Warning: This chapter contains sexual situations, nothing graphic.
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Sam was incredibly uncomfortable. She and Jack had been driving in his truck for hours. They had decided it would be best to drive to Minnesota instead of fly because of how far along Sam was. However, with the horrible heartburn, and chronic back pain the whole trip, Sam was starting to regret their decision.
The last few weeks went by very fast and with Sam modifying the weapon to use against Anubis' Kull Warriors, her and Jack's relationship was, once again, put on the back burner. Which was starting to get very frustrating for Sam.
She knew there was nothing they could do about it but, she was feeling fat and unattractive and really wanted to have sex. They had already professed their love for each other and she really wanted to take that next step. Her whole body was craving the physical intimacy that can only be achieved by making love. It was getting to the point where Jack's touches and kisses were feeling more like teases.
Shortly after passing a small town that Sam thought looked exactly like the towns that were always in old black and white movies (that is until she saw the Super Walmart), they turned off the main road and on to a two path driveway.
Sam looked around at the hundreds of trees on each side of the driveway and realized Jack's parents lived in the middle of a forest. 'Hmm, no wonder he always seems so outdoorsy,' she thought to herself as they came into a large clearing.
In the middle of the clearing was a huge, beautiful log house. Sam immediately thought it looked very much like a bed and breakfast inn she had been to years before. The two-path led right to the garage, but Sam noticed several cars parked all over the clearing.
Jack pulled off the path and parked in an open spot in the clearing, next to the woods.
"We're here," he said softly, after turning off the engine and looking over at Sam.
"Thank God!" Sam moaned. "I have to get out and stretch."
Jack jumped out of his truck and ran over to help Sam out, there were ferns as high as his truck door on Sam's side, so he had to stomp them down with his feet before opening the door.
As soon as they came back around the truck, Jack took Sam's hand and squeezed it gently. "Ready?" he asked softly.
Sam swallowed the nervous lump in her throat. "Yeah."
Just then, a young boy who looked to be about 12, came into view. "Hey, Uncle Jack! Long time no see!" he exclaimed, walking up to Sam and Jack, bouncing a football in his hands.
"Hey, Eric. Man, you've grown. What's your mom feeding you?" Jack asked the young boy.
"Too many vegetables and not enough junk food!" the boy answered with a classic O'Neill cocky grin.
"Well, I'll have to have one of those big brother talks with her," Jack told him, grinning and ruffling his hair playfully. "Eric, I want you to meet Sam," Jack said, pulling Sam closer to him.
"Hi, Sam," the boy said jubilantly. "You're really pretty!"
"Thank-you. It's nice to meet you," Sam replied.
Jack's nephew smiled up at them and then, hearing his name being called from some other kids in the woods, waved 'bye' and headed off in that direction.
"Whose is he?" Sam asked, watching the boy run off with a smile on her face. The kid was darn cute.
"He's Rebecca's youngest. Come on, it looks like we've been spotted," Jack said, while pulling Sam towards the house.
Sam looked in the direction she was being led and noticed a group of people coming out of the house. The nervous lump returned to her throat.
Sam spotted Jack's dad immediately. He was taller than everyone else so he stuck out quite obviously. He looked like he was, at least, one or two inches taller than Jack. He was thin, but not as thin as Jack, and had a head full of white hair. Sam could tell Jack looked a lot like his father, even from a distance. But, as they came closer, Sam was surprised to see bright blue eyes the color of the sky, instead of the deep, dark brown eyes she's used to.
Sam's eyes, then fell on a short woman walking next to Jack's dad. Sam was shocked when she took in who was obviously Jack's mom. She looked nothing like Sam pictured.
Instead of the tall, masculine woman, she was expecting Jack's mom to be, was a short, small woman with dark brown eyes, long gray hair, pulled back in a braid and dark skin, darker than Jack's. Sam guessed she was about 5'5", not too short in it's own right, but quite short when standing next to a great, big Irish man standing at a good 6'5".
"Oh, Samantha dear, you are just positively glowing!" The woman exclaimed, with a huge smile on her face as she approached Jack and Sam.
Before Sam knew what was happening, the small woman had pulled her into an affectionate hug. "Oh, it is so good to finally meet you dear! You don't know how long this old lady's been waiting for this day," Jack's mom pulled back and then reached down and stroked Sam's protruding belly. "Hello there, little one. I'm your Nana," she said to Sam's stomach while still rubbing it.
Sam, who was a little surprised over the woman's affectionate attack, just stood there smiling.
"It's very nice to meet you, Mrs. O'Neill," Sam said, when the woman finally pulled away from her stomach.
"Oh, sweetie, please don't call me Mrs. O'Neill. Please, call me mom."
Sam looked at the woman uncomfortably. A look that the older woman recognized immediately. "Or you can call me Maggie. Until you get to know me a little better and feel comfortable calling me mom," she said, smiling, understandably at Sam.
