John Doe

Chapter Thirty Three

Disclaimer: Well... no. They're not my property.

A/N: Nah, no twins in this story. Sorry. Although, I have read that older women have a higher chance of having twins... just a piece of trivia. (I'm a twin... but my mom was 22 when she had me. :)) That's just another piece of trivia.

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They only had to wait two days for the test results to come back, and confirm what they already knew. Sam was, indeed, pregnant, and from the time line that Jack and Sam had given them they estimated that the baby would be born sometime late March, or early April. By the time the end of September rolled around, and she entered into her second trimester, they would be able to do an ultrasound, in order to find out the sex of the infant, if they so choose to.

Which, seemed like a likely thing for them to do, since neither was letting up on their decisions. Sam still stated that they were having a little boy, and Jack was stubborn in his view that she was carrying a baby girl. Daniel and Cassie were on Jack's side, but Teal'c had decided that Sam was the correct one. When Sam had called General Hammond to give him the good news he sided with Jack, and her father had yet to return contact, some sort of important Tok'ra mission.

So, for the time being Jack was in the lead, with more people siding with him. That thought always made Sam crack a smile, because Jack had turned their disagreement into a 'guess the baby's sex correctly' contest, and thus far she was losing. He had yet to inform her what she would have to do if she ended up being wrong, but she was sure he hadn't even thought of anything. It was their child's gender they were talking about, anyway, not some game. Not that she minded the competition, on the contrary, she found it quite amusing. No matter that only one person agreed with her about the sex of their child. She was going to have a boy, she just knew it.

Although, she would have no arguments with a beautiful baby girl. Even if it did mean being wrong while Jack was smugly right. Which, she knew that should she have a daughter, he would rub it in her face until the end of time, if only for the sole reason that he could. It really wasn't every day he was the correct one between the two of them, unless it involved big, honkin' space guns, of course. With those he was always right.

The sound of her heavy, metal lab door sliding open caught her attention, breaking her musings, and she looked to the source of the distraction, smiling when she saw who it was. "Shouldn't you be off doing paperwork?" she asked.

He scowled, although not at all seriously, and raised an eyebrow in true Teal'c fashion. "That's, 'shouldn't you be off doing paperwork, Sir' to you, Colonel."

"Oh," she replied, putting on her best hurt look. "I'm sorry, Sir."

With a shrug he sat down on one of the chairs sitting in front of her desk. "As long as you're sorry about it..."

A grin spread across her face and she set the battery she had been working on down, "Is there something I can help you with, General O'Neill?"

"Yup," he said, nodding. "You can accompany me to dinner."

Dinner? Already? She looked at her watch, surprised when the time read 1954, was it really that late? Wow.

"I think I can spare a few minutes," she told him. "Just you and me?"

"Nah," he replied. "T and Danny are waiting for us in the commissary."

Oh, joy. Recently, when the four of them got together the only thing they ended up talking about was the baby. And, depending on which person was doing the talking, how it was going to be a girl, or how she was most definitely carrying a boy. "This sounds like a tag-team match to me, sir."

Jack only shrugged again. It probably would end up being something like that, but he hadn't planned it that way... Ok, so maybe the thought had crossed his mind, once. But, it never really turned into a full-fledged plan. Besides, when it came to arguing Teal'c and Sam did a much better job than he ever could, even with Daniel's help. He had only set himself up for a losing battle.

"Come on," he told her, holding out his hand for her. "They're waiting on us."

She snorted, reaching out and grabbing his hand. "Teal'c waits for nobody, when it comes to food."

Well... that was true. "Ok... Danny's waiting for us."

Sam grinned and slipped her arm around his waist, "Now that I can believe."

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Sam was surprised, to say the least. Instead of getting into a match about who was right, and who was wrong, Daniel and Jack decided to spit out all the theories and myths of pregnancy. Much to Teal'c and Sam's amusement. Sam because she knew how bogus each and every one of them were (she had already gotten on the internet and looked all of them up, anyway) and Teal'c because it just added to his conclusion that the Tau'ri were a very strange race.

"Her face does look a bit rounder," Daniel suggested. "Rosy, too. So, that means you're carrying a girl, Sam."

Which caused her to scowl. "My face is not rounder."

"I don't know, Sam," Jack added. "It looks a bit round to me."

Sam glanced over at Teal'c, who looked totally lost. "Does my face look round to you, Teal'c?"

"Indeed, it does not," he told her, wondering how on earth the roundness of her face proved that she was carrying a daughter.

"Thank you," she said with a smug grin.

"You're carrying a bit high, too." Jack told her in all seriousness, "So you know what that means."

"I'm not even showing yet!" she retorted. "I won't be for months."

Jack shrugged, "Then maybe you should lay off the bread."

Even Daniel had to snicker at that comment, but Sam was ready with her reply. "You know, Jack, I think maybe you're putting on some weight, too. You know they say that if the father gains weight along with the mother, they're having a boy."

It was Jack's turn to scowl. He was not gaining weight.

"I do not understand these methods," Teal'c confessed. "How do they prove what gender Colonel Carter's baby will be?"

"It's my baby, too," Jack told him, still scowling.

"They're just myths, Teal'c. There's not one shred of evidence behind them, they're only for fun."

"And the sake of an argument," Daniel added.

Sam nodded. If Jack was in on the conversation than that was pretty much the truth.

"We've still got a bunch of methods to try out at home," he said with a shrug. "There's the Draino method, the ring test, and you know the Chinese Lunar Calender say's you're gonna have a girl."

Daniel gave him a confused look, "Alright... I know the ring test and the Lunar Calender, but the Draino method."

