A/N: Guess what? The eight people who reviewed...well, seven of them as one didn't leave an email or even a name...got this chapter TWO DAYS AGO. That's right! I was dead serious when I said people who reviewed were getting the story while those of you who don't SUFFER.

It was official. There was no more denying the fact that with three nannies Kristie O'Connor was bored out of her mind. She had nothing to do with her days but shop or help Thor and any other Asgard in orbit around Earth with a problem on their respective ships. Since the Asgard were currently working on finding the answer to their cloning problem using samples of Kris's children's blood, they weren't around Earth much.

"I need a hobby," she said to the empty living room in front of her. Camilla was out back with the boys, playing in the new sandbox Jeff had assembled for them. Barbara had the girls in the playroom, just having fun doing 'girl stuff'…and, of course, Justin was busy making homemade German chocolate cake with chocolate cream cheese frosting (again homemade). The house was clean, there were no Asgard in orbit and Jeff was off-world. There was literally nothing for Kris to do.

"Maybe I should buy a camera…or a set of paints…I think I'll stick with the camera." As she got up to go inform her three very efficient nannies that she was leaving to go find the perfect camera, the phone rang.

"O'Connor's residence," she said into the receiver.

"Hey, Kristie? It's Sam, I was just talking with the OB/GYN about a date to meet the specialist for the in-vitro. Is this Thursday at 1330 hours okay with you?"

"That's fine, Sam. It's going to be at the SGC, right?"

"Yep, Jack wants to cause as little suspicion as possible."

Kris snorted at the wording, "Yeah, that's Jack all right. Suspicion from the reporters that there's something wrong with either of us – that's what it is Sam. Anyway, I should let you get back to work, see you Thursday."

"Bye, see you Thursday. Tell the kids I said hi and I love them."

"I will, bye."

Kris hung up the phone and sighed, she had four children of her own and was now planning on giving birth to one or two more so her uncle and aunt could feel the same joy she felt whenever she saw them. She was just so saddened that Sam couldn't have the children herself. She knew that Jack and Sam would want that if at all possible…but wait…didn't the Asgard have gene manipulation technology that could reverse birth defects? Would they be willing to give it a shot?

Sam looked at herself in the floor length mirror in her bedroom. She was in a dark blue dress that hugged her figure perfectly as far as Jack was concerned. The dark material went down to mid-thigh, showing off her 'never ending legs' as Jack loved to call them. Her husband was taking her out to dinner, at one of the best restaurants in Colorado. It was a daring move, because of the constant bombardment of reporters that liked to stalk the leaders of the SGC. Only rarely would the couple dare to venture out of their house for a night on the town. There were some crazy people out there that still thought of the original SG-1 as terrorists and the aggressors in the war against the Goa'uld that was only so recently ended.

"Sam?" Jack called from down the hall, "You ready yet? Our reservation is in half an hour. We need to move it, woman!"

The wife of the man currently hollering for her to hurry up, quickly slipped into her fancy sandals that went with the dress and were made for easy removal (backless). She slowly sauntered down the hall, toward the living room, taking her sweet time about getting from point A to point B.

"Ready, Jack."

Jack looked his wife up and down appreciatively. He knew how beautiful she was, but tonight the rest of the world was going to see it as well. "Wow, Sam, you look amazing."

She smiled daintily, "So do you, handsome. Now, come on, let's go eat. I'm hungry."

The Brig. General laughed heartily at his wife's comment. "You've spent way too much time around me, Sam."

She grinned before kissing him soundly, "But aren't you glad that I do? We are married after all."

"Yes, yes, I'm very happy that you content yourself to spend your days with an old, beat up soldier like me. Very happy indeed."

Dinner started out a little rough. It turned out that Julia Donavan and her fiancé, Howard Smith. Sam and Jack's table ended up being right next to theirs, causing Howard to want his fiancée to introduce him to the 'celebrities'.

Julia was a little hesitant to do so, but when Howard threatened to just get up and introduce himself, she complied with the outrageous request. "Hello, Generals. Fancy seeing the two of you here," Julia said politely as the couple approached the table.

Jack fought back a grimace at the sight of the reporter. From what had happened on the Prometheus followed by what had happened with Thor and that Alec guy, Julia was just a small rung higher than scientists in Jack's mind.

Sam noticed her husband's reluctance to answer and smiled warmly at the couple before them, "Hello, Julia. Actually, this is one of our favorite restaurants. We come here whenever we feel like braving the public to go out to dinner."

Howard was in shock, "You two are married?"

Jack's brow furrowed, "Our wedding was televised." He looked up blankly at Julia, "Wasn't that part of our deal with you?"

The woman nodded, "It was, General O'Neill. Howard, you watched the footage with me six months ago. I can't believe you don't remember." Just remembering she didn't introduce him to Sam and Jack she added, "Oh, I'm so sorry, Sam, General O'Neill. This is my fiancé, Howard Smith. Howard, this is General Jack O'Neill and his wife, General Samantha O'Neill."

Howard was ecstatic, to say the least and spent the next fifteen minutes asking the most random question to Sam and Jack about the Asgard, the Stargate and their colleagues.

"I'm really sorry, Mr. Smith," Sam said with as much politeness as she could muster, "But we can't answer questions like that."

The lawyer was thoroughly confused, "You can't tell me if the Asgard go to the bathroom?"

Jack sighed sarcastically, "It's in the treaty. We don't discuss their 'genetic dispositions' – isn't that the way it's phrased? – and they let us live."

"Oh, well, have a nice night." Julia shepherded Howard away as the waiter brought Sam and Jack their meals.

Sam looked at her husband carefully as he started to cut up his steak. "Genetic dispositions?"

"No good?"

"It needs some work." She took a bite of her pasta, relishing the taste before adding, "And it was physical abilities, Jack."

"D'oh!"

A/N: The next chapter isn't written. BUT I may find the time in my busy schedual to write it and post it if I get LOTS AND LOTS of reviews for this chapter. Minimum of fifteen before I post again.