A/N: Ok, I have to be the world's most idiotic writer. I wrote this chapter days ago and now that I go to post it, what do I do? I delete it. (sigh) Anyways, I am rewriting the beginning of the last chapter, as it was pretty bad...
BookWorm37: (gasps) Oh No! Fan Fiction must have malfunctioned!
Jess O'Neill-SGC: (clears throat) well, yeah, especially me. I admit it- I love boy/girl twins! However, how do you know it's only twins? (smiles evilly)
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Previously on Stargate SG-1...
She twisted around to look him in the eye. "Can I go fishing today?"
"Sure!"
"But... tell me the truth"
He looked into her eyes. "I will" he promised.
"Is there any fish in your lake?"
His laughter rang throughout the cabin.
And now... the continuation!
Samantha Carter looked over at her sleeping husband and smiled. He looked so boyish curled up into a ball. Easing herself out of bed, she hurried into the bathroom and then went into the kitchen.
Half an hour later...
Jack yawned and stretched. "Mornin' Sam," he began sitting up. He blinked and sniffed. Smoke? "Sam?" he called again hurrying out of his bedroom. "Sam?"
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Carter stared at her pole with disgust. Jack had told her fish were more active in the morning but... She cocked her head. Did someone call her?
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Jack quickly checked the bathroom. Nope. His dread increased as each room turned out to be empty. "SAM!"
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Sam set her pole down and headed towards the house reluctantly.
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He grabbed the first piece of clothing he saw and wrapped it around his mouth. He grabbed the fire extinguisher and plunged into the kitchen. The thick smoke made it difficult to see but as he got closer to the stove, he stumbled over something. "Sam?" he whispered.
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Sam entered the house and promptly began coughing. "Jack?" she stumbled into the kitchen. "Jack?" she saw a figure hurry through the smoke. "Jack!"
He walked out slowly holding a plate that contained two very charred… something's… "Sam?" he asked slowly, "What happened?"
She opened her mouth then closed it. "Uhh…"
"I thought you were in there! Do you have any idea what I-"
"Don't you yell at me Jack O'Neill!" She shot back, "I'm not your wife yet!
He dropped the plate. "Oh Sam, I was so worried."
She looked up into his face. "Me too"
They held each other until Jack realized she was crying. "Sam, what's wrong?" he asked pushing her hair away from her face.
She sniffed. "I burnt breakfast!"
He smiled. "It's ok."
She sighed, "How come I can't cook? Mom could."
"Sam, I love you the way you are and-"
With a squeal, she pushed past him and dashed out the door. Before the startled Jack could protest, she jumped into the lake.
"Are you CRAZY?" He yelled following her out.
She showed him her fishing pole.
"Sam, the water is like… freezing! I would have bought you a new pole."
She laughed and held it up. A little bass dangled off her hook.
"I caught the only fish in your pond!"
"Carter!" he cried exasperated, "It's about the ACT of fishing, not about getting fish!"
"You're just jealous 'cause I caught the only one in that pond!"
He laughed.
Two hours later…
Jack quickly repented laughing. He soon found out pregnant women weren't as easy to reason with. Cleaning the kitchen had provided him with something to do. That evil woman- she took his Simpson's DVD collection, the fishing poles, the beer, his game boy… He looked around the kitchen.
"Good job Jack." Carter admitted from the doorway.
He looked up hopefully, "Hey Sam."
She plunked his case of beer on the counter. "I'm sorry, I don't know what came-"
He laughed. "Sam, it's ok, honest."
"Really?"
"Yep."
"Good."
"Why?" He asked curiously.
"Because, I was thinking…"
"What?"
"I was thinking if we had boys we could call them Matthew and Joseph… Matt and Joe you know."
He shuddered. "Eck Sam."
"Charles? William? Peter?"
"No to all three."
She sighed. "Come on, William O'Neill…"
"What about Timothy?" he suggested.
"Jack! Timmy O'Neill?"
"So?"
She rolled her eyes. "No!"
"Dean? Don? Thor? George?"
She giggled, "I like Thor…"
He looked up alarmed; "Sam, I was jok-" he stopped. "Ha ha, very funny!"
She yawned. "I'm hungry."
"Pizza boy is on his way."
She nodded. "Wake me up when he gets here," she began heading to the door.
Ding-dong
Jack laughed. "Oh Sam… your pizza is here…"
She shrugged, "Pay him and bring it to our room…" She said suggestively.
"Yes ma'am" he said with a mock salute and opened the door. His jaw dropped.
"You?"
"Greetings O'Neill."
I know, it's shorter then usual!
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