It had been 2 weeks since she had found out she was pregnant, and she had finally decided to tell him. He had been so happy, then angry that she hadn't told him sooner. He had said that he should have been the first to know. She told him she was sorry, and then she had left.

He got drunk, and went out to look for her.

Then he had disappeared.

And she hadn't stopped crying.

And now, he was back, and she was determined to make it up to him.

"Sam? Where are you?" Jack called out from the kitchen.

"Just follow the notes Jack." She told him from the phone.

He hung up and started to look around, and finally spotted a note with his name on the front.

"Jack,

I'm sorry. Please, don't say that this was your fault. It wasn't. If I had told you from the moment I found out, you wouldn't have gone to look for me. So with that in mind, just follow the notes. It is time to make it up to you.

I love you Jack. All three of us do.

-Sam"

Jack stared at the note with surprise. "All three of us"' 'Who was the third person? I mean, surely she couldn't be having twins. Could she?' he thought as he looked around for the next note.

Looking toward the bedroom, he found another note, and a rose. As he opened the note, it was an arrow pointing toward the kitchen. Once he had gotten there, he looked around till he found a picture of an ultrasound on the fridge. 'I'm gonna be a dad…Of two kids!' he though happily.

"Hi Jack" She said as she quietly snuck up behind him and kissed him neck.

"Twins huh?" he replied, still shocked.

"Yeah. We are going to have twins." She rolled her eyes slightly and took his hand, leading him to the bedroom.

"Did you know that I love you Samantha O'Neill?" Jack said quietly as he kissed up and down her neck, his hands wrapped around her waist.

"Yes...Now prove it." Sam replied, smiling and kissing him deeply.

Jack groaned softly and deepened their kiss, unbuttoning her blouse and massaging her breasts with his rough hands. Sam moaned softly and started to grind against him. "You are wearing way too many clothes O'Neill" Sam said, stripping his shirt off and unbuttoning his pants, her hand finding it's way into his boxers, stroking him gently.

"Oh God Sam." Jack breathed softly, grabbing her gently and leading her toward the bed, he removed the rest of their clothing, kissing each part of her body as he did. Sam bucked her hips and moaned loudly, grinding against his talented tongue as he lapped at her cilt. She ran her fingers through her hair, and started to grind against his face. As she started to build up to an orgasm, he stopped, and the wonderful sensation left, as she wimpered at the loss of his talented mouth. "Jack...please...I need...to..."

" Oh you will Sammie, but not yet..." Jack said with a grin...

"You are evil O'Neill..." Sam stated, glaring.

"You just wait..." He replied kissing her deely...

TBC…

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