Sam and Jack continued to date each other a few times a week as Jack made the move to D.C. There were no more overnight visits, accidental or otherwise, after the first date.

Jack invited Sam over for when he'd moved it.

"Sorry that it's mostly boxes," Jack mutters.

"It's ok, I can help you unpack if you want," she offers.

"You can come back tomorrow, if you want," he says, fidgeting with things.

"Are you nervous about something?" she asks, stopping him.

"Just come," he says taking her into the kitchen.

This room, at least, is finished. The table has a fancy tablecloth, and it is set with a clearly catered meal.

"Jack, you're going to have to stop spoiling me. You know I'd be fine with pizza on a paper plate," she whispers.

"You deserve fancy sometimes," he says, giving her a quick kiss, "Besides, now that I live a bit further from the gossips, we can actually go out for dates."

"You think D.C. is away from the gossips?" she teases.

"Well, it's away from the gossips that I know anyway," he says with a smile.

"But going out sounds fun," she says with a smile.

He lights the candles, and she sits down.

Each plate has a cover over it like it's from room service. Sam lifts the plate nearest her, and finds only a ring in it. She stares at it, and then back at Jack.

"I know; crazy, right? It's too soon, forget I mentioned it," he mutters.

"You didn't even wait for my answer," she stammers, "Yes!"

"Yes?" he asks.

"Unless you weren't serious?" she says.

"No, I was serious, I just didn't think you'd actually consider it," he says.

"Yes," she repeats.

His face breaks into a huge grin.

"Tell me about this ring," she asks, slipping on the ring and coming over to sit on his lap.

He puts his arms around her, "The metal is naquadah," he tells her.

"I felt that!" she exclaims.

"Yeah, me too after Cain," he offers, "It doesn't bother you, does it?"

She shakes her head, "It reminds me of the feeling I get when I'm close to you. I mean post-Cain, of course," she says, "And the rock?"

"It's from Dakara. We don't have a rock like it on Earth. Teal'c called it carmot," Jack explains.

"You're giving me a mythical rock?" she asks.

"Mythical on Earth," he clarifies. He clears his throat, "With the ring I intended… ah… to tell you…" he begins.

She turns her head toward him.

Jack puts a hand one on each side of his face, and turns her away from him, "I love you," he whispers near her ear.

She turns sideways on her lap so she can see him, "I love you too," she says, "I have for years," she begins to kiss him.

"We're getting married," she says grinning at him.

"Right, uh… when were ya thinking?" he asks bashfully.

"Soon?" she asks.

His grin grows.

"I was thinking a small wedding, our friends, and my brother and his family, and… do you have family?"

"Ah… not close family. I'm an only child, and my parents are both gone, but I have some cousins and whatnot."

"Are you close to any of them?"

"Not really, no."

"Did you want a long engagement?" she asks, "I don't want you to feel like I'm going too fast."

"No, I like this short engagement, as long as it is what you really want to do. I hope it isn't just because you don't want people to know about us."

"They are going to know about us now, now that we're getting married," she points out.

"Good point, so you want the big wedding?"

She shakes her head, "But I do want to wear my mom's dress, and I want you in your dress blues."

"Done," he says, "You're easy to make deals with."

"After we get married?" she pauses for a long period of time, and then asks nervously, "Are we going to start trying for a baby?"

He nods, taking her hand. "Even if we don't have a baby you know I am going to love you just as much right?"

She nods her head, "But I really do want to have a baby."

He runs his hand over hers, gently, "I know exactly how you feel. Now, let's eat, because after dinner I have to make some calls. Daniel and Teal'c are wondering what your answer would be."

"You can't leave them in agony," she says, pulling out her phone to call her friends.

Jack finds himself wishing that he hadn't been too nervous to eat lunch.

Even though Sam went home that night, she couldn't resist dropping in for breakfast the next morning. So Jack wakes up to the smell of frying eggs and bacon.

"You'd better be careful," he warns her, "A man could get used to this."

"You'd better be careful, because a girl could get used to the dinners you've been giving me."

"So you want to go out today? Go on some kind of a date that is actually outside of one of our houses?"

She grins, "I have a great idea of where I want to go, but you're not going to like it."

"Where?" he asks with a sigh.

"I want to go to the Smithsonian. They have a lot of new exhibits since I was here."

"Scientists," he says with a sigh.

"You've got to love us!" she says with a grin.

"I suppose I do," he says, kissing her.

Just then her phone rings, "Mark! No, I'm glad you called. Yeah, I do have big news. I'm engaged… no, Pete and I are definitely over. Jack O'Neill. Yeah, he used to be. No… I told you I have a new job. No, not just for him. Because I love him," she pulls the phone away from her face, and stares at the phone.

Jack wraps an arm around the back of her, "You ok?"

"He said he's not coming."

"I'm sorry," Jack says.

"It's ok," she says with a sigh leaning against him for support.

He rubs his arm up and down comfort. "Do you still want to go out?"

"More so now," she confides.