Ok, I had to drive across the state to take care of my Grandpa who broke a couple ribs after a fall today. So who knows how my posting will be effected over the next couple of weeks, but I'll try to finish off this story, since we're pretty close to done.

Thanks again to my beta BruisedReed!

Day 2 after returning to earth

Sam opened the door of her on-base quarters to a gentle knock. "Hey kid, how are you this morning?" her Dad asks.

"I'm not sick, Dad, I'm pregnant" she says.

"Ok, how is your memory today then?" he says.

"Good," she says with a smile, "Well, about the same. I've remembered a lot of things being on base. Seeing the people, the places I've known so well, but with Jack I remember other things…less scary things." She looks up at her father with some degree of trepidation. She doesn't actually remember him that well. Her memories of him are an odd contradictory mix of him pushing her, and sweet loving supportive moments. She isn't sure how he's going to react to her being afraid of the Air Force which is her whole life, and his whole life too.

"I can imagine that some of the things you've seen would be scary and confusing," Jacob says.

"I remember good things too," she says closing her eyes, "I remember going to the shooting range with you when I was a kid. I remember hikes, and…" she had meant to only stay on the positive, but it was something she had to know. "Where is Mom?" she asks.

He shuts his eyes, and pulls her into a hug, "Baby your mother…she died."

"I…think I remember. I mean I remember baking cookies, and you coming in crying. I don't remember what you said though. I was a teenager?" she asks.

He nods still holding her in a hug.

"What happened?" Sam asks.

"Car accident," he says.

"So, do I have any other family?" she asks. Suddenly realizing how that sounds she rushes on, "Not that you aren't enough family for me, but…"

"You have a brother, and a sister-in-law, and a niece and nephew," he says.

"Right…" she says slowly, "he's my big brother."

Her dad nods.

"And how is… Mark?" she looks for confirmation which she gets, "going to feel about this?" she says rubbing his stomach.

"He loves you, he's going to be surprised. Particularly since he bawled his eyes out at a funeral five months ago, but he loves you. He's going to be ok with it. Just make sure you tell him sooner rather than later."

"Yeah, I might need his number, I mean I'm sure I have his number, but I don't know where," Sam says.

"Actually you don't have much of anything. Sam, we thought you were dead," and she is touched by how much her father's face still crumbles at that, "I…sold your house. I kept some things, sentimental trinkets, and a few articles of clothes that meant something to me-uniforms and so forth mostly. Anyway, it's all in a storage locker. Here is the key and the address," he says slipping it into her hands, "I meant to stick around longer, and get it for you, and be here for you. But the Tok'ra have called me away," he sighs looking at her, "If you need me to, I can tell them to go to hell."

She hadn't quite remembered who the Tok'ra was or why her father worked for them, but she had figured out he wasn't too happy about the arrangement right now. He probably wanted her to beg him to stay. But she wasn't going to do that.

"I'm fine Dad, really."

"Ok, well I'll be back. And Jack's stuff is in the storage locker too," he says. "He doesn't have much by way of family except his ex-wife, and a sister. Neither of whom he's close to, and neither of whom had security clearance, so I…took care of that for him. I suppose it's fitting now that he's practically my son in law. Oh, and there are some of your old baby things in the storage too. I thought your little one could use some of it," he says grinning from ear to ear.

"Well, we're having a boy, so I don't think we'll be able to use too much of it," she says with a smile rubbing her belly slowly.

"A boy? Really? That's great, Sammy! But you could probably use a lot of your old stuff for your son," Jacob says.

"I suppose you did dress me pretty masculine with a name like Sam," she teases.

"More like gender neutral. But there were a lot of girly things in there as well. Your mother, she used to dress you up in these little fluffy dresses when you were just a baby. You could hardly move in them! But you did look beautiful. She didn't get one of those dresses on you after you learned to say the word "No!" let me tell you! And with my smart little genius girl that word came along pretty young."

"Here is your brother's number," he says writing it down. "I promise I'll come back as soon as I can, and if you'd just say the word I would stay," he said after a moment of silence.

"I'd ask you to, if I needed you too, I really would," she says.

"I love you, Sammy," he says kissing her hairline. He's almost to the door when he turns around, "I know you and Jack wanted to get married as soon as you could. I can certainly understand wanting to be married when your little son enters the world. But, it would mean the world to us if you let your family come. Your brother and his family and I…we'd love to see you get married."

"Of course Dad," she says grinning, "Maybe I'll even wear a girly dress for Mom."

And for the first time since his daughter's funeral-Jacob Carter cried.

"Sam, I got your test results back, and I need to talk to you for a second," Janet says trying to look unalarming. She failed at that, and Sam's knees almost buckled beneath her.

