Sam was in labor for a couple hours and Jack stayed with her the whole time and even let her squeeze his hand.
"She's gorgeous" Jack said walking over to Sam's hospital bed.
"Thank you." Sam smiled. "How's your hand?"
"Still kinda sore." He wiggled some fingers "But I've had worse. How are you feeling?"
"Great." She smiled some more looking down at the beautiful baby girl in her arms.
Jack sat down in a chair next to the bed. "So did you call Matt?"
"Who? Oh yeah. No, no I didn't. Like I said we split before I found out I was pregnant he doesn't even know, really no need to call him."
"Carter?"
"Yes." Her stomach got uneasy knowing what he was about to ask.
"I know you've said it a million times before and I tried to believe you but with Daniel constantly insisting and I promise I won't ask again, whatever you say now I'll believe but I have to ask just one more time, especially since this baby looks so much like Charlie as a baby," up until now the words flew out of his mouth but suddenly he had a hard time speaking finally he asked slowly, "Is she mine?"
Sam bit her lip and nodded no. "I'm sorry sir, no she's not."
He nodded. "You sure?"
"Yes."
"Ok. Well I just had to ask one more time." Jack sat there awkwardly "Oh is it that time already?" Jack said looking at his watch "I've gotta go."
He stood up and walked away but before he got to the door Sam called after him, "Jack,"
"Excuse me?" The shock of hearing his real name caused him to turn around.
"Don't go." She said softly.
"Why not?"
She thought for a second, "I…" She couldn't come up with a good reason, "I don't know." He stared at her for a minute then walked over.
"What do you want to talk about?" He asked sitting down.
"I don't know." She looked at him. Just then the baby started to cry.
"May I?" he motioned asking to hold the baby.
"Sure." She handed him the baby.
He started walking her around and she immediately stopped crying. "She likes me." He said smiling at Sam.
"She would." Sam said under her breath.
"What?" He looked up at her.
"Nothing." She waited a second then added, "You're really good with her."
"Well I have had one before. When Charlie was a baby I'd walk with him for hours." His smiled faded.
"I'm sorry."
"Don't worry about it, it's nice to sometime think about Charlie."
"That's not what I'm sorry about." He looked at her, she motioned for him to hand the baby back and he did then she took a deep breath. "Sir, you have to understand, I thought I was protecting you."
"Carter, what are you talking about?" He sat down in the chair.
"I… lied." She tried not to make eye contact.
"About?"
"Everything." Jack just looked at her. "I haven't had a serious relationship in years, matt was the name of my first boyfriend,"
"Carter, what are you saying?"
"Jack, you are the father."
"You're sure?" He said staring at the floor trying to take it in.
"Unless it's another immaculate conception." She joked. Jack remained silent his lack of response began to worry her, "Sir?" still nothing, "Sir, please say something you're scaring me."
"You lied to me." He finally said.
"To protect you." She tried to explain, "I was doing it for you."
"No." He said quite sternly.
"What?"
"You don't get to make yourself look like the good guy?" Jack got angry.
"What?" She asked again.
"You lied to me, repeatedly. You had no right keeping this from me." He stood up.
"Sir, I'm sorry. I just thought-"
"You thought wrong!" He said rudely and walked away.
"Sir, sir," She called after him. "Please, Jack" Still he left.
She barely held back the tears as she called for a nurse to take her baby. She waited until the nurse left then she rolled over on her side and began to cry but it wasn't too long before she heard someone in her room. She turned over and saw Janet standing in the doorway with a balloon in one hand and a teddy bear in the other. "Sam what's wrong?" she rushed over to her bedside setting the gifts on a table near her. Sam tried to speak but had no idea what to say so she just cried. "Is the baby ok?" Janet assumed the worse.
"She's fine." Sam finally managed to get out.
"Where is she?"
"Some nurses took her," she calmed down "but that's not the problem."
"What's the problem then?" Janet sat in a chair next to her and scooted it closer.
She took a few deep breaths "I messed up… A lot."
"It can't be that bad."
"No it can be, and it is." Sam reassured her as a tear slid down.
She placed Sam's hand between her hands, "You can tell me, I'm one of your best friends."
Sam waited a minute and took a couple more deep breaths, "What I'm going to tell you could get me in a lot of trouble, and you could get in trouble just for knowing and not telling."
"Gosh Sam what did you do? Kill someone?" Janet laughed at her own joke.
"I'm serious," She looked at her sternly.
"Ok, ok, what's this deep dark secret?"
"I lied about the father of my baby, Matt doesn't exist."
"That's not that bad." Janet sat back in the chair letting go of Sam's hand.
"That's not the bad part."
"Ok?" Janet said waiting for an explanation.
Sam laid her head back on the bed, "What's the point now? I already screwed everything up."
"Sam will you please tell me what's going on?" Janet said impatiently.
"Colonel O'Neill is the father of my child."
"What?" A voice from the doorway asked.
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