– Party in the USA, by Miley Cyrus
"Oh God, no!"
Sam, irritated, slammed the top of the radio next to her, cutting short the song that had started playing. The room fell into silence as she lie back down on her bed again, thinking how futile it was being annoyed at something as inconsequential as a song. It still managed to annoy her though. Her eyes moved to her swollen abdomen, and she whispered to its inhabitant,
"If you turn out to be a girl... you are so not watching Hannah Montana."
She smiled tiredly when she felt movement in reply, and she patted her bump. She closed her eyes and murmured, "Mommy's happy you're moving around in there but could you please keep still for at least a couple hours so Mommy can sleep?"
She had just drifted off into a pleasant place somewhere between sleeping and waking, when the radio somehow switched itself on again. She was awoken by the same song blaring at her, and then her unborn child moving in time to it. She growled, forgetting that she was supposed to be calm, and she grabbed the radio. The next thing she knew, it had crashed into the furthest wall, and now fell silent as its casing split and internal parts were chipped beyond any casual form of repair.
She felt guilt momentarily before deciding to be happy about it. She was about to close her eyes again when she heard someone running up the stairs, and she sighed. All she wanted was some rest, which was now becoming impossible thanks to someone who worried about her more than she ever did.
Seconds later, Daniel appeared in the room, the archaeologist looking worried as he looked around. He paused on seeing the radio in several pieces, and then he looked at an indignant looking Sam. He said cautiously, "Bad time?"
"More like bad song. It won't stop playing and kiddo here won't stop dancing. Something had to be done. Now, if you don't mind, this Colonel needs some sleep."
She grumpily pulled a blanket over herself and closed her eyes. Moments later, when she felt him sit on the edge of the bed, she opened her eyes, feeling just about ready to kill him. Instead, however, she said, sounding drained,
"Daniel, I haven't slept at all in about three days. I'd like to, okay? I'd really like to... 'cos when kiddo comes out, I'm never going to sleep again."
She closed her eyes again on feeling his fingers in her hair, and she felt a stab of guilt for being short with him. She was about to drift off again when she heard him say, "Jack's been sending music to my cell by Bluetooth again. I could leave that here if you promise not to throw it across the room."
She groaned, wanting to go back to sleep again. She said, "Fine. Whatever."
He smiled slightly as he pulled his phone out of his pocket and started the music player. When an all too familiar guitar riff started playing, he leapt halfway across the room, trying not to laugh when Sam instantly sat up. Fuming as Daniel almost dived for the door, she angrily threw a pillow at him, which just grazed his back.
She shouted, "Daniel Jackson! I'm going to kill you!"