"Oh," Jack replied, "it's not that hard. You see, you get about two tablespoons of crystal Draino and then two to three ounces of–"

"Jack," Sam cut him off, "not while we're eating." Of course, she already knew what else you needed for that particular method, and how you could tell through the results, and it wasn't something she wanted to think about when she was having dinner. "Maybe later."

He shrugged, not at all concerned about his friends eating habits. "Sure."

"Good," she replied, taking a sip of her water.

Daniel gave her an odd look, then shrugged. "I still say you're face is rounder, though."

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"Ok," Jack asked, "you ready?"

"You sure this is going to work?" she asked, looking over at him. "I mean, it's an engagement ring, not a wedding ring."

"There's nothing in the rules that says it can't be an engagement ring," he smiled. "Now, pay attention."

"Fine," she told him, "go ahead."

With the confirmation from his fiancee, Jack dropped the ring that was in his hand, holding firmly to the string that was attached to it. It bounced a few times, due to the change in inertia, then rocked side to side... or, did it go around in a circle?

"Ha!" Jack called, watching the ring closely. "You see that, it's going from one side, to the other."

Sam shook her head, staring at the ring that was dangling only a few inches from her bare stomach. "No... I clearly saw it go in a circular pattern."

"You are so lying," he accused. "That clearly went from side to side."

She shook her head, "I think your eyes are playing tricks on you, old man. It went in a circle."

He scowled, "Well... the draino test already said we're having a girl, and so did the Lunar Calender."

"And, now this one is telling you otherwise." she pointed out. The ring had gone in a circle, after all. She had seen it plain as day. "Not to mention the fact that my face is certainly not rounder!" Which was true, as well. Sam had spent nearly ten minutes in the bathroom making sure that her face was just as none-rounded as it had been the month prior.

"Yeah, yeah," he mumbled. "Whatever."

Sam grabbed the ring from where it stood still above her stomach and undid the string that was attached to it, before she placed it back on her finger. "They're only silly myths, anyway."

"Sure," he said with a slight drawl. "Myths..."

"Oh, so I take it you believe that because the Chinese Lunar Calender says I'm having a daughter, then there's no way I could be carrying a son?"

He nodded.

"Well, then you're just gonna have to take that up with your little swimmers, because I'm having a boy." she told him as she got off of the bed, heading for the living room.

Jack scowled, she always brought that up! Just because it was up to the male to decided the sex didn't mean it would be his fault if they were having a boy. Well, ok... maybe it did mean that. But, he didn't have to hear it every day, nor did he have to acknowledge it when he did.

"We'll see about that," he called after her with a huff.

That ring had gone from side to side, there was no way she could have seen it otherwise. They were having a daughter.

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It only took him five minutes of sulking in their bedroom before he followed her into the living room. She was sitting down on the floor in front of the coffee table, which was cluttered with various papers and samples. With a small grin he sat behind her on the couch, resting his hands on her shoulders and massaging them gently. She melted into the caress and ignored her planning for a few blissful seconds. He had no idea how good that felt.

A minute or so later he stopped, kissing her on the spot where her neck met her shoulder, causing her to shiver. "How's the planning coming?"

She groaned, it wasn't coming at all. Who ever knew weddings were so much work?

"I say we just elope."

"And risk your father coming after me?" Jack asked, shocked. "Never."

"We can tell him it was my idea... so I wouldn't have any added stress. That's bad for the baby, you know."

Jack grinned, "Then let me help you."

"You? Plan a wedding? Are you serious?"

"Of course I'm serious," he replied. "I've done this before, remember?"

"You and Sarah went to the court house," she reminded him. "So, no. You haven't done this before."

Well, that was true. "But, that doesn't mean I can't help you."

Also true. "Alright," she patted the space directly next to her. "Sit here and help."

He did as he was told, and sat down on the floor next to her. "Alright, so... what are we doing first?"

"Bridesmaids and groomsmen." That was the easiest thing, anyway.

"Daniel and Teal'c." he replied, immediately.

Well duh. Of course they would his groomsmen. "Only two?"

"What about bridesmaids?" he questioned, putting her in the hot seat.

"Well, Cassie's my maid of honor. And, then there's Mark's wife, Tracie..."

Yeah... he already knew that. "Only two?"

She scowled. "I don't have a lot of time for friends, you know. And, it's not like there's a bunch of women running around at the SGC, anyway. Most of them are nurses or doctors, who I only see when I'm hurt. Then, add the five women on the many SGC teams, who I never see because they're always off-world, or I am, and that doesn't leave me with many females to socialize with."

"Oh, come on," he said. "You've gotta gossip a bit while you're in the locker room."

"Jack, the last thing I'm concerned about when I'm in the locker room is gossip. I'm normally do good to even get done with my shower and changing before I have to be at the debriefing, or the infirmary for my post-mission check up."

Good point. "Ok... so, maybe there aren't very many options for either of us."

"You could always ask Hammond, or Jonas."

"I'm sure Jonas would," he told her. "But, I'm not so sure about Hammond. He doesn't seem like the type to be in weddings, rather the type to watch the wedding."

She had to agree with him, "But, it's always an honor to ask."

"Ok, then who else are you going to ask?"

Good question. If only she had an answer. "...I'll think of something."

She was a genius anyway, and this was only a wedding.

How hard could it be?

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A/N: So, I realize that all the tests and myths are really dumb, but I thought it would be cute to see Jack and Sam in that kind of situation. I'm not even close to being old enough to even think about having kids, but I'd like to think when I do get pregnant I'll do all those meaningless tests...