second thought, trying to comfort her, and she leaned against him desperately, crying into his shoulder. He put his hand on her hair.
"It's alright," he said helplessly, not knowing what to do. "Come on, sit down-"
He led her into the living room and sat her down on the sofa. He sat down next to her and she leant against him again, crying helplessly. After a few minutes she seemed to get it under control and breathed thickly, sniffling occasionally. She wouldn't let go of him, however.
"Kat," Alfie said. He could feel her breathing, warm against his skin. "I'm sorry.." He didn't know what else to say. What were you supposed to say? He shouldn't be doing this. She needed another woman to look after her now really, not some stupid bloke... Then for the first time he realised that she didn't have any real girl friends - only him. Why was that? There was Zoe and the rest of her family, of course, but they didn't really count... he was her best friend... he had no choice but to look after her now.
"What should I do?" he asked her, feeling useless.
She sniffled. "Nothing." She raised her head and looked him in the eyes for the first time. "My baby," she uttered, to no-one in particular.
"I-"
"I'm losing my baby," Kat carried on, her face grief-stricken. He could practically see her heart breaking in two inside her. She was staring off into the distance.
Alfie went to put his hand on her shoulder, but she flinched away from the touch. Then she glanced around at him, and on the instant their eyes met, she dissolved into tears again.
"I'm sorry," she said. "I shouldn't-"
He was moved by pity - and love, too, but he didn't recognize that until much later - for her. "Don't be," he said compassionately. He picked up both of her hands in his and held them.
Kat winced and pressed her hand against her stomach again, inadvertedly dragging his along with it. They looked at each other for a moment, and then Kat looked at the floor, her face empty of everything but sadness.
"Do you-" Alfie cleared his throat, "Do you, erm, need anything? To... um... you know." He studied a tear in his jeans, embarrassed.
Something in Kat's face flickered. "I suppose I will," she said dully.
"Do you want me to go to the shop and-"
At the mention of him leaving, Kat looked alarmed. "Stay with me," she begged.
"I'll just be a minute," Alfie reassured her. "And then we'll go to the hospital-"
Kat jumped. "What? No, I-"
"I'm taking you to the hospital," Alfie said firmly.
She relented. "Alright," she said, in a whisper.
Alfie stood up to leave. She wouldn't let go of his hand at first. He leant down and, for no reason he could fathom, kissed her on the forehead. She didn't complain. In fact, she looked relieved at the touch.
"I'll just be a few minutes," he said softly. She nodded, staring at the carpet once more.
Alfie and Kat went to the hospital in a cab, where she and Alfie were left waiting in A&E for a while. Kat was sitting on a plastic seat next to him, staring down at her hands. She had barely said a word, and had let Alfie do all the talking at the front desk. She had blinked once, her face twisting with pain, when Alfie had told the receptionist in a low voice that she was having a miscarriage.
"Kathleen Slater," a voice came on over the tannoy, and told her which room to go to. She looked up, blinking, as though she had been woken out of a deep sleep.
"Come with me," she said to Alfie, and her eyes held a pleading expression.
"I - I can't," Alfie said. "They'll want to examine you, and everything..."
Kat stood up, a hand on her aching stomach. "Wait for me, then."
"Course. I'm not leaving you," Alfie replied. Something strange flickered between them, and then it was gone. Kat wandered off into a doctor's room, and Alfie watched her disappear.
In the doctor's room was a man name Dr. Taylor, or Tyler or somethng. She didn't know, and was past caring. He examined her, after asking if she would prefer a female doctor, but she had shook her head, her lips pressed together tightly. Then he had told her what she had already knew - she was losing her baby and there was nothing anyone could do about it. He told her it would just feel like a heavy period, and asked if she would like to speak to anyone. A shrink, she assumed. She thought she was going to cry again, but she didn't. Her eyes had turned dry.
She met Alfie in the waiting room. He stood up as she approached, and she smiled thinly at him. It felt pasted on to her lips.
"Are you okay?" he asked gently.
She shook her head shortly. "I'll be fine. Can we go now?"
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Awwww poor kat :( Great writing though :) more soon please
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After that, Alfie had taken Kat back to the Vic. He thought it would be cruel to send her back home, to the rabble of Slaters, so he asked if she'd like to stay over.
