A/N: started writing and this is what happened; everyday family fluff

4 am…

Everything they've worked toward these last few months. So she gets out of bed not bothering to switch on the bedroom light and takes the few steps necessary to enter the bathroom. He doesn't even stir accustomed as he was to her night time toilet trips. She's thankful for that, as she slowly lets out a deep breath and relieves herself on the toilet. She checks the strip of toilet paper as she wipes herself but there was nothing suspicious there. Maybe it was nothing. She tells herself as she turns on the shower and starts pulling off her pyjamas.

Running her hands down her front to cup her swollen breasts, her body had changed in so many ways and they had been no exception. Trailing her hands down even further, they came to rest at the top of her enlarged belly. A pregnancy they hadn't thought possible and didn't bother to try and prevent. As she took a moment to stare at herself in the bathroom mirror, she's hit with another slow but persistent cramp that starts just blow her bellybutton working its way around and through her hips to settle at the base of her spine. She thinks back to all the time she's heard women describe this, and it's nothing like she was expecting so she convinces herself it's not happening.

It's supposed to feel worse than this, right?

She steps into the shower and finds comfort in the warm spray as it hits her body. Tiny droplets of water pooling on her skin and running down over where her hands had been. Reaching for the shaving cream she squeezes a sizable amount into the palm of her hand then spread the frothy substance onto her left leg. When she was satisfied that it was sufficiently covered, she proceeded to drag the razor up her leg. She'd been meaning to shave for the past few days but just hadn't had the energy. After she had completed the job and shaved every inch of her that she could reach, including the part of her that would most likely be on display to a room full of medical personnel in the near future, she reached for the shampoo. The bottle drops to the tiled floor and thick liquid slowly starts to pool at her feet as she's hit with another one. Not too painful, just uncomfortable. Really? Now? Her hands press to the shower walls as she concentrates on the warm water flowing down her back and the feel of the cold tiles beneath her fingers while she rides this one out.

She washes her hair quickly, rinses off and steps out the shower carefully. And he is there handing her a towel…

"Can't sleep?"

She gives him a gentle smile in response and nods her head.

"I'll make you a cup of tea?" he asked without really expecting an answer.

She towelled off and pulled on a comfy pair of sweatpants and an old t-shirt.

Glancing over at the clock on her bedside table, 4:36 am, she made her way to the kitchen. The sounds of her husband humming while the schhhh of the kettle starting to boil filtered through the hallway. A glance into the guest bedroom reveals soft muted colours on the wall, a nursing chair in the corner by the window, change table stacked with unopened gifts. Not guest room anymore, nursery now. She felt a swell of nerves, rise and come to rest in her chest. Soon this room would be occupied.

Remembering when their friends had come over to help paint the room, she smiled. That had been a good day. Vala using every excuse to tease Daniel and Daniel hadn't tried all that hard to discourage her. Cam nursing a few cracked ribs and a broken arm from their last mission, supervised while Teal'c studiously completing the job without complaint. Jack had charred a few steaks for an early supper and she had made a salad and then fallen asleep on the couch. Later while they ate everyone laughed and shared stories of SG1s escapades throughout the years.

In the kitchen she took the cup Jack offered her and sipped gingerly. Having given up coffee at the start of her pregnancy, she'd opted to drink these fruity flavoured teas not quite the same as coffee but she'd come to enjoy them.

Another one hit suddenly, her distended abdomen stiffened and the cramps growing ever familiar came running around her hips finding its home in her lower back. She placed the cup down on the countertop, careful not to make a sound and glanced at the clock hanging on the wall above the stove. We have to move that clock sometime she though. It fogged up when they cooked and had always annoyed her.

4:43… 7 minutes since her last one.

Taking her cup from the counter she continued to sip her tea slowly watching the clock tick. Jack was talking but she wasn't paying attention. It seemed like forever before the next one hit but it came as expected 7 minutes later so she turned to him and said, "Let's go for a walk"

….

He could see that something was up with his wife. She was unusually quiet, adding to the fact that she was watching the clock, not listening to him and cradling her belly. While he loved how cute she looked with her baby bump he knew how uncomfortable she'd been feeling these past few months, so he refrained from commenting. He'd learned that his Sam didn't take kindly to being fussed over and it seemed all the pieces were starting to fall into place, but, he would wait until she said something. So, when she eventually turned to him and opened her mouth he was not expecting to hear those particular words.

He looked at the clock on the wall then down at his watch and shrugged. If the pregnant women wanted to go for a walk at this time in the morning then she was gonna go for a walk and there was nothing he was gonna be able to do about it except get with the programme so he said, "Let me get our coats" trying not to show that he suspected anything. If she wanted to believe that she had successfully fooled him (when she hadn't even tried) that something was up then fine. But sooner or later she was gonna say something like.

Jack, take me to the hospital, the baby is coming

Or

Jack, my water just broke

Or, something simple like

Jack, its time

They would hop into his truck, race down to the delivery room and after a short while he'd get to hold his daughter in his arms, kiss his wife and show off the tiny miracle they had created to their family and friends.

And, he wanted to be ready! He had run this scenario through his head a hundred times thinking about everything that could go wrong. He had even done a couple of dry runs, just in case, without Sam knowing of course, timing how long it would take to get to the hospital. 14 minutes.

But instead, she wants to go for a walk?