John Doe

Chapter Forty One

Disclaimer: I think I'm just going to stop doing this... you guys all know by now.

A/N: Oh no, I'm not done yet! Trust me, I'll let you know when the story is over. Either it will say so in the summary or I'll write 'The End' down at the end, and even then things are not set into stone. I do epilogues a lot... and although I've never had a sequel to a long-term story, who knows?

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"Flight 32 to Colorado Springs now boarding."

Sam sighed and stood up from her uncomfortable plastic airport chair. Her brother stood up as well and they smiled sadly at each other before Mark pulled his sister into a firm hug, "I'll miss you sis," he told her, giving her a gentle squeeze.

"It's only going to be about a month, Mark..." she reminded him with a soft chuckle, not yet letting him go. "I think you'll manage without me."

He laughed and finally allowed her out of the embrace, "It was good to see you, Sam."

She nodded with a smile and kissed him lightly on the cheek, before turning around and picking up her nephew, who was still fairly light for his age. "Are you going to be a good boy for mommy and daddy?"

Joshua nodded furiously, "Of course!"

"Good," she kissed him on the forehead and set him down, before kneeling in front of her niece, who was older and too big to be picked up. "I'll see you next month, Lizzie."

"And I get to be a flower girl?"

A smile spread across her face, "Yeah, you get to be the flower girl."

Elizabeth grinned and hugged her aunt, and when Sam stood back up the young girl walked over to Jack and held up her arms. Obviously, she was too big to be picked up by Sam, or any other woman for that matter, but Jack was perfectly fine. He smiled and picked her up, grimacing as his knees protested the movement. Sam couldn't make out what they were saying, but she didn't care, it looked too darn cute. She was hardly more than three months pregnant and already she couldn't wait until her children were older.

A few moments later Jack was forced to put her down, old bones and such. The nine year old didn't show sings of being disappointed and went directly to her grandfather, hugging him tightly, although she didn't ask to be held, although Jacob was in a much better position to do so than Jack, having Selmac with him. The little girl didn't know this, however, and her father had told her that her grandpa was in no condition to be holding her or anybody else.

After saying their last goodbyes for the time being; Jack, Sam, and Jacob boarded the plane and took their seats, Jack giving up the window to Jacob (Selmac really, Jacob could have cared less to look out the thing) so that he could sit next to Sam. "See, Jack," Sam pointed out, then looked at her father, "you too dad. Mark wasn't completely horrible this weekend. In fact, he was refreshingly nice and careful. He wants me to be happy so he's behaving."

"That makes me feel a lot better," Jack said with a sigh. "So he doesn't like me, but he's just not going to be vocal about it?"

"He likes you Jack," she assured him. "It's just going to take some time for him to like the fact that you are going to be my husband and the father of my children."

"I'm already the father of your children."

"You know what I mean."

He grinned and kissed her on the cheek, "I'm not worried any more Sam. I had fun this weekend."

She smiled warmly and took hold of his hand, waiting for the plane to take off so she could get some rest. Three months into her pregnancy and she was already starting to feel tired more often. It probably had a lot to do with the fact that she was carrying twins, that had to take more out of the mother than just a single child would. Understanding that she was exhausted he held onto her hand comfortingly, running his thumb over her soft skin. As the plane lurched forward, she simply closed her eyes, fighting off the nausea the sudden movement caused, and held on to his hand. Within moments after the ride turned smooth she was sleeping, her head resting on his shoulder.

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A week later

"Jack have you seen the invitation list?" Sam yelled towards the living room as she searched through the drawers in the kitchen.

"It's on the table!" he yelled back, too busy with his own planning to get up and help her search. Not that she needed it after that point, however, because as soon as he had answered she laid eyes on the piece of paper she had been desperately looking for. Sitting down at the table she grabbed the box of invitations, "Aren't you going to help me with this Jack?" she questioned, turning to face the kitchen door.

"I'll be in there in just a second," he called out. "I've got to finish this order form."

Ah, the tux thing. They had gotten tuxes for everybody, sans Teal'c. The man was extremely difficult to find one for, and they eventually had to order from Big & Tall. It would take at least four days for it to be shipped to Colorado Springs and he had to finish the paperwork for it first. And Jack hated paperwork. But for Teal'c he would do anything.

A few minutes later he came into the kitchen and sat down next to her at the table, "I really don't have the best writing..."

"I know," she told him with a smile. "You're not writing anything, Jack. I am. I just wanted you in here with me."

He grinned, "If everyone at the base only knew how big a sap you were..."

"How would they find out?" she questioned, her eyebrow climbing up her forehead in true Teal'c fashion. "You're not going to tell them and if anybody does, I can just blame the hormones. I've got a lot of them right now, you know?" She shrugged, "Plus, you're just as big a sap, if not bigger, than I am. I wonder what Walter would think if he knew The General can't even let his fiancé go waist-deep into the ocean because he's worried about her."

Jack scowled half-seriously and picked up a card, looking at it. "It's not very decorated," he observed. True enough, the front simply had wedding bells on it, and the inside had the "You are invited to the wedding of General Jack O'Neill and Colonel Samantha Carter", followed by the date and times and RSVP.

"You picked it out," she reminded him with a smile. "I like them, though. Complex isn't always a good thing, you know."

She turned back to her invitation writing, "We haven't decided where we're going for our honeymoon."

"Somewhere warm... with no trees."

Sam grinned, "Hawaii, Bahamas, Tahiti?"

