The entire five day trip home was spent in silence. Eventually the ship entered earth's orbit, Jacob got on the radio. "This is Jacob Carter, over."

"Reading you loud and clear," Walter's voice replied.

"Permission to land?"

General Hammond responded, "Sure thing Jake, report to me first thing for debriefing."

Jacob landed the ship on a reserved runway at Peterson AF base. A covered cargo transport met them there and drove them back to the SGC. First they took an elevator down to sublevel sixteen. After checking in with security a second elevator took them to sublevel twenty-eight. Immediately they went to the briefing room.

As they entered, General Hammond stood behind his desk and moved to his seat at the head of the table. Glumly, SG-1 took their seats. "Major, where may I ask is Colonel O'Neill?"

"We don't know sir."

He nodded, "May I assume the mission went well otherwise?"

"Yes sir,"

Joining SG-1 in attitude he spoke again. "Very well, dismissed."

"Well," Janet spoke, "you look fine physically. So how're you doing otherwise?"

"Fine, can I go now?" Sam made an attempt to jump to her feet.

"No," she led Sam to her office and shut the door behind. "Now tell me what the hell is wrong!"

"Look Janet, it's not important anymore." Sam sniffled, "God why'd I have to be so stupid."

Janet rolled her eyes, "What did you and Jack do?"

Sam began pacing. "He came over to my place last week because he was so upset about what he did. We didn't do anything that night but cuddle. Then he came back the next night and I was just so comfortable with him being there-we started a relationship, a real relationship. He's so romantic Janet, I was already in love with him but the past week it just escalated."

"Damn it Sam," Janet sat next to her. "You know I am obligated to tell the general. I just don't understand why you would let things get this far-it's the reasons the regs exist!"

"I know," Sam unburied her head from her arms. "You can't lecture me though, I know you're sleeping with Daniel." A pause hung in the air. "Um, I think I'd like to tell the general myself." Sam stood and hugged Janet. She wallowed down the hall until she reached the general's office.

Knock, knock… "Enter," General Hammond yelled. "Major Carter, how may I help you?" Jacob, who sat on the other side of the general's desk turned.

"I, um, we need to talk."

"Do you want me to leave?" Jacob half stood.

"No, it's better just to get this out in the open." She took a deep breath. "Before we lost him, Colonel O'Neill and I started seeing each other…intimately. You don't need to worry about this affecting anything sir."

He sighed, "Of course not major. I was already planning on giving SG-1 down time and when you return I expect you to be full strength."

"Thank you sir."

3months later

"You've got to be freakin kidding!" Sam stood up with her pants at her ankles and fell forward. "Shit," she stood slowly and pulled up her pants. Immediately, she dropped to the ground, pulled her knees to her chest, and cried. When she stopped crying, reduced to sniffles, the tiny stick lying on the floor came to her attention.

Staring at the little plus sign she searched for the ability to recompose herself. Terribly upset, she began to sing. "I don't know if I can yell any louder, how many times have I kicked you outta here? Or said something insulting? I can be so mean when I wanna be, I don't keep ontop of really anything. I can cut you into pieces, and my heart is…broken. Ple…ase, don't leave me. Ple…ase don't leave me. I always say how I don't need you but, it's always gonna come right back to this. Please don't leave me. How did I become so obnoxious? What is it with you that makes me act like this? I've never been this nasty. Can't ya tell that this is all just a contest. The one that wins'll be the one who hits the hardest. But baby I don't need it…I need it, I promise. Ple…ase, don't leave me. Ple…ase don't leave me. I always say how I don't need you but, it's always gonna come right back to this. Please don't leave me. I forgot to say outloud how beautiful you really are to me. I can't be without, you're my perfect little punchin bag. I need you, I'm sorry. Ple…ase, don't leave me. Ple…ase don't leave me. Please don't leave me, baby, please don't leave me. I always say how I don't need you but, it's always gonna come right back to this. Please don't leave me. Please don't leave me, I always say how I don't need you but, it's always gonna come right back to this. Please don't leave me. Please, please don't leave me." Another sniffle and she stood. "God damn it Jack, you'd better not leave me."

Knock, knock General Hammond rolled his eyes, "Come in." She twisted the door knob and stepped in. "Major Carter, is there something I can help you with?"

After sitting in one of the chairs-which were incredibly uncomfortable- she spoke. "Uh, yes sir."

"Please continue," he sighed knowing where this was going.

"Well sir," she shifted in her seat, "some complications have appeared as result of my relationship with Colonel O'Neill." He nodded, waiting to know what exactly his top officers had gotten themselves into. "Uh sir…it happens that I am entering my second trimester. I'd like to take a maternity leave until the baby is born and then when I am physically capable I'll return to SG-1. Full time," she threw in at the end.

"Very well, I'll talk to Dr. Jackson and Teal'c about a temporary reassignment. If you need any help Sam, any help at all you know that we're there for you."

"Thank you sir," she stood and left the general with a slight smirk on his face.

Figuring she'd find Teal'c with Daniel in his office she paged Janet there. After quickly stopping by the mess hall and ingesting a piece of pumpkin pie-which the baby seemed to crave-she arrived in Daniel's lab.

"Sam, honey, you look like hell." Janet moved toward her concerned.

"I know," Sam quipped, "what I'm about to tell you isn't easy for me so I'd appreciate no questions." She received three nods, "I'm pregnant. There I said it."

"Uh Sam," Daniel pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose.

"No Daniel, I said no questions! I have to go; I'm officially on maternity leave." Sam finished then hurried to the elevator before anyone could stop her.

The end of Sam's second trimester came quicker than she expected. How she had passed the time so easily was only known to God. Jack's clothes were neatly stored in a box in the nursery's closet with the exception of his Red Wing's jersey and bomber jacket. She'd painted the walls of the nursery a pretty, muted yellow and had already bought a crib for the baby.

A month ago she'd gone stir crazy and gotten a job down the street at the Peak Grill where she waitressed three days a week. It was nice, as she constantly told Daniel and Janet, not to have an overly stressful job. Maybe it was true, maybe it wasn't, but either way it was all that got her through the day.

Her first sonogram had been exciting and she wasn't far in her attempt to find a baby name considering it had only been three weeks ago. Ultimately, she'd already decided that if the baby was a boy she'd name him Jonathon after his father. If it was a girl she had no idea what she'd name the baby.

Jacob was in town, as was Mark and his wife. Mark, the ever a pain in the ass older brother, had spent his entire trip-all three hours of it-harassing Sam about the pregnancy. Likewise, she'd already kicked his sorry ass out and told him to find a place for him and his wife to stay. Jacob however, already had a permanent bedroom and was more than happy not to have to parent his already grown son on his time off.

Jacob already had dinner plans, though he would not share who with, so Sam decided to go to 'class' with Daniel to prepare for going through labor. It was funny that Daniel was the one going with her considering how serious he and Janet were. Cassie even called him 'dad' now-a-days.

God, she felt so jealous of their relationship and hated herself for it. All she wanted, besides her baby to be born healthy, was for Jack to return. And to return to her for that matter, her and the baby that is.