A/N: Bec - Almost done, only two more chapters!
Arwen sat on the edge of her bathtub, shocked and confused. This wasn't possible! She'd had a shot and it hadn't been three months. The stupid stick was wrong.
Against her will, her hand reached down to cradle her womb and Daniel's child growing within. She pictured a little blond boy with blue eyes that could see to the depths of her soul toddling toward her. Dear, god! I'm pregnant. How am I going to tell my parents?
She called the infirmary and made an appointment for the next morning with the doctor. Even as she tried to come to terms with the shock, she knew two things: one, she was thrilled, two, she wasn't going to tell Daniel. She didn't want to complicate his life and she knew he'd feel obligated to take care of her. She wasn't going to mess up his happiness with Sam just because Mother Nature had slipped one over on her.
She knew the rumor mill at SGC would have a field day with this! She turns up pregnant after being alone with Dr. Jackson for almost three months. She'd have to make up something to protect him. There was no way on Earth this was going to ruin his life.
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Dr. Brightman confirmed the pregnancy diagnosis. She even performed a sonogram and Arwen got the see a little peanut-like thing that was her child. Everything looked good, but because she'd gone through the gate about the time of conception, the doctor wanted to treat the pregnancy somewhat like a high-risk pregnancy. More frequent exams and less stress. Less stress? As opposed to what? Her life had never been low stress; she thrived on challenge and problem solving.
The infirmary wasn't set up for pregnancy, so Dr. Brightman arranged for her to been seen at the Academy hospital, but she wanted her to deliver on base – she was a high security risk and who knew what she'd say during childbirth.
This wasn't exactly the picture she'd had in her mind of childbirth. She'd pictured having her husband and her parents around. Now she had no husband, and her parents wouldn't be allowed on base. She had to do this alone. She knew she'd just gotten a glimpse of how hard it was going to be to raise a child alone.
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The next six months passed quietly. Arwen worked with Daniel well and they managed to keep things on an impersonal level. When people had begun to notice her pregnancy and asked about the father – fully believing it was Daniel – she'd told them a story about running into an old boyfriend while she'd been in California after her rescue.
Daniel was busy with his work, both on base and with SG1. He only saw her once or twice a week when they met to discuss work and he tried to keep from looking at her. It hurt too much.
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Arwen was walking over to pull a book off a shelf when Daniel came through the door carrying a couple of folders and a cup of coffee. She turned her head to greet him and saw him stop in bewilderment, folders sliding from his grip and coffee cup following to crash on the floor, flavoring the papers.
"You're pregnant!"
Arwen looked down at her swollen belly in mock shock. "My, god, you're right! How did that happen?"
Daniel blanched and swayed a bit.
"I'm sorry, Daniel. I had no idea you didn't know." Arwen moved quickly toward him, afraid he would topple over. "My father is always getting after me about my sarcastic mouth."
Daniel's eye scanned the room frantically, as if searching for escape. He fled, slamming and locking the connecting door after him.