"You have to get Jack…I know we're not supposed to be together until the paperwork goes through, but if there is something wrong with the baby…Jack has to know," she says and her voice is weak, and very unmajorlike.

"No," Janet says soothingly, "There is nothing wrong with your son, or at least nothing we can't fix. You're both going to be fine, come here and I will explain everything," she says.

"Major," Jack says trying hard to give her only a cursory look.

"I'm sorry, Jack," she says closing the door, "I know we're supposed to maintain a professional distance, and the best way to do that would be to maintain actual distance, but I found something out, and I just had to tell you."

He stands up, crosses the room and is about to pull her into a hug when she steps back, and points to the camera. He turns a worried face to her, "What happened?" he asks.

"Nothing…everything is fine…keep that in mind as I tell you. Everything is going to be fine. I'm freaking out over what could have happened," she says.

He nods, but doesn't look as relieved as she wanted him to. It doesn't look like he yet believes her.

"Our blood types…our baby is rh positive, and I'm negative. Which is fine, they give you a shot when you are at about seven months, and within three days of the baby being born, and there is no negative consequences. But if I'd had the baby on that planet," she starts to cry.

He starts toward her, but pulls away giving the cameras a dirty glare, and then starts toward her again.

She shakes her head.

"That camera's caught me giving Daniel more than a few hugs, so it can put up with me giving you one," he says.

And then she's in his arms. They each derive comfort from one another's embrace, touch, smell. There earth smells distantly different from the smell they have grown used to off world. This one has mixes of shampoo and aftershave whereas the off world smell had only lye soap to mask their more natural scents.

"If Dad hadn't found us…our baby might have died when it was born. If we'd had a second baby it definitely would have died," she says.

"But the danger is passed now? The baby is fine for sure? Janet double and triple checked?" he asks.

She nods, "Yes, they just give the shots, and a hundred percent guaranteed it's fine," she says.

He's sobbing, "We would have been out there, and our baby would have died…" but he doesn't finish, because he doesn't want her to know how crazy he is.

"You would have blamed yourself even though it wasn't your fault. Just like you did after Charlie died," she says.

"Charlie's death…" he begins.

"Was an accident," she says firmly, "And the baby and I are not going to die."

"You're not leaving the base until he's born," Jack says, "I want you near an infirmary."

"Jack, labor takes HOURS, and we have three days after to get the shot we'll have plenty of time to get here," she says.

"On second thought I want you to stay in the infirmary, you could get stuck in an elevator or something," he says.

"You need to stop worrying," she says nearly kissing him before she remembered and caught herself.

"But you guys are both ok now?" he asks.

"Yeah," she replies easily, but he sees there is something wrong on her face.

"What?" he asks.

"I'm a little calcium deficient. The baby is ok, apparently my body will rob the calcium from my bones to give it to the baby. It's no big deal," she says.

"You can build up the calcium that you lost right?" he asks.

"Well…sort of, but my chances of having osteoporosis are greater than they would have been any other way," he says.

He makes a horrible face.

"Not your fault Jack, there wasn't any more calcium on that planet besides the bones of animals, and eating those would have caused stomach lacerations which could have caused my own stomach acids to poison me," she says.

He sighs, honestly trying not to feel guilty, "I'd better thank your Dad for saving my son," Jack says.

"That thank you will have to wait, he had to go off world. By the way, apparently he put our stuff in the same storage locker. They sold our houses when they thought we were dead. Dad left me the key. I thought I'd go there today and see what I have. I'm hoping clothes, but even if there are some clothes they aren't going to fit me, so I suppose I should just go shopping."

"Didn't I just tell you, you were not going off base until the baby comes?" he asks.

"And didn't I just tell you, you were nuts? It's bad enough I have to live the same place as I work, I'm not going to spend every moment here," she says.

"So they sold both of our houses, huh?" he says.

She nods, "I guess it just means we get to find a place together."

"That's a lot to do before the baby comes," he says, "find a house, get married, get all the baby stuff and room ready…"

"Easier than building a house from logs, and we did that without a problem. But speaking of marriage, my Dad wants to be there, and wants my brother to be there too," she says looking at him with questing eyes.

"You have a brother?" he asks.

"Yeah, and he has a wife, and two kids. Sounds like you have a sister somewhere too. Dad didn't think you were close to her, but you should probably invite her anyway. And if we're having some people come I think Teal'c, Cassie, Janet and Hammond should come too."

"We can do the whole big wedding thing, you know, I'd be ok with that," he says.

"I know, and if I wanted that, I'd tell you. I think I do want a dress…for my Mom. I guess she always wanted to dress me up in cute little dresses, before I was the height of rebellion against anything girly. Although, I don't know how I'll ever get a dress to fit this whale of a belly," she says sadly.

"You are beautiful," he says and with his eyes looking at her like that there is no way she can doubt the truth of his words.