Flutters in the Night
"Jack" Sam's voice whispered in the night. "Jack" she tried again with a little more force and a nudge of his shoulder.
"Uhf." Came from the ball of sheets and blankets.
"Jack!" She tried again; spoken louder and accompanied with a jab into what she hoped was his arm.
"What?" Jack's sleepy voice whined in the darkness of the room.
"I feel the baby kicking." Sam said, in a burst of excitement.
"That's great." Jack responded with no emotion as he flipped over towards the nightstand and bundled further into the blankets. Sam waited a moment fuming at what had just happened till all the sheets started moving around as the bundled figure tried to find a way out. "Wait! What did you just say?…You say you can fe-"
-Thud.
Sam peered over the side of the bed at the man that she loved. One Jack O'Neill was looking up at her with his standard O'Neill grin he reserved just for Sam. "Really?"
"Yes, really." Sam said as she nodded her head, pausing to think it over again and continuing with a little more doubt than she held before. "At least I thi-" The statement would never be finished as Jack had rejoined her in bed and was silencing her doubt with a kiss.
