The real estate lady walks out of the room to give us a second to talk to each other about the two-bedroom condo that she just showed us.

"I like it," I say.

"I don't know, maybe we should get a house. Give the kid a yard to play in."

"We can walk the kid to the park to play," I point out.

Joe nods, but looks uncomfortable. "I just don't want this to seem like I'm cutting corners. I want our baby to have everything it needs," he says.

I give him a kiss. "We can keep looking if you want, but I can picture our little baby being really happy here."

"Okay," he says.

I am about to buy a house with a man. That's progress, right? That's normalcy? This is me growing up, right? Then why am I so terrified by the idea?

-0-

Teal'c drives a van full of the team to our house.

"Was it 1960s dress-up day?" I ask, looking at their clothes.

"Yep," Jack says, but his eyes are laughing. He seemed so open about what they did for a living a few weeks ago I was hoping for something more honest. Not that I really believe that they travel to other planets. I mean, even if they discovered something faster than the speed of light, they couldn't go so many places in such a short amount of time.

"When did you learn to drive, Teal'c?" I ask. I've never seen him drive before, and always assumed that it was because he was from another country and hadn't taken the American test.

"1969," he replies, nonplussed. His teammates are glaring at him.

"So you've known the whole time I've known you? I guess I just assumed you couldn't, because someone always brought you to team nights."

"Your assumption was correct. For most of the time that you knew me, I did not have the ability to drive."

I stare at him. Jack and Daniel glare at him.

"What?" I ask. It can't hurt, right.

Teal'c opens his mouth, but Jack interrupts, "He's just messing with you. Aren't you, Teal'c?"

"I am unfamiliar with this Tau'ri phrase," Teal'c replies.

"It means that you're teasing her. You're joking, telling funny little lies," Jack supplies.

Teal'c looks at me. Sighs, and then says, "I am 'messing' with you, Stephanie Connor, I have in fact only learned to drive very recently."

I cock my head at him, not buying it. He cocks his head right back at me. Yeah, I'm not going to win a staring contest with this man.

"I missed you," Daniel says, coming forward and giving me a hug before he scoops up his kids.

"You were only gone for three hours," I point out.

"Well, it felt more like a week," he replies.

"Okay, well, you have been gone a week before and didn't miss me," I say, suspicious.

"Kind of felt like decades to me," Jack says, coming forward to give me another hug.

"What's going on, guys?" I ask.

"Put on some bell-bottoms and some disco music, kiddo," Jack commands.

"You think I own bell-bottoms?" I ask.

"Daniel, you've got anything '60's?" Jack asks.

"I have some of my parent's clothes. They are a bit more seventies, actually, but early seventies," he says.

He's lost almost everything the owned more than once. I know for a fact it was packed into suitcases at least twice. Yet he kept some of his parent's clothes. "I couldn't wear that," I squeak out.

"I'd be honored if…" Daniel begins.

"Daniel, I'm pregnant. I wouldn't even fit!" I protest.

"You're not even showing," Jack says. That might be true of my stomach, but I can't believe Jack hasn't noticed by boobs have doubled. Okay, actually I can. Jack has never looked at my boobs.

"You guys are just going to have to pretend that I am wearing something 1960's," I say.

"I think we'd better. You don't cross a pregnant woman, boys," Jack advises.

"Sexist," Sam accuses.

"Yet true," he retorts.

"We don't have disco music, either," I point out.

Jack glares at Daniel, "What kind of house do you run?"

"One who is full of children's whose favorite song is 'Wheels on the Bus'," Daniel retorts.

"And apparently two adults who don't have one lick of taste between the two of them," Jack says.

"Sir, when is the last time that you actually listened to disco music?" Sam asks skeptically.

"It's not about listening to it. It's about owning it," Jack says with a frown.

"I could drive you to your place of residence to retrieve the music, O'Neill," Teal'c offers.

"Let's go," Jack says, leaving with the bigger man.

"He's really excited about driving," Sam explains with a shrug of her shoulders.

-0-

I finger the note that Daniel gave me long ago. I read my son's name. My first son, because now I have two. Daniel is rocking Shifu, even though the kid has been asleep for a while. Daniel and I really do have similar parenting styles. I wonder if Joe and mine will mesh quite as well.

"Daniel, I'm having a boy," I tell him.

He looks up at me with a grin.

"I want you to name him."

"What?" he says shocked.

"I just think… you did so well with Phoenix."

"That's different. That name is all about healing you. The kid didn't have to walk around with that name his whole life."

"Daniel, I trust you with this important task more than I trust myself," I confess.

"I won't pick the name, but I will choose three, and then you and Joe can fight it out from there."

