Baking

Spoilers- The Ark of Truth
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Sam hummed happily as she measured and mixed. Sam grinned as a pair of strong arms wrapped around her waist.

"Good morning, husband," Sam purred.

"Good morning," Jack said, his voice gravelly with sleep. "What are you up to?"

Sam twitched as Jack's unshaven jaw scratched her neck and shoulder. "I'm making macaroons."

Jack tried to sneak a dollop of mixture from the bowl. He growled mischievously when Sam smacked his hand away.

"Stop that. They're for Cam."

"Why are you making cookies for your CO?"

"His grandmother used to make them for him. And you wouldn't question me if they were for Daniel."

Jack titled his head. "I might warn Daniel."

"Hey!" Sam elbowed Jack in the gut, but unable to stop herself from laughing.

Jack grinned and leant against the kitchen bench to watch his wife cook. Sam glared suspiciously at him and turned her attention back to her work. Sam pushed her long hair over her shoulder, only to growl in annoyance as it fell back again.

"Here." Jack ran his fingers through Sam's hair, shaking out the fine layer of flour that had settled. Jack deftly plaited and left it trail down her back.

"It's getting in my way," Sam grumbled. "I think I might cut it again."

"Give it time. It took you so long to grow it out."

"You just like playing with it," Sam smirked.

Jack shrugged and smirked back.

"Is there any reason you're so happy this morning?" Jack asked, trying to change the subject.

Sam shrugged. "Why shouldn't I be happy? No Goa'uld, no Ori, no Adria. We're finally married, we have the day off… and it is a wonderful day."

Jack raised an eyebrow at her.

Sam ignored him. "Can you remind me to see General Landry when stop by the base this afternoon?"

"Sure, why do you need to see him?"

Sam pulled the cookie trays towards her. "I need to be taken off field duty," she said casually.

Jack jerked upright. "What?"

Sam finally turned and made eye contact. "I need to be taken off field duty."

"Why?" Jack started to pace. "Is it Mitchell? I knew I should have fought Hank on putting him in charge of SG-1. It's your team, he was just minding it-"

Sam placed a hand over his mouth. "It has nothing to do with Cam. And everything to with the baby you and I are going to have in seven and a half months."

"I- what?" Jack's jaw dropped.

Sam framed Jack's face with her hands and looked deeply into his eyes. "I'm pregnant, Jack. We're going to have a baby."

"A baby? We're having a baby."

Sam took a step back. She bit her lip. "Is that okay?"

"Okay? Okay?" A huge grin broke across Jack's face. "Sam, it's fantastic!"

He picked her and swung her around the kitchen, forgetting about his knees. Sam laughed throatily.

"Samantha Carter O'Neill, I love you."

"I love you too, Jack."

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