"Then how do we know who wins the bet?" he whined. She just laughed and shook her head. There was that smile again. The one she'd given him two weeks ago at the wedding. It wasn't just the normal soft smile that he loved. There was something special about it. He couldn't place it… maybe it was just that she was pregnant. He placed a hand on her belly… there was the kick. Maybe that was it. She hugged him and leaned her head on his shoulder.
"Junior doing okay?" he quipped.
"fine as long as you stop reffering to it with the nickname you gave to Tea'lc's symbote." She sighed. "I haven't gained enough weight to bother my back… I just feel big today I guess."
He kissed her.
"Cheesy as it is to say… you feel beautiful to me." He grinned again. The baby kicked under his hand as the elevator stopped. "Can we pleaseeeeeese find out if it's a boy? Or a girl?"
"Jack I don't want to know yet. Anyway, Payton can be used for either sex."
"Well I don't like Payton. I like Fiona for a girl."
"Payton is such a nice name, Jack …Fiona… that's nice too though."
"Well then Payton for nothing cause we aren't going to use it. And Fiona for a girl… Yeah, Sam O'Neill to see Dr. Stewart. Thanks." He added to the receptionist. He perked up at the last name.
"Still can't get over that can you, Jack?"
"Nope. Fiona for a girl and…. Ummm… Jack for a boy." He added with a dismissive wave of his hand. Maybe she wouldn't notice.
"Ha… no. We aren't doing that. There's only one Jack O'Neill." She said sinking into the chair in the waiting room.
"Fine but Fiona for a girl?"
"Maybe." She sighed.
"Maybe meaing yes. Good! I win."
She just laughed and rested her head on his shoulder to wait for the Dr to call them in.