TITLE: Anything
AUTHOR: Liz
EMAIL: any one who wants it
CATEGORY: S/J
SPOILERS: None that I know of
RATING: PG
SUMMARY: My first try at a Sam and Jack fic (kind of nervous actually) It's just a little humor/romance type fic. Just take a look and tell me what you think.
DISCLAIMER: Characters and anything show related don't belong to me. I
have made no money from this and wrote it for entertainment purposes
only.
AUTHOR'S NOTES: Don't be too harsh, it's my first S/J fic.
Jack O' Neill had never thought it possible that he could love someone so much, not twice in one lifetime.
When his son Charlie had died, he had been ready to give up his life, convinced that he could never be happy again.
Jack looked contentedly at the woman sharing his bed, snoring slightly, her golden blonde hair cascading across the pillow and smiled. His wife! Samantha Carter was his wife! His pregnant wife at that! He still couldn't believe it sometimes.
Once, after a particularly exhausting mission offworld, Jack had come home very late and found Sam fast asleep. She was laying on her side, and her hair looked like gossamer and the soft moonlight lit her face giving her a luminous glow that seemed to light the entire room. He knew then that he could never love anyone else, she was his missing half. She made him a better person.
He found himself thanking whatever Gods there were daily for sending her to him. Although he still couldn't figure out why she had chosen him. He'd had the suspicion it had something to do with her being a closet Simpsons fanatic.
Her eyes fluttered open and focused on him.
"Morning," Sam said groggily, still not fully awake.
"Morning." Jack helped her as she struggled to sit up, his hand resting lightly on her stomach.
She was pretty far along now and Jack knew that it wouldn't be long before the baby was ready to be born. His mind wandered for a second to the sex of the baby. Sam hadn't wanted to know, and she insisted that Jack not know either. 'As long as the baby's healthy.' She had said. 'That's all that matters.'
Sam swatted his hand away irritably. 'Won't miss those mood swings,' he thought as he pulled his hand back feigning hurt.