She blinked in surprise, and he flushed, thinking she'd mistaken what he meant. "I meant I'd sleep on the sofa, you could have my bed, just for the night, if you don't feel up to going home-" He was babbling and he knew it.
Kat nodded slowly. "Okay. Thanks." Her eyes stayed on his for a few seconds. "You don't have to do this, you know."
Alfie murmured something, embarrassed for no reason he could see. He didn't have to, that was true. They were just friends, after all. It had been Anthony's baby, not his. But did that matter? He loved her just the same. Even if he didn't know it yet.
So Kat curled up in Alfie's double bed, looking oddly small and lost in the middle of the dark bedcovers. She scrunched the covers up to beneath her chin and lay her head on his pillow, still absorbed in her grief. Alfie waited until she was settled down and bid her an awkward "goodnight". As he left the room, gathering up a spare duvet from the closet to roll up on the sofa with, he couldn't help thinking that she was actually in his bed. She had looked pretty too. Her tousled black hair falling over the pillow and framing her tear-streaked face. He shook his head and tried to get to sleep on the makeshift bed.
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The next day, Kat had woken up and not known where she was. She looked over her shoulder cautiously, expecting to see some bloke there, who had seemed like her perfect partner the night before, while the effects of booze blurred her vision and mind, but was now just a stranger. She had had that experience all too many times before.
But there was no man sleeping beside her, stranger or friend. She was alone in a strange bed. This disturbed her for a moment, until the events of the previous night came flooding back in a dark wave that threatened to engulf her. She put her hand on her head and closed her eyes. She had been so happy... so proud of her unborn baby that she had been sheltering inside her, her own sweet little secret.
But it had been ripped away from her. So cruelly taken from her, all the future that she had been planning for her and her child. And what was worse, there wasn't even a reason for it to have happened. The doctor had said "it's just one of those things, unfortunately..." It wasn't just one of those things. It was a baby. Well, it had been. Now it was just a period pain. And she had nothing and no-one to blame it on, except herself. She felt cheated.
Since Kat could think of nothing better to do, she got out of bed. She would go and 'put her face on', as usual. Make-up, of course, that was what it meant. If she had been more prone to insights like this, she might have realised that the word 'mask' was closer to the truth. Every morning she got up and put on a mask. Crimson lipstick. The colour of blood. Strange, if you thought about it. But Kat didn't think about it. She just got dressed and tarted up, because it was what people had come to expect of her. But she was tired... so tired of all this rubbish.
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Alfie heard Kat leave his bedroom and listened to the bathroom door close and lock. He had had a restless night - for some reason he couldn't stop thinking about Kat. He had wanted to go and check on her several times in the night, but he had resisted the urge. She would probably think he was being weird, perving on her or something. But he wouldn't be. Once he heard her muffled crying, and it felt like his heart was breaking in two.
He got up from the sofa and yawned involuntarily, then looked around guiltily, as though he had no right to be yawning at a time like this. He stood near the bathroom door, fidgeting anxiously. Eventually he spoke up.
"Kat?"
It was a long time before she replied. "Yeah?"
"Um... are you okay?" It sounded stupid, but he found it was a question that he really needed to ask.
"I'm fine," Kat answered shortly. He heard her move about in there. The sound of her makeup bag being zipped shut. Somehow, that small sound made him want to cry.
"Do you want anything?"
"Like what?" She sounded like she was getting into a bad mood. But he wouldn't let it rest.
"Coffee," he suggested.
There was silence for a few moments, and then she spoke in a subdued tone. "Yes please."
"White, two sugars?" Alfie added. There was no need to say that; he knew how she liked coffee almost off by heart.
"Yeah," Kat replied. Her voice sounded warmer now. "Thanks Alf."
She waited until his footsteps had moved away, into the kitchen, and sighed. She shouldn't take it out on him. He had been so kind, and understanding. Well, maybe he didn't understand, but he acted like he did. He was always so nice to her, even when she was screaming and throwing a tantrum at him. Why was that, she wondered. Maybe he liked her.
She found herself liking that idea, for no reason she could name. It was a ridiculous suggestion. On a few occasions she had even wondered if he was on the other bus, so to speak. But the idea of Alfie liking her made her feel kind of nice. He was sweet, but she had never really considered him as anything more than a friend.
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