"Thank-you," Sam said softly, still smiling at the lovely woman.
Jack introduced Sam to the swarm of people gathered around them. "Sam, this is my dad, Charles." Sam smiled up at the man and shook his hand. He had a very affectionate smile and Sam liked him immediately. "This is Robert and his wife Monica." Robert was just as tall as Jack, but, he had his dad's fair complexion, blonde hair with wisps of white through it, and blue eyes.
Monica was tall and slightly pudgy with short dark hair and a happy face. Sam thought she looked like a very nice person.
"This is Rebecca and her husband, Tom." Jack said, pointing to the couple next to Robert. Rebecca was very much a mixture of her mom and dad. She was the same height as her mom and had her mother's dark complexion. But, everything else was her dad. She had her dad's bright, blue eyes and long blonde hair, the contrast with the dark skin making her look absolutely stunning. Tom was Sam's height and, although he was quite bald, was quite handsome.
The rest of Jack's siblings hadn't arrived yet, so after making introductions, Jack helped usher Sam into the awaiting house. Sam was amazed by the beauty inside the home. It was obvious Jack's parents had wonderful taste.
Jack took Sam on a tour of the house, explaining the function of each room, sarcastically. 'Like she didn't know what a kitchen or bathroom was used for!' Walking into a small room at the back of the house, Jack turned to Sam. "This is my mother's sewing room. She can spend hours in here, making anything from new drapes to a new dress," Jack announced. "Don't be surprised if she's already made two or three things for Gracie."
Sam smiled. Looking around the room, Sam noticed all of the Native American pictures and pottery in the room. Putting two and two together, Sam looked at Jack. "Your mom's Native American?"
"Yeah," Jack answered, not at all surprised that Sam noticed. "Her great-great grandma was from the Potawatomi tribe. She was married to a white man just before the government moved them all to the west of the Mississippi. She was able to spend her whole life in Illinois."
"Is your mom from Illinois?" Sam asked, curious about Jack's family.
"Yeah. She and my dad met during World War II. My dad was in a ground patrol unit and my mom was a nurse. They got married shortly after the war ended. My dad stayed in the Army for a few years afterwards. While he was finishing up his service, my mom was living in Chicago with her parents. That's where I was born. When I was a few years old, my dad finally got out and moved us all here."
"Wow! I always wondered why you had a tan all year long," Sam said, grinning at Jack.
"What? It's so diluted now. I have like .001percent Indian. I've got way more Irish blood."
"Still, it's enough to give you that great skin," she replied, reaching over and rubbing Jack's forearm.
Jack just grinned and pulled her into a hug. "Wanna see my room?" he asked.
"Oh yeah," she exclaimed, teasingly.
It was obvious Jack's parents didn't change a thing in Jack's room since he left home. There were hockey trophies, sports posters, a chess board and all sorts of old worn-out athletic equipment all over Jack's room.
Sam had a huge grin on her face as she took in the vintage room. "This is great!" She said, laughing as she picked up a framed picture of Jack when he was about 10. All dressed up in his pee-wee hockey uniform. "Look how cute you were!"
"Please, Sam. I'm wearing a hockey uniform. I'm supposed to look threatening, not cute," Jack announced, snatching the picture out of Sam's hands and setting it back down on the shelf.
"Jackie, Samantha! Carolyn and James just arrived. Come on down," came Maggie's voice from downstairs.
"Oh great," Jack said, distastefully.
"Is she really that bad?" Sam asked, a little worried about meeting Jack's so-called snobby sister.
"Oh yeah! She's like an ice-queen. She could give Niirti a run for her money. And, whatever you do, don't call James, Jimmy, Jim, Jimbo….nothing but James. She goes ballistic. She named him James and that is what he is to be called," Jack finished, in a high-pitched voice, mocking his sister. With that, they left the serenity of Jack's old bedroom and headed downstairs.
"Carolyn," Jack said icily as they approached a woman surrounded by Jack's parents.
She was taller than Sam and had long, dark hair. Her eyes were identical to Jack's,
minus the warmth that radiated from his. She was dressed very elegantly, but there was just something about her that reminded Sam of 'Cruella DeVille'.
"Jonathon," she replied, just as icily.
"Hey, Jimbo! What's up?" Jack said merrily to the young man standing next to his mother.
"Hello, Uncle Jack. How are you?" the boy answered politely, and smiled at his uncle.
"Do not talk to him, James, if he cannot call you by your given name," Carolyn cooly said to her son.
The boy looked apologetically towards Jack, who just shrugged and replied. "Well, it's good to see you haven't changed, Carolyn, stick still up your ass and all."
Sam, surprised by Jack's comeback to the rude woman, tried hard to keep a straight face, but, unable to hide it, a smile erupted.