"Deal," I say.

"You wish it was a girl?" he asks softly.

Oh, this man can see right through me.

"No. I mean, the kid is what he is. It will be harder emotionally, but it's probably stuff I need to deal with."

"I'd give you a hug, honey, but it would wake the baby."

"I'll take the emotional hug," I say with a smile.

-0-

Joe grabs my hand under the table during the parenting class. I hope it isn't distracting to him as it is to me, or we might as well go home.

That man does things to my stomach more and more every day.

The woman tells us we're on our ten-minute break, and he looks at me. "You need a glass of water?" he asks with concerned eyes. I never knew how much Joe could fuss until I got pregnant.

"I'm good. Did you want to know the gender of the baby?" I ask.

He look startled, and excited, "Yes, I mean you know, right?"

I nod my head.

"Lay it on me," he says.

"It's a boy."

"Wow," he says, looking stunned, "You're okay?"

Okay, enough, "Honey, I've got a boss, a father figure, and a psychologist to fuss over me. Can you just… not?"

"I love you," he says.

"I know, but can't we just do all the exciting things, and let me do all the hard emotional stuff with someone else?"

He pauses for a long time. "I'm glad you've got other men in your life. I'm not jealous of them or anything. I want you to spend time with them, and I want you to get emotional support from them. You just have to understand that you can't let us be a half a relationship. If this is going to work, if this is going to be forever, then we're going to have to be everything to each other. Even if that means we double up on the emotional sharing."

"You're right," I say. "I also wasn't taking into account that you don't have as many people to share your life with as I do. So I won't hold back. I'm freaking out a little about having a son after the one I lost. I think that in the long haul it is going to be a good thing."

"Thanks," he says, squeezing the hand that is still connected to mine under the table.

"I'm going to run to the bathroom before it starts back up," I say.

He uses the hand that is still connected to mine to help lift me out of the chair. I am getting big. I think at twenty-one weeks I am already bigger than I was when my son was delivered last time. That is what proper nutrition will do to you.

When I come back, there is a cup of water sitting next to my place. I'd glare at him for it, but the truth is I will probably drink it before the class is over. He knows me better than I know myself.

I think I should probably put some effort into making sure that works both ways.

-0-

Everyone who works in the mountain is trapped there for one of the viruses that seem to break out there every other day. Catherine and Ernest are on a cruise. So, I have been on baby duty non-stop for three days. Shifu is teething, and working on escaping from his crib. His older siblings have gotten bored with their play kitchen set, and have made every effort to move onto the real one. No matter how many times that I tell them that it is dangerous, they are just as determined to turn the stove on.

I haven't got a lot of sleep, and with the pregnancy I just can't do it anymore. I should have followed Pat's advice to make more friends at college, but, well, there is him.

I don't even know how long I slept, for, but I suspect it was closer to a day than an hour. When I wake up, I hear Joe's voice. It's restrained, far from a yell that would scare the kids, but it's definitely full of anger.

"What are you doing here?"

"Steph needed to get some rest," Pat says.

"She's still asleep?" he asks.

"Yeah."

"Well, I've got it now. So you can take off."

"Has Steph asked you to care for the children before?"

"No, but I can handle it. She and I are going to have a kid ourselves soon."

"Right, but that's a little different than caring for three little kids."

I enter the living room right then, "Thanks Pat. I've got this," I say.

He leaves without further comment.

"If I was still tired, I would go back to bed. I totally trust you," I inform Joe.

"Thanks. You okay?" he asks concerned.

"It's just pregnancy exhaustion, nothing to worry about. Everything at the mountain get figured out?"

"We're good," he says, grabbing the frying pan out of Kush's hand as he goes by. "So you're spending time with Pat?"

"I was asleep."

"So, you just called him, because you were in a pinch, and this is the first time you've seen him since you broke up?" he asks critically.

I make a face which clearly shows that that isn't the truth.

"That's what I thought. So how long have you been spending time with Pat?"

"Since I went to grad school. This isn't anything that you have to worry about."

"If I didn't have to worry about it, you would have told me. Why didn't you tell me?"

"It's not a big deal. I just need a friend, and with my life I didn't really have the time to make a brand new friend. I already knew him."

"Right, you already slept with him."

"I don't anymore," I say.

"If you are just friends, why didn't you tell me?"

"I should have. Listen, if you don't want me to see him anymore, I won't."

"You need friends," Joe says reluctantly.

"I will tell you every time that I see him from now on, okay?" I say.

Joe nods.

"If it makes you feel better, he is the one that convinced me I needed to tell you about the trauma in my past a while back."

"So he's cheering for us?" Joe asks.

"Definitely."

"That helps."