Ok – here we go – another chapter.

First of all, thank you all so much for your wonderful reviews – and your condolences. They meant so much – and helped so much, as well.

This chapter, while mapped out for a while, was harder for me to write (I keep going over it again and again, and finding more to change… (very frustrating!) and I really don't understand why – I hope you all like it though. Please let me know what you think!

I'm sorry for the delay in posting this – RL is being a real pain in the Mikta… :)

And without further ado…

He couldn't explain it. It felt like he had been walloped in the gut, made horribly, painfully, breathless - while at the same time excited butterflies were beating a mad tempo in his abdomen.

Me? He thought. What about me could have possibly made her choose not to have a baby?

She started wiping at her tears, and brought him out of his reverie in the process.

He took her face gently in his hands, and thumbed away the moisture that she had missed.

"Why me, Sam?" He asked, impossibly gently.

She took a deep shuddering breath, and made eye contact with him, which sent indescribable sensations through every nerve ending in his body.

With her deep blue eyes locked on his dark brown ones, she parted her lips, took yet another breath, and told him softly, "I couldn't imagine anyone other than you to have a child with." She looked away then, shy of what she was revealing. "But we barely knew each other at the time. Two years isn't all that long, Sir. And you can't just ask that of someone out of the blue anyways – except for maybe a significant other (she was starting to babble now), and even then it takes a huge amount of planning. You were not mine, could not be mine, as much as I wanted you to be, and I couldn't put you in that position. Not to mention our careers…" She drifted off slowly, still not looking at him, and bit her lower lip, dreading his sure to be angry reaction. Who knew if he even wanted kids anymore, after Charlie, let alone her. What a horrible position she was putting him in.

His heart picked up the pace, if that was even possible. He felt as though he was running a marathon, and couldn't quite keep up. Her words were starting to sink in. Him. That was why she hadn't had kids? She'd only wanted him, but didn't want to hurt him, his career? She wanted him! And had for a fairly long time! Wow.

"Sam. All you had to do was talk to me about it. Maybe not ask, but at least talk – tell me what you were going through. We could have worked it out – worked something out. You shouldn't have let it go this far."

"I guess I just thought that one day it…" she sighed. "…something - would happen, whether between you and me (which was what I hoped for), or with someone else. That one day every piece of the puzzle would fall into place. And if it had gone as I wanted, I sure wouldn't be sitting here, now, in pain, fearing the surgery I most likely have to have. I didn't expect to wait, put it off, for this long." She trailed off again, making eye contact once more.

He looked down lovingly at her face (was that love she saw in his eyes? she couldn't breathe for it), and smiled a gentle smile.

He leaned in closer, "Do you still want to try for them? Kids, I mean?"

She nodded slowly, unable to look away from his handsome face.

Before her mind had a chance to really process what she might be committing herself to – and before registering the rules and regs that could prevent it from happening, Daniel, with his impeccable timing, opened the door to the room and was followed in by Teal'c, to see how she was doing.

A/N 2: I just have to say it! YAY CANADA! We're actually doing better than expected at the Olympics for once! YAY TEAM!