Friday morning was foggy.
The storm the night before had been strong washing debris into the streets; at least that's what the morning news had said.
She had tried to make this day as normal as possible. She got up at the same time as usual, showered and dressed, and watched the news like she did every morning. She pretended like she was about to go into the mountain, but instead she was going to the hospital.
Her Cesarean section was scheduled for 14:00 and she was scared as hell.
Jack's voice coming from the bedroom startled her out of her daydream—yet another vision of it all going badly and her child growing up motherless—and she fought to regain a composed look. To Jack, it was obvious.
Walking to her and pulling her to him as much as was possible with an eight month along pregnant woman, he rubbed her hair as he whispered, "It's going to be fine, Sammy. Just think, this time tomorrow we'll have met our little girl. Our little Maggie."
She hit him for that comment as she had every time he had said that before too. She was NOT calling her child after any of the Simpsons' characters.
Looking into her frightened eyes he steeled his resolve and kissed her with as much warmth and assurance as he could. "We'll make it through this as we have everything else."
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The hospital was—sterile. It smelled, well, like a hospital, which didn't do much to put either of them at ease. Too many tragedies had happened in rooms that smelled like this, too many friends had been lost. As Jack held her hand, dressed in scrubs and following the gurney as they wheeled her into the room, he spoke soothingly into her ear. She was, of course, awake for this procedure but heavily medicated.
The C-section went surprisingly quick. Jack even got to cut the umbilical cord, doing everything he could to not notice the gash across his wife's already scarred stomach. A scar she would carry forever, a permanent mark of the arrival of their child.
Their little girl was here, finally.
In her personal room truly waking from her medical haze she held her little girl and cried while Jack took pictures and soothed them both. They had decided on the name Grace Margaret O'Neill. Sam called her Gracie, and Jack called her Maggie.
All in all this would be a confused little girl.
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Three days later they let her go home. Sam was overprotective, Jack was a little ignored, and Daniel and Teal'c cooed like the good uncles that they are.
Sam was exhausted, between breast feeding, changing, and cleaning there weren't enough hours in the day. As she settled into bed, she thought of all those times she had left work on Friday and thanked God it didn't all start again until Monday.
Right now, staring out the window through the rain, she wasn't too happy with Friday—it had changed everything, and there was no sign of stopping soon.
A/N So here's Friday, I realized after awhile I should have released these on the same day as the title was, but I'm just not that cool.
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