Sorry this took so long but I've been busy reading oh well I'm updating a lot of my stories and I just got some ideas for this.

Chapter 8

Sam Carter stared at the papers that confirmed her pregnancy. Her face was blank and pale. It was suppose to stay in that room like so many things. She didn't regret that night. She dreamed about it and hoped that it wasn't just that, a dream. Her hands went down to her still flat stomach. She had a small smile on her face.

"Carter!" came a voice behind her. She covered the paper quickly and turned around to see her CO.

"Yes, sir," she said.

"They want you in the gate room with some papers the intercom isn't working so they sent me." He said with a less than happy smile.

"Thank you, sir," and with that she walked out of the room. He was going after her when he noticed she had left her notes behind. He picked them up and saw her medical chart and it clearly said right there that Samantha Carter was pregnant.

'Who was she with?' was the first question followed by. 'I haven't seen anyone with her' and 'that son of a bitch'.

Sam walked into the room and saw him just looking at a paper.

"Col. O'Neill!" she screamed. "I would like it if you would not look though my files!"

"I was just getting your notes Carter and I found this," he pointed to the paper as if it had some kind of deadly poison on it. "But, I'm sorry for trying to be helpful."

"Sir, it still doesn't give you a right to-" she stopped. "I'm sorry, sir. I shouldn't have snapped at you."

"Mood swings," he said again in distaste.

"I guess," she responded.

"Who's the father?" he asked bluntly. If looks could kill he would have just commented double murder.

"What do you care, sir?" she said hiding the truth.

"Oh nothing," he said but something in her eyes reminded him of that night. For a second he saw the thought almost though. "I just want to know if someone was with you as a friend." He said, 'not CO' he said to himself.

"It doesn't concern you, sir." She grabbed the notes and walked out of the room in a quick pace but she forgot a paper, one that showed the baby's father. Jack O'Neill picked up the paper in a mixture surprise, joy and shock, as she ran after his 2IC.