John Doe
Chapter Fifty One
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Jacob led Sam into a empty room, next to the one where she was getting ready in. "You sure you wanna do this, Sammie?" he asked. "I mean, this is Jack we're talking about. He's not the smartest crayon in the box, short tempered, impatient, and grumpy..."
Sam grinned, "No offense dad, but you don't have the best temper either, you patience is ten times worse than his, and you're grumpy and old. But I still love you."
"Yeah, well that's not the same."
"I should hope not." she joked. "But to answer your question, yeah. I'm absolutely positive that this is right for me and come on, I'm only a few years away from the big 4-0... I think I've waited long enough to get married."
He sighed, "I guess I'm just not ready to lose my baby girl so shortly after I found her again."
Feeling tears sting at the backs of her eyelids she stepped forward and hugged him tightly, "You're not going to lose me, dad. If anything, you'll be around more, because of the twins."
"Ah, yes... little Jacob and Janet Carter O'Neill."
Sam laughed, "Don't get your hopes up, dad. I'm not so sure we're even going to name them after anybody. Except, Jack wants our little girl to be named after Janet, and I agree. Jacob Carter O'Neill, though... I don't know."
"Come on, Sam," he said, "Jacob's a good, strong name."
"We'll see."
He frowned, but kissed her on the forehead anyway. "I guess that's a good enough answer for me. Now, I have to do a check up for Jack. No cold feet, right?"
"They're warm and toasty," she promised.
"You don't feel the need to run anywhere?"
"You mean, besides down the isle?"
"Aren't having flashes of all your past boyfriends...?"
She shook her head, "Most of them are dead, anyway."
Jacob nodded, "Good enough for me. I'll let him know, he's kind of nervous."
"He's not getting cold feet, is he?"
The look her father gave her clearly said she was crazy for even thinking it. "Of course not. He's getting ready to marry you."
Rolling her eyes, she hugged him one last time, "Now get out of here before I start to cry and ruin my makeup. And then, Cassie would really come after you. And I don't want that. You've got to walk me down the isle, and it just wouldn't look right if you were limping."
He sighed, "You're probably right. I've got to go get ready anyway, and you need to get into that dress of yours. There's some kind of wedding going on in an hour and a half, you know?"
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Jack was seconds from leaving to go find his soon to be father-in-law, when the man in question came walking through the door. He smiled at the slightly flustered look his daughter's fiancé was wearing, and walked over to him. "She's doing just fine, Jack," he promised. "No cold feet, no urge to run away, and she's not thinking of any of the dead boyfriends."
Giving him a look, Jack asked, "What about the live ones?"
"Them either."
"How's she look?"
"She wasn't dressed yet, Jack. Sorry. You're gonna have to wait to see it, along with the rest of us."
"I've seen it," Daniel piped in, even though everyone of the men in the room already knew so. Jack had already interrogated him to know what it looked like, and the archeologist had told him, in language of the Aztecs. Jack had been none too happy about that.
"Yeah, we know," he sighed, getting up from his chair and pacing the length of the room. "I'm going to go crazy just sitting in here and waiting," he told everybody else. "There's still more than an hour to go and I've got nothing to do..."
"Why don't you go see who all has arrived?" Daniel suggested. "Take Murray with you. Hammond should be here sometime soon." Which, was just another way of telling him to go and check out how the "aliens" were doing with the traditional wedding behavior.
Teal'c was still getting ready, but Bra'tac volunteered to go, that way he could speak with some of the Jaffa that had decided to attend. Among them, Rya'c and Kar'yn. Jack reluctantly agreed to go, knowing that he would be asked a billion questions, but at least it would take his mind off of the short amount of time that was left. The two left the room and headed for the Sanctuary.
"You look nice, Bra'tac," Jack said, as they walked down the halls of the Church. He was wearing a tux, along with a hat to cover his symbol of Apophis. As they walked, Jack briefly wondered how the female Jaffa were to cover up their symbols, or if they even had.
"As do you, O'Neill." the older man replied. "I wish to congratulate you on you marriage to Samantha Carter, she is a fine warrior and a brilliant scientist."
"You got a crush on my fiancée, Bra'tac?" Jack asked, jokingly. The man looked over at him, confused.
"A 'crush', O'Neill?"
Shaking his head, Jack replied, "Never mind. It was a joke. A bad joke."
Bra'tac nodded, obviously he could believe that Jack had simply made a bad joke. "Very well."
"Well, in any case, thank you."
"You are very welcome, O'Neill," Bra'tac informed him as they entered the Sanctuary. The first to notice the two was Hammond, and he left the group of 'out-of-townees' to greet the two men.
"Jack, Bra'tac," he said with a relieved sigh. "Why are you two in here?"
"We just came to check on... everyone." he looked pointedly at the group of aliens. "How goes... they?"
Hammond turned to look at the men and women in question, "They've got a lot of questions about the wedding traditions of the Tau'ri, and they're getting a bit impatient, but other than that, nobody seems suspicious or curious about them at all. Except, Ry'ac and Kar'yn don't have anything to cover their emblem's and they've gotten a few weird looks. But, as far as I can tell, people just assume they're some weird tattoos. Jonas Quinn is, by far, the most normal in this situation. He informed me before I began the explanations that he had already read up on our traditions when he was working under my command at the SGC..."
Jack nodded, that was believable. The man had to tear himself away from the weather channel every now and then. Jonas, who had already noticed Jack and Bra'tac, as well as the three men looking in his direction, got up from his seat and headed in their direction. "General O'Neill," he greeted with a grin, extending his hand. "It's good to see you again."
