Author's Note: This is the last chapter of this little story -I hope you enjoyed it. As this is my first Sam/Jack ship, I am very interested in hearing what you thought of it. Please review.Thanks!


Retirement did have its advantages, Jack thought as he watched the winds cause havoc amongst the waves in the lake. A storm was raging in the Minnesota skies and he was sitting in a chair on the porch at his cabin watching the show.

He breathed in the scent of the rain and the woods surrounding his house and knew at that moment that life couldn't get any better than this. Nothing could be better than this.

"It's so beautiful," Sam said through the screen door causing him to smile as he turned to look at her. This was his own piece of heaven and he was glad she was here to share it with him.

"Yes, it is," he replied, as he turned back to watch the show. Lightning chose that moment to light up the sky and Jack waited for the thunder to make its presence known. His thoughts went back to another stormy night when his whole life had changed, for the better in his opinion. He looked back at Sam when she opened the door to come out and join him, his gaze following her as she walked over to sit next to him.

They watched the storm in silence, Jack still thinking about the other storm that had pushed him to make a decision regarding his feelings toward Samantha Carter. It was one of his most brilliant decisions, he decided happily.

"Jack?" Sam said as she took his hand in hers. "Do you remember that night when I was…" she looked at him helplessly, then continued, "It was storming then."

"When you were plastered to the ceiling?" he asked her with a grin. The grin turned to a full smile when she glared at him.

"Never mind," she snarled, then grinned when he waggled his eyebrows at her. She looked back out toward the lake trying hard to hide the grin. Jack felt the tug on his heart as he realized how much he really loved her.

"That stuff was really potent," she said. "I still can't believe it was their version of moonshine. It tasted like peaches."

"So does Peach Schnapps," Jack retorted.

"Yeah, well Peach Schnapps also tastes like liquor," she said defensively. "Besides, it wasn't the grolote that caused the hallucinations and made that stuff so lethal." They sat in silence again as the storm continued to wage its war around them. Jack glanced over at Sam when she sighed and found himself wondering what she was thinking. Happy thoughts, he hoped.

"Penny for you thoughts," he prompted.

She smiled at him, but didn't say anything. Instead she reached over and kissed him, pulling back to stare into his eyes. "That storm changed our lives," she whispered. "This one is going to do the same." Jack watched her, wondering what she was talking about. He so hoped it would be a good change. "I just found out that I'm pregnant," she said holding up a little plastic wand. "Let's go celebrate, Daddy."

Thunder rolled through the sky, but Jack's attention was on only one thing, his wife and what she'd just told him. "Pregnant?" he asked numbly. "A baby?"

"C'mon Flyboy," she said, getting up from her chair and tugging on his hand to get him to do the same. "There's no use wasting a good storm."

"A baby," he said as a huge grin took over his features. Oh yeah, life couldn't get any better than this.