Title: Baby? 2
Rating: T
Pairing: Sam/Jack
Summary: Family is special.
Dedication: To everyone who asked me to write more. Sorry its taken so long!
Authors notes: As much as I like seeing followers and favourites in my inbox, it's the reviews that I crave. They make everything worth it. Its like getting paid. Love it, hate it, have an idea or suggestion, let me know. Don't be shy!
No beta - all mistakes are my own.
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10 months later.
Sam stood in front of the full length mirror, her tight t-shirt bunched up under her chest. She turned to the side and examined her flat stomach with a scowl and heavy sigh. They had been trying to get pregnant for ten months; with no results. Just a flat stomach that refused to stretch and grow a child.
"Sam?" Jack asked as he walked into their bedroom and saw that his wife was - again - scowling at her figure. He knew she was upset that she hadn't gotten pregnant right away, and that her anger was growing every month when she realised that she still wasn't any further forward.
"Something's wrong with me," she said quietly as she pulled down her t-shirt.
"Nothing's wrong with you," he told her as he wrapped his arms around her slender frame, pulling her as close to him as he could.
"Yes there is. I can't do the one thing I'm meant to do as a woman!" she lay her head on his shoulder and took a deep rattling breath.
"There is nothing wrong with you," he told her again. He rubbed her back soothingly. "Maybe there's something wrong with me."
Sam's head snapped back and she looked her husband in the eyes. "No."
"Sam, I'm a lot older than you-"
"No you're not!"
"Sixteen years Sam!" he sighed. "Maybe I'm just too old…"
"Don't be ridiculous," she said softly.
"Back at'cha. If its meant to happen, it will. We just need to prepare ourselves that maybe its not meant to be."
"That's deep," she said, looking down at her feet.
"I will always love you. Children or not," he told her as he tilted her face back to his.
"I love you too."
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Sam sighed as she rolled over in bed. It was a bad night. She just couldn't get comfortable. She knew that if she continued to toss much more she would wake the sleeping man next to her.
A slight wave of pain fluttered over her stomach causing her to sit upright in bed. What was that?
'Maybe Jack was right,' she thought. 'Maybe I am just worrying too much.'
She lay down again after a few moments, facing away from her husband. A few minutes later the fluttering pain returned causing her to curl up into herself. She decided to ignore it.
'Great, now I'm getting a stomach bug,' she thought angrily.
An hour later, and many stabs of pain coursing through her, she had decided she'd had enough - she just couldn't take it anymore. She woke her husband,
"Jack?" she whispered, shaking his shoulder.
He reached up and held the hand on his shoulder with his own. He mumbled in his sleep as he held on tightly.
"Jack!" she whispered again, sternly.
"Go back to sleep," he croaked out, while tugging her to him.
"Jack! Wake up!" she commanded, gaining his full attention.
"What?" he asked, groggily.
"I don't feel very well," she said through another wave of pain.
"What's wrong?" he asked, on full alert, while sitting up in bed and brushing her hair off her sweaty face.
"I don't know. I'm sore," she gasped out.
"Come on," he said as he threw off the covers and got out of bed. "I'm taking you to the hospital."
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"Mrs O'Neill?" a young twenty-something female nurse asked as she entered the room.
"Yes," Sam ground out through the pain.
"I just need to examine you, it wont take long," she said as she pulled on some surgical gloves.
Sam buried her face in her husbands neck as the young doctor done her job. She was in too much pain to notice what the young woman was actually doing.
"Mrs O'Neill?" she asked a few minutes later.
"Yes?" Sam breathed, looking at the woman at the bottom of the bed.
"When the next pain comes, I need you to push," she told her before moving to the door and signalling to other members of staff that neither Sam nor Jack could see.
"Push?" Sam asked, confused.
"You're fully dilated. That baby is coming now," she explained as another two women entered the room carrying supplies.
"Baby? No. I'm not pregnant," she gasped as she was once again overcome with pain.
"Push," one of the women told her as they bent Sam's knees.
Sam pushed. And pushed. And cried.
Jack held her hand tightly, wishing he could take her pain away.
"I can't do this anymore," Sam whimpered.
"Yes, you can. You've been through worse than this," he whispered quietly in her ear.
"Jack, I swear, I didn't know!" she cried as she continued to push.
"I know, its okay! You're doing great," he told her while brushing her hair off her face.
"Mrs O'Neill? You're almost there. Just a few more," the young nurse told her.
Sam pushed again. And again.
The sound of a baby crying filled the room. Jack kissed his wife's forehead. Sam let out a short breath of a laugh.
"Mrs O'Neill?" the young woman asked as she walked over to the exhausted woman lying on the bed.
"Sam," she breathed, looking longingly towards the bundle in the young woman's arms.
"Sam," she smiled. "This is your son," she said as she carefully passed the woman her child. "We'll need to do tests and make sure he's okay, seeing as you didn't know about him. But so far, his lungs work!"
"How…?" Sam asked as she traced the boys face with her fingers.
"Not every pregnancy is the same. The reason you didn't have a baby bump is because his spine was against yours, instead of away from it. And some women still have their monthly cycle whilst pregnant. Some women, like yourself, just don't know they're pregnant until they go into labour."
Sam nodded. She'd heard of pregnancies like the one she had apparently just experienced. She looked towards her husband and saw him looking at the child in her arms. She knew he was dying to hold his son.
"Jack?" she smiled while nodding towards the baby.
She heard him swallow hard before he carefully took the baby into his arms and held him close. Sam had never seen or known him to be so at peace. She smiled at the perfect scene before her. She couldn't ask for anything better.
They both knew that their lives had been changed forever. And neither could wait to start living it.