Shaking his hand, Jack nodded. "You, as well. I know I speak for Sam, as well, when I say that I'm glad you could make it."
"Wouldn't miss it for the world," the man replied. "This is my first Tau'ri wedding."
"I assumed as much."
"How is Sam?" Hammond questioned. "Have you heard?"
"Nah, Jacob went and saw her a little while ago... he let me know she's not going to pull a Julia Roberts on me and run."
The joke seemed to be lost on Bra'tac and Jonas, but Hammond smiled. "Was there ever any doubt?"
"A little, but I guess that's normal," he shrugged. "I'm just ready to get this done and over with. The wait has been killing me."
"Well, you don't have much longer," Jonas said. "There's just a little over an hour now."
Jack sighed, "Well... I'd better go around and greet a few people before heading back to finish getting ready..."
Jonas nodded and returned to his seat, and Bra'tac excused himself to speak with some of the Jaffa. "This has been a long time coming, Jack," Hammond said with a smile. "After all these years... you've got to be relieved that it's finally happening."
"I've never been so relieved in my life, George. I figured she'd get married to some idiot not worth her time years ago. Never in my life would I have guessed I'd end up being that idiot."
"Well, she seems to think you're worth her time."
"Lord only knows why."
Hammond laughed slightly, "I'd better get back to my seat, Jack. Congratulations."
"Thanks, George," Jack replied, heading over to where some of the guests were sitting. This was going to be a long, long hour.
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"Does my hair look alright?" Sam questioned, after staring in the mirror for more than five minutes. "Something doesn't look right to me."
"It's perfect, Samantha," Isabelle told her, for the third time. "Stop worrying, you look amazing."
Standing in front of the large mirror, Sam felt insecure, no matter how many people told her she looked great. She had her dress on, make-up done, hair fixed, and all that was left to do was put on her vale and shoes. "Are you sure?" she asked.
"Positive," Isabelle replied. "Stop worrying so much. Who in their right mind could ever think you didn't look beautiful?"
Sam wanted to tell her that there had definitely been a few times where she had been anything but, however they all consisted of off-world missions and therefore she had to keep it all to herself. Looking over at Cassie, she smiled, now she looked amazing. The dresses she had picked out were simple, a light lilac color, satin, floor-length, and strapless. When given the choice of whether or not to have a shaw all of the women had decided against it. Her hair was curled, with half of it up, and two strands hanging in the front.
Sam looked back in the mirror, and wondered what Jack would think of her own dress. She had looked for more than a week before coming across it, and the moment she had tried it on, she knew it was what she wanted. It had fit her perfectly then, but with months of baby-growth it had to be tailored slightly. But, she thought it was beautiful and hoped he would as well.
"How much longer do we have?" she questioned, looking around the room, though she knew there was no clock on the walls. Andrea pulled out her cell phone, and checked the time.
"Just over half an hour, Sam. Be patient, we leave here in around twenty five minutes."
She sat down in a chair carefully, "That long?"
The others nodded.
Elizabeth, who was growing impatient of all the waiting, was twirling around in her flower girl dress, which was the same color and style as the bridesmaids, only with spaghetti straps. Her hair was packed with baby breath and up in a bun, compliments of her mother. "Auntie Sam?" she questioned, going around in another circle, "What are you naming your babies?"
Looking at the little girl she sighed, "We haven't decided yet, honey."
"Oh, come on," Isabelle said, "you have to have a few ideas."
Tracie decided to join in, "Yeah, we had about five different choices for Liz before we picked hers out. What's on your list?"
"Well, for the little boy, I like Cameron or Nathaniel. Jack likes Aaron and Hayden."
"What about the middle name?" Andrea asked.
"Well, don't tell dad, but we already decided on Jacob."
"Nathaniel Jacob... that sounds the best..."
"Well?" Isabelle asked. "What about the girl? She's gotta have a name, too."
Sam smiled, "We've already decided her name. Grace."
From one seat over, Cassie gasped. "Are you serious?"
The others looked at the huge grin on Sam's face, then the tear-clouded eyes of Cassie, and were fairly confused. "What's wrong with Grace?" Tracie asked.
"Nothing's wrong with it," Cassie assured them. "It was my mom's middle name."
The others got a look of realization on their face, except for Liz, who was still confused. All the adults had known Janet had been Sam's best friend, so it made perfect sense that they would name their daughter after her. "We would have named her Janet, but Airman Wells beat us to that. So we decided that Grace was just as beautiful. Although, we're still fighting over the middle name."
"What are the options?"
"Nichole from me, and Lynne from Jack."
"I like Grace Lynne," Tracie said, causing Sam to frown.
"Yeah, it's pretty..." she agreed.
Tracie smiled at her sister-in-law, "I also said I liked Nathan better. Don't be so greedy."
Sam laughed, "Well... we've still got months to figure it out. But, I mean it guys, you can't tell my dad about it. His head will swell the size of Texas and we'll never be able to get it back down, besides, we want it to be a surprise."
The others nodded. Her secret was safe with them.
For the time being, at least.
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A/N: Gosh, I really need to figure out how to assume things better. Because, so far, I've been wrong in all of my guesses. I thought this story would end at 25 chapters, here I am, over 50 with a lot more to go... and I thought the wedding would have been two chapters ago, and we're still not there yet. Sorry guys. It'll be soon, I know that much! Please review!