Sam paced the house nervously, biting her thumbnail as she looked long and hard at the test results in her hands. How in the world had this happened? It wasn't supposed to happen like this! They were supposed to get married first, then have children after they both decided it was the right time.
Oh, God. Sam sat down on the couch as her legs suddenly felt like Jell-O. What if Jack didn't want it? What was she going to do? Did she really even want it?
She pushed those thoughts from her mind rapidly. Of course she wanted this baby! It represented everything she'd wanted from the time she was nineteen and had first met a cocky, young Air Force Major and his two friends.
"Honey, I'm home!" Jack called as he closed the door behind him with his foot. "I brought Thai, is that okay?" He walked into the living room and found Sam staring in shock at a piece of paper she clutched almost religiously in her hands. "You okay, Sam?"
She shook her head and turned to face him. Better tell him now and get it over with, she thought grimly. "You remember that virus at the SGC last month?"
He put the food down on the coffee table before sitting next to her on the couch. "The one that made everyone go all primitive?" She nodded, "Sure I remember it. Why?"
She looked down at the results she held in her hand before turning back to her boyfriend, lover and friend. "Jack, I'm pregnant."
Now it was Jack's turn to sit there in dumb shock. He remembered very well how he'd contracted the virus: Sam had jumped him in the locker room. Fool that he had been, he'd allowed it to happen. Now she was telling him that he was going to be a father again? Could he be a father again? Look at what had happened to Charlie! What the hell was he going to do? What were they going to do?
Tears streamed down Sam's face as she watched the information process in Jack's mind. He'd been silent for too long. Oh, God, he really didn't want the baby. He didn't want her. In a few minutes he was going to kick her out after calling her a whore and saying that she got pregnant behind his back.
"I understand if you don't want the baby, Jack. Charlie's only been dead a few years…" tears overpowered Sam's ability to speak. That was enough to bring Jack out of his shock. Seeing Sam cry like that was enough to break his heart.
"Shh, it's not that, Sam," he said as he gathered her into his arms protectively. "I just don't know if I can be a father again. What if I make the same mistake and what happened to Charlie happens to them? What if I fail again? What if…"
Sam silenced those thoughts with a hungry, passionate kiss. All she'd needed to hear was that he still loved her and in his own way, that's what he'd said. When they broke apart for air, she looked him in the eyes and said with firm determination, "I love you, Jack O'Neill. Despite what you may think, it's going to be different this time. I'm here with you. The SGC is here. I want this baby so much, Jack. Because they're a part of you as well as a part of me. You were a wonderful father with Charlie and you'll be a wonderful father with our child as well. Is that understood?"
Jack was amazed at the faith she had in him. He only wished he had that much faith in himself. Maybe he could try. Besides, he already knew that he wouldn't let anything harm his second chance. Sam knew that, too. "Yes. I love you, Sam."
Their kissing resumed and soon led to other activities.
As the couple lay in bed later that night, Jack turned to look at his girlfriend and the mother of his child. She was so beautiful. Even then, Jack couldn't understand what she saw in him. Her sleeping form was almost angel-like in the moonlight. He loved her so much it hurt.
Her arm snaked out and pulled him closer to her, "Go to sleep, Jack," she said as she pulled away from the kiss they just shared. "It's after midnight."
"One thing, first. Okay?"
"Sure. What is it?" her eyes were still closed as she tried to get back to sleep.
He grinned like a kid in a candy shop, "Nope, first you have to open your eyes."
She grudgingly opened her eyes and looked at him as if saying, 'Get on with it.'
He reached over to his bedside table and pulled out the ring he'd put there shortly after she'd moved in. "Marry me?"
Tears again choked back Sam's voice, but the kiss she shared with him was answer enough. When they parted Jack slipped the ring on her finger: it was a perfect fit.
She drove around town aimlessly. The town was just so boring. Made only slightly less so by the gift her grandfather had given her as a present when she'd gotten her driver's license. Her supped up T-Bird was classy and wonderful. She loved that car almost as much as her mom loved her motorcycle.
Turning on the radio she found one of her favorite songs was just coming on "Fun, Fun, Fun" by the Beach Boys. She turned it up as she came to a red light. Looking around her, she noticed a young airman in uniform was driving the car in the next lane. Probably trying to pick girls up, she thought pityingly. Men who did that were so lame.
He looked her way and motioned for her to pull into the McDonald's parking lot a few yards up. She nodded and her car fell into motion behind his.
"Hi," he said as they got out of their cars. She stayed leaned up against the driver's side of hers, making him walk to her.
"Hello," she replied, her long brown hair flowing free down to her waist. Her dark blue eyes motioned toward his car, "Nice car. What year caddy is it?"
"It's a '69. So…I'm Sr. Airman Carl Mathews. I work up at NORAD, you know?" Clearly he was trying to impress her with his brains as well as his brawn. She decided to play along.
"Oh, you do. I just love a man in uniform." Ha! Her father's blood ran too deep in her veins. She added 'innocently', "Do you work on air safety and stuff like that?"
He shook his head, "Nah, I'm a security officer. Pay's good, though."
She smiled prettily, "So, Sr. Airman Carl Mathews, feel like buying a girl lunch?"
"Sure, if I can get said girl's name."
She smiled innocently (her eyes betraying the act as they looked at him with an evil glint in their dark blue depths), "Oh, me? I thought I told you already. How thoughtless of me! I'm Bethany Janet-Grace O'Neill. You know, General O'Neill's daughter?"
Carl was terrified. He'd just hit on his boss's oldest daughter! "Um, uh, I have to go. I just remembered that I uh…bye."
"Bye, bye, now." Bethany smiled evilly as the last chords of the chorus came on:
And she'll have fun fun fun till her daddy takes the T-Bird away.
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