AN: Full on Grace this chapter.
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The house wasn't big but they didn't really need anything huge. It had three bedrooms and a small office near the front door downstairs. Someone had renovated it recently so instead of looking dated it looked very cookie cutter. Jack determinedly painted a soft yellow over the brown and red the original house had been painted. He couldn't do anything about the dark kitchen but he could brighten the place up with yellow and grassy green for the girls. The moving company would be by tomorrow so they had slept on an air mattress last night. Making love on the slightly underfilled mattress had involved a lot of giggling on both their parts.
Sam came back from the grocery store to a paint smattered Jack. She chuckled. "You look like you've had fun." She says to him but the downstairs looks much better without all the dark walls. Even the kitchen seemed less oppressive in spite of the dark cabinetry and brown granite counters. "Did you get that hideous Laura Ashley wallpaper off the walls in our bedroom yet?"
"Can't I just paint it?" Jack asked her hopefully.
"No."
"It's very red."
"Yah it is. And I was gonna leave it up but at least one of those flowers looks exactly like a penis so it needs to go."
Jack laughed. Penis wallpaper. He hadn't looked that closely. "I thought the birds on it were the problem."
"That too." She said putting the paper bags on the counter. "I need to find my reusable bags. I had to fight with the clerk about not getting plastic."
Jack set the roller in the pan and walked over to Sam. She backed away. He looked down at himself and realized why. His faded baggy jeans were a mish mash of white and yellow and green. But the baseboards were all bright white again instead of an odd shade of red and the walls were yellow in the great room and a happy shade of green in her office and the downstairs bathroom. He'd stripped his shirt off earlier and his chest had a few blotches as well as did his arms.
"You smell and are covered in paint." She warned him.
"You have never once complained that I smelled when I was sweaty." He reminded her.
"I have never until now been pregnant around you when you have been this sweaty." She reminded him.
He smiled softly. "How are you feeling?"
"Pretty good, the nausea seems to be letting up. I think I'm showing earlier, too."
Jack nods. "I'll go take a shower." He looks her up and down. "Want to join me?" He wiggles his eyebrows.
"That depends… are we just showering?"
"Carter… I can't get you more pregnant you know."
Sam snorts out a laugh. "Okay, good point." She puts a couple more things in the fridge and walks to the stairs pulling her shirt off over her head as she goes, exposing him to her lean muscular back.
"Oh woman." Jack breaths and is almost instantly hard as a rock. He follows the tinkling laughter of his wife as he passes her shorts laying on the floor and then her panties and bra.
"You call me if you need me all right?" Jack admonished her.
"Jack, I'll be fine. I'll call you every night after I get home and I'll see you this weekend." Sam told him and kissed his cheek.
"Wish Hammond had given me my doohickey already. I could just beam back and forth."
"You need the blow up mattress anyway until your stuff gets to the apartment in DC." She reminded him.
"Yah but I could have carried it under my arm."
Sam laughed. "Oh sure, that would look great, you showing up onboard the ship in your Class As with a purple blow up mattress and a set of sheets under your arm. Very professional, sir." She said to him still chuckling.
"Stop that." He admonished her.
"I can't help it, you're in uniform, it's automatic." She said giggling.
"If I had time I'd do some very non regulation things to you on that counter." He growled as he captured her mouth.
"Ohh…. Save it for our phone call tonight. I want to hear what you have in mind… in detail."
"Aren't you tired yet? We had sex three times yesterday." He whined.
"I won't see you all week Jack. I have to store up."
"Good lord, were you this horny last time?"
"Yup."
"Shame I didn't know about it."
"Indeed." Sam says to him in her best impression of Teal'c.
"I'll start on the kid's rooms this weekend." He promises. "Grace wants pink, right?"
"Teal!" She reminds him knowing he's teasing.
"Crud, the kid from motor pool is here." Jack tells her as he catches a car pulling into their driveway from the corner of his eye.
"Go… before you have to write me up on sexual misconduct charges." She tells Jack. He gives her a swift kiss, picks up the canvas bag the bed is in and heads out the door.
After he leaves Sam goes to the kitchen and pulls a banana off the hook and makes a bowl of yogurt. She cuts up the banana and tosses Cheerios on top. It wasn't her favorite breakfast but she was tired of eggs and spinach. At least avocados were cheap in Nevada. "At least you like food and not junk. All Grace wanted was Froot Loops." She pats her belly. She was showing, but only a very little bit. Probably just her body knowing what to do this time around.
"You couldn't wait to be conceived a couple weeks so I don't spend the next six months wondering whose kid you are? Better not be setting a pattern kid or we are going to have words."
At one am, Sam woke up with a ravenous craving for fried fish and children's cereal. "Okay... okay… you made your point. I'm still going to worry." She told her belly. She didn't have any fried fish but she did have some canned clam chowder soup Jack liked and ate a bowl of it. It was horrible... and she wanted more of it. "Oh no you don't. One bowl. That's it." She admonished the growing child inside her.
After she ate, she grabbed the book she'd left on her coffee table and went out to the Florida room, switched on a lamp and sat down on the papasan chair to read. But instead she stared out at the stars and wondered how Daniel and Teal'c were doing. Teal'c had obligations to the Free Jaffa and Daniel had made arrangements to go to Atlantis as soon as he finished up the project he was on.
She rubbed her belly absently and started singing Twinkle Twinkle softly.