Carolyn rolled her eyes at Jack, and after spotting Sam's smile, gave her a dirty look. "So, what, Jonathon, couldn't get anyone your own age, so you had to rob the cradle."
"DON'T YOU DARE BE RUDE TO SAM!" he yelled at his sister, very angrily.
"Ooh, touchy, touchy. She must have you pretty whipped," Carolyn said, not even phased at her brother's anger. She then turned, scoffed, and left the room.
"Bitch, Jack muttered in her wake.
Sam, knowing his sister's comment about their age difference upset him, wrapped him in a hug. "You were right, she could give Niirti a run for her money."
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Before long, the rest of Jack' family arrived and Sam was thrown into a merry family reunion. Sam soon found out that all of Jack's sisters talked just as much as Lizzie and she was, once again, feeling like her head was going to explode from so much information. Even Jack's nieces were non-stop talkers!
By 2100, Sam was feeling the effects of the long day and started yawning, uncontrollably. Jack, noticing Sam's outburst of yawns, told everyone good-night and then led Sam up to his bedroom.
"I love your family, Jack," Sam said, when they were finally alone in the bedroom.
"Yeah, they're alright. I'm glad you like them," he said warmly, standing nervously at the door. "Uh, you want me to leave so you can change?"
"No, why would I?" Sam asked, quietly.
"Uh," was all Jack got out. Sam had, after pulling her pajamas out of her bag, pulled her shirt off over her head and was unclasping her bra.
"Sam! What are you doing?" Jack croaked out.
"Changing," Sam answered, a confused look on her face.
"Right in front of me!" Jack shrieked, an embarrassed look on his face.
Sam stopped and looked at Jack. She was topless, her breasts on full display in front of him. "Jack, you've already kissed almost every inch of skin on my body, does it really matter if I change in front of you?"
"Yes!" he squealed.
"Why?"
"Because, Sam!…………. Seeing you undress in front of me is a..a….major turn-on."
"What?" Sam laughed, completely surprised at Jack's confession.
"You heard me," he said, advancing on her. "You…undressing in front of me….is totally hot."
Sam laughed. "Prove it," she dared him with a seductive look.
"Ooh. That, Major, can be arranged," he growled while thrusting himself against her.
"Hmm," she moaned, as he leaned down and started sucking on her neck. "Jack, please," she hissed.
"What?" Jack quietly asked, pulling away and looking at Sam, a perplexed look on his face. He thought she was asking him to stop and was confused and worried that he might be rushing her.
Sam looked up at him, her cheeks rosy and a complete look of lust on her face. "Make love to me, Jack…..Please," she purred, her voice desperate as she looked in Jack's deep, passionate eyes.
Jack didn't have to be asked twice, and, with an equally lustful look on his face, he greedily captured Sam's lips while his hands explored her body, removing the rest of her clothing along the way.
Once all clothes were removed, Jack gently led her over to the bed. Even 8 months pregnant, Sam's naked body was a sight Jack could look at forever. He once again, trailed his hands and lips over every inch of Sam's body.
Memorizing every mole, birth mark and scar. This time, they were not interrupted, and they passionately made love for the first time. It was slow and sweet and everything Sam's body had been yearning for months. They came together, crying each others name in a whirlwind of passion. It was everything Sam dreamed of for 7 long years, it was perfect. Collapsed in each other's arms, Sam looked at Jack and whispered, "Thank you."
Jack kissed her on the forehead. "No, no. Thank you. I just made love to the hottest woman in the galaxy on the bed I had my first wet dream in," Jack replied, smirking.
"Ewww! Way too much information. I really hope these are clean sheets," Sam exclaimed, laughing at Jack's grotesque comment and swatting him on his bare chest.
Jack pulled her on top of him and captured her lips once again. "Well, they were clean, can't say as they are anymore," he grinned and started another slow assault on Sam's body.
After making love for a second time that evening, they fell asleep in each others arms, blissfully exhausted. In the seven years they had known each other, Sam and Jack had imagined a thousand different places they could make love for the first time. However, Jack's childhood bed had never crossed either of their minds, and yet, in the room Jack grew up in, their first night of love-making was absolutely everything they ever dreamed it would be.
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The rest of the weekend was wonderful. Sam got to know all of Jack's family very well. Some of Jack's older nephews developed crushes on her, while his nieces idolized her. Jack's brother Patrick, who really did look almost exactly like Jack, kept hitting on her, claiming he was a better man than Jack. And, even Carolyn said a few nice things about Sam.
As much as Carolyn and Jack hated each other, Carolyn was still impressed with Sam being so successful in a man's career. Something Carolyn, as an attorney, could understand and admire.
And so, on Monday morning, Sam cried right along with the other O'Neill women as she and Jack loaded back up in his truck and started their long journey home.
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