"Where do you want to go?"

"Well, it would probably be best to just go to Hawaii, the tickets would be much cheaper."

"Hawaii sounds good. What part?"

"Honolulu..."

"...Right..."

A bubble of laughter escaped her throat and she leaned over the table and kissed him briefly, "God I love you so much."

He smiled, "I still cannot fathom why."

"I'm a bit baffled by it myself," she joked with a grin. "Seriously though, Jack... I don't think I have ever been happier before."

"Honestly, neither have I."

Their sentimental moment was broken by a wince appearing on Sam's face. He knew immediately what it was, having seen it for many weeks, one– or both– of the babies was kicking. "Are you alright?" he questioned, getting out of his chair and going over to hers. "Do you want to go lay down or something?"

She nodded, holding on to her stomach. "Yeah... I think maybe I should for a few minutes. Just on the couch, though."

"Alright," he helped her out of the chair and into the living room where she laid down on the couch, once again wincing in pain. "Do you want anything?" he questioned, laying his hand on her stomach gently. "Something to drink or... I don't know, anything?"

Sam shook her head, "No, they'll stop soon enough."

He sighed, and gentle ran his hand along her stomach, and she smiled briefly. "Does this help?"

Another nod, "Very much so. Thanks."

"No problem," he grinned, then looked down at her stomach. "You guys think you can give mom a break for a while? You'll have plenty of time to torment her when out of the womb. Until then, she's the one who feeds you and unless you want nothing but salad for the next 5 months or so, I'd be nice."

Sam laughed, "It's not like I'm going to be eating pizza if they calm down."

He shrugged, "So..."

"I wouldn't only eat salad."

"I know."

"Maybe sandwiches, too."

A grin tugged at the corners of his mouth, "I figured as much."

Another sigh escaped her lips and she leaned against the pillows of the couch, her eyes closing for a moment. Jack continued to rub her stomach until her breathing evened out, a sure sign that she had fallen asleep. He leaned forward and kissed her on the forehead briefly, before returning to the kitchen to work on the wedding plans some more. She needed her rest, after having spent the entire week slaving over some new doohickey in her office. As far as he knew, she had only slept when he physically forced her into her quarters or home. And well, when they were at home they didn't sleep much.

Almost two hours later she walked back into the kitchen, yawning and running her hands through her messy hair. "How long have I been asleep?" she questioned, taking her original seat at the table and picking up the card she had been working on when the kids had started acting up.

"About two hours," he replied, finishing his paperwork and looking at her with a smile. "Did they finally stop?"

"Must have," she observed, laying her hand on her stomach. "I think they're finally asleep."

"It's kind of late..."

"It's 2200."

"That's late." she defended herself with a smile.

"Yeah... sure."

"Aren't old people supposed to go to bed at like 9?" she questioned.

"Some of them might..."

"Then isn't it past your bedtime?"

"Hey, you're just making fun of yourself there, I'm your fiancé. You're in love with a old person."

"And I wouldn't have it any other way."

"Good answer."

She rolled her eyes and picked out another card, "How many people are on our guest list?"

"200 I think."

"Really?" she questioned in surprise, looking at her stack of maybe twenty cards. "How many of them don't live on earth and ergo won't require a card?"

"About thirty."

She scowled and checked off the next name on her list, "How many of them are Tok'ra?"

"...Just dad I think..."

Sam smiled, that didn't really surprise her. "Well... there's a lot of Jaffa. And then Jonas and some others from Kelowna. Not to mention the many different human or humanoid cultures we've come in contact with..."

"Not that many can make it to the wedding Sam. They have lives on their planets... Earth isn't the center of the galaxy, you know."

With a roll of her eyes she picked out the next card, which was to be addressed to Mark. "So... we didn't invite Anise then, huh?"

"Not unless you want her to come."

An evil grin spread across her face. Sure, the woman was an Ali, but that didn't mean Sam had to like her. She (Freya really) had made a pass at Jack, and although she hadn't been his fiancé– or even his girlfriend– at the time, it still got to her. "We could always sit her next to Daniel..."

Jack laughed, "It's up to you, Sam."

She shrugged, "Means one more gift."

"I wonder what the Tok'ra would give us," he mused. "Maybe we can grow our own network of crystal tunnels under the house and send the kids down there when the older to play..."

Sam gave him a curious look, "And why would we do that?"

"Oh... I don't know... they might want a little brother or sister at some point."

"That's what Cassie, Daniel, and Teal'c are for."

"...True..."

"It was a cool idea though."

She shook her head, "Those tunnels could be dangerous."

"Hey, with you as a mother they're gonna be the smartest kids in the world. Add in my looks and they're gonna be pretty much perfect."

"Sure they are," Sam said sarcastically.

"Are you making fun of me?"

"Of course not."

He smiled, "Good."

She coughed and under her breath muttered, "Grandpa."

"What?"

Sam looked up at him, putting her best innocent face on, "Huh?"

"You said something."

"I said 'huh'."

"Before that."

"Of course not?"

"After that."

Sam shook her head, "I didn't say anything, dear."

"Yeah... sure."

Sam laid her hand on his thigh, "You are by far the sexiest forty nine year old I have ever met."

"I don't believe you."

"Oh?"

"Wanna prove it?"

A knowing smile tugged at the corners of her mouth as she gave up the invitation writing, "Come on, old man. It's time for you to go to bed." She stood up from the table and headed off down the hallway, Jack not far behind.