A/N: This is the second part to the story, rath4er than call it a sequel, I'm just gunna have it as chapter 2, enjoy :)

I don't know what brought me to your house, and I don't know why we waited either. I was wrong to have you wait, but how was I to know this would happen that, that you would marry Pete.

You weren't supposed to love him; you were supposed to love me! Always remember, just like I said.

I can hear you crying down the phone, I hate it when I make you cry, because that's how I know I've hurt you. I'm sorry. But I'm just glad, maybe even lucky that you picked up your cell. I hate being rejected by you. I love you. You loved me once too, or so I thought.

Maybe I should just go.

I'm just about to hang up, when I hear your voice calling me not too, and you're telling me that it's you who's sorry, that you should have been more patient, but I know you're doing it to make me feel better, you're good at that.

'I wish you wouldn't lie to me!' I hear myself shout, and I hear you cry harder down the receiver.

'I'm not Jack, I would never lie to you, but how long did you expect me to wait?'

'Long enough for me to sort things out'

'What things Jack? There were no things to sort out?'

'The night of your wedding Sam, you remember that? I thought you were smart enough to realise that everything was okay, that things were sorted for us, my resignation from the air force, and a fixed position at the SGC as an airman, I would never have slept with you otherwise.'

'You wouldn't have slept with me otherwise! What's that supposed to mean? What did you expect me to do, Jack? You never told me, and you ignored me for weeks afterwards…'

'I expected you to love me Sam, that's all I've ever wanted from you.'

'…it was the first time I ever hated you Jack. You hurt me then and you're hurting me now. You're such a bastard!'

I can still hear you crying down the phone, so I say I love you one more time hoping that you'd say it back, but you don't. I say goodbye to you for the very last time, I promise I won't bother you again. Then I hang up the phone, and grab the scotch that's sat on the kitchen counter, I drink it straight from the bottle, the liquid burning my throat as I swallow. But I don't care, not anymore…

I grab my car keys, after what seems like hours later, and open the front door wide, my anger and frustration almost pulling it off the hinges.

My eyes widen as I find you stood on my door step, your daughter in your arms, and bags beside you feet.

'Sam?' You look at me with tears in your eyes, and I find myself holding you into my arms.

'It's Pete,' you manage to spit out minutes later, 'he's…he's…oh God!'

You cry harder into my chest, and I hold you tighter, not ever wanting to let you go.

'He's what Sam?'

'I've been so stupid Jack, I should've caught on sooner, the secret phone calls, how he works late…how he comes home smelling like…like someone else! And he accused me of having an affair.'

You calm down after while, and you apologise for bothering me. I tell you that you can bother me anytime.

'Because you love me; right?'

'You know I do, Sam, more than I've loved anyone.'

'Yeah, I know,' you take a deep breath, so I don't say anything, knowing that you're going to continue, 'you were right, I should've waited.'

I shake me head 'No, you were smart not to.' and I'm just starting to understand why you didn't wait, ten years is along time, and you keep on telling me how much you wanted kids before you ran out of time.

'Did you mean what you said about loving him?'

'I don't know, maybe,' you pause for the longest moment, but I don't care, it just means I get to hold you longer, 'no,' tears start to fall down your cheeks, 'I've been lying to myself for so long, it's become a habit, and lying to myself about loving him it's almost believable.'

'Why did you come here Sam?'

'Isn't it obvious?'

Your daughter starts squirming on you hip, and so I let go of you, feeling your warmth leave my cold shell.

I tell you to go inside, and I pick up your bags and put them in the hall. You don't question me about the half empty whisky bottle on the kitchen counter, and am glad you didn't, otherwise I would've told you how I was planning on driving drunk.

But what's the point to life to loose a son and then go and loose you? But as long as you're here, none of that matters.

Your daughter wakes up, and her eyes peer into mine. Her eyes are the darkest brown; it's almost like looking into my own.

It hits me then and my eyes meet your blue ones.

'I should've told you, I'm sorry.'

'She's mine?'

You nod, you tell me how you've been married for eleven months now, I should have guessed sooner, I still wonder why you didn't tell me, but I already know why, you were protecting Pete.

'I should've told you, Jack, but I was scared…I didn't want to loose what I already had.'

I nod trying to understand where you're coming from, but I find it hard.

'I do love you Jack, I always have.'

Then stay.' I'm not going to beg, you came to me this time; it's your choice.

'And make a life for ourselves; don't you think we're screwed up enough as it is?'

'We could try.'

We could always try…

FIN.