Sam's eyelids felt like they weighed fifty pounds each when she regained consciousness.
She finally opened her eyes a moment later as she swallowed, gently. "Jack..." She murmured.
"I'm here, Sam." He said as she turned her head toward the sound of his voice. He gently smoothed her hair as he looked into her face. "How are you feeling?"
"Like I got shot and drugged all at the same time." She admitted, honestly.
"Sorry to hear that." He said, earnestly. "But the good news is that you and the baby have stabilized."
"That's good." She said with a small smile.
"The bad news is that they're pretty insistent on bed rest."
She sighed softly.
"Still, with Daniel's willingness to stay with you during the week until I'm replaced at the Pentagon, and if we get Thanksgiving dinner catered, I don't see why Mark and his family can't come over." He said, seriously.
"I should have just had them page Dr. Lee..." She groaned as she touched her head with the palm of her hand. "I feel so stupid..."
"The doctors don't think it was anything you did." He said, gently. "It's just that with your age and your medical history, they want to take a few more precautions. That's all."
"I'm not fit to be a mother," she whispered emotionally as tears welled up in her eyes. "She's not even out in the world yet, and I can't take care of her..."
"What?" He asked, looking at her sincerely. "That's not true, Sam." He said, gently. "You're going to be a great mother, and you're taking care of yourself and the baby as well as anyone I've ever seen or heard of."
By now, the tears were coming, and Jack sat on the bed. He wrapped his arms around her. "Sh..." He whispered. "Sh, it's okay. You're okay."
She clung to him tightly as she released a tear for each of her many fears and insecurities.