Chapter Eleven

A/N: Sorry for the long wait. I couldn't decide how to end the story. But personally I liked the way that I did. Jack and Sam having a family of there own is something that I have always pictured. I hope you like it. Enjoy!

"Remember the past, live in the present, and look forward to the future."

- Unknown

Two Years Later

"Ruthie!," yelled Samantha. "Ah! I turn my back for two seconds and your food is all over the floor! What am I going to do with you?!" Samantha was running around trying to cook dinner and feed Ruthie the adorable one year, who just decided that she wanted to throw her dinner across the kitchen floor.

Standing in the doorway connecting the kitchen to the garage was Jack, looking at his wife and baby girl. He was convinced that nothing could make him happier, but he was wrong. The fact that there were two young girls standing behind him also made him smile. Hannah and Katie were going to be staying with him and Samantha for the entire summer, instead of going away to summer camp. He had just picked them up from the JFK airport and brought them over. He told them to be quite as they entered the house, just incase Ruthie was sleeping. But what they saw was unexpected.

Sam was running this way and that through their large kitchen, trying to do ten things at once. When she was pregnant with Ruthie she decided that she needed to learn how to cook proper meals. So that was what she was doing. She was cooking a proper meal, while trying to feed Ruthie, while trying to set the table, while trying to clean the kitchen as she went, and was trying to unpack the groceries of the girls favorite foods. He found it quite cute and amazing, that she was trying to do everything herself.

Sam being to busy had yet to notice the three new additions to the kitchen and tried to scurry this way and back without disturbing the pattern that she had seemed to pick up through the corse of it all. She couldn't stop thinking about Hannah and Katie, and couldn't wait to see them. The last time that they were here they had gotten on so well that they had formed some kind of friendship, and they accepted the fact that she was their step mother.

It even turned out at times that they would call the house and get Jack, but they would ask to talk to her first, or they would just call for her all together. Jack of corse was thrilled that almost all the women in his life were getting along. All but Marie and Sam, but that was understandable.

Thinking that they had been lurking for long enough, Jack stepped into the kitchen as soon as Sam's back was towards them, and snuck up behind her, placed his hands on her hips and kissed her neck. If she was startled she didn't show it. But that didn't shock him, she seemed to have this radar fine tuned to him, and if he was ever near her then she would know.

As she relaxed back into him, she remembered all that she was trying to do, and the two little girls that were standing in the doorway staring at her.

"Hannah! Katie! Look at you two," she said as she turned to them and opened her arms. "You two have grown so much since the last time that I've seen you," she said as she hugged each of them.

"Hey Sam," they said together. "Guess what. On the plane we were stilling next to this old man who was snoring so loud," Katie held her hands out to show how much. "And when he woke up he asked if we would like to see a magic trick and he pulled out a silver dollar out of my ear, and he let me keep it!" shouted Katie, as she held up the silver dollar.

"Yea well he pulled out a golden dollar out of my ear, and he let me keep it too!" said Hannah, showing Sam the money.

"Well that was very nice of him wasn't it? I hope that you both said 'thank you'," said Jack looking back and forth between the three of them.

"Don't be silly daddy. Of corse we did!" said Hannah.

"Yea, don't be silly daddy," echoed Katie.

"Yea, don't be silly Jack," said Sam looking up at him, giving him a smirk.

"Oh, no. Not you too," he said rolling his eyes, and turning to look at Ruthie who has suddenly become very giggling with all the noise, and new people in the room.

"Oh come on Jack," said Sam standing to kiss him on the lips.

"EW!!!" yelled Hannah and Katie together.

Laughing Jack turned to the girls, while still holding Sam around the waist, "Go up stairs and put your stuff in your rooms. And then come back down for dinner after you have washed up." Both the girls turned to get their backpacks and went upstairs.

"Now where were we?" asked Jack turning back to Samantha.

"I think right about here," she said leaning up to kiss him hard on the lips. After a few minutes Sam pulled away, and Jack groaned.

"Sam," he said. "What did you do that for?"

"One, I still have to finish dinner. Two, Hannah and Katie don't need to be scared by seeing us kiss like that. And three, you have a year old baby over there who wants her daddy to pick her up," she said turning to Ruthie, who up to that moment had been quite.

"Okay, you convinced me. You know I can't turn down one of my girls," he said as he turned to pick up Ruthie from her high chair and swung her around over his head making air plane noises.

Soon all five of them were sitting around the table. While they were sitting Jack got up to get soda for Hannah and Katie, and a bottle of wine for Sam and himself. Sitting the girls glasses in front of them they smiled.

"Daddy?" asked Hannah. Turning to look at his oldest daughter, Hannah continued. "Why do we get to drink out of the glasses like you and Samantha?"

"Well, I thought that you would want to have the same glasses as us. But if you don't I can take them away," he said pretending to make a grab for them.

"No! It's okay," said Hannah. "I like being able to have the glasses like you and Sam," she said as she took a drink of her soda.

"Yea, me to!" said Katie.

Turning to Sam, Jack realized that she wasn't drinking the wine that he had gotten for her, but that she was drinking water.

"Sam? Everything okay?" he asked concerned. "You aren't drinking the wine I brought you, and it's your favorite."

Thinking that now would be as good as a time as any other Sam started. "Well honey, it wouldn't be good for the baby."

Jack just looked at her confused. "Sam what are you talking about? Ruthie is right there. What harm could it do?"

"It could hurt the baby, Jack. Our baby," she said it slower this time hoping that he would pick up on what she was saying. As far as she could tell Hannah and Katie had caught on, and Jack just looked at her funny.

And then it clicked. "Our baby?"

"Yes, our baby," said Samantha smiling.

"Y-, your– your pregnant?" said Jack stuttering?

"Yes!" squeaked Sam, not knowing if he was mad or not. "Are you upset? I know this isn't what we planned, but I am happy, but I want you to be happy, but if your ma—," but he cut of her nervous rant by kissing her full on the lips. This time Hannah and Katie stayed quite and started jumping up and down, chanting "Were going to have a baby! Were going to have a baby!" Over and over again.

Nine Months Later

"I am going to kill you! How could you do this to me!?! I am never going to forgive you for doing this to me, I hate you, you ass hole!" yelled Samantha. She had just gone into labor and she was yelling her head off at Jack, who just seemed amused.

"It's okay baby. I love you and that's all that matters," he said smoothing back her hair and kissing her forehead.

"Okay, one more big push Sam," said the doctor.

"Don't call me Sam," she yelled, before managing one last push, and a baby boys yelling filled the room.

"Sweetheart, look he's beautiful," said Jack. Overly happy that he finally had a son, and not to mention a wife that he couldn't get enough of.

"Oh, Jack he looks just like you. He's going to be a knock out when he's older," said Sam groggily, her eyes floating shut.

"Just sleep sweetheart, and we'll be here when you wake up," said Jack kissing her head again.

"I'm sorry for what I said before. I don't hate you. I love you," said Sam before falling asleep.

"I love you, too," said Jack. "Now get some rest. And when you wake up we can start a family of our very own.

finis.