She could feel someone watching her. For that matter, someone was holding her. Who the he…?

She opened her eyes quickly. The smiling face of Jack O'Neill came into view. "Hey."

She was somewhat surprised to see him. In her bed. Though, she was slightly comforted to realize that they were both fully clothed. "Hey."

"I guess we fell asleep at the same time."

"I guess."

"So…can I do anything for you?"

She shook her head. "Nope."

"Nothing? I mean, we're both on down time, and…"

"I know."

There was an awkward pause. "So…got any plans?"

"Actually, I was going to go shopping. My clothes…well, they're getting tight."

"Mind if I tag along?"

She looked at him, skeptically. "No…if you really want…"

"Sam." He said, staring at the bedspread as his finger traced lazy circles on it. "This…I…my biggest regret about my life…before the Program was…"

She sat up and placed her hand on his to let him know that she was there.

"I'm…not so good at this…talking thing, am I?"

"You're doing fine." She said, realizing his need to get this burden off of his chest.

"I was never there. I mean, one minute I'm home, and Sara's wearing normal clothes, and then I leave, and when I come back, she's wearing maternity clothes!"

She continued to just sit there, listening to the man who never spoke.

"I think I went to one, maybe two, doctor appointments." His voice lowered to a barely audible whisper. "I came back from Iraq to find Sara with a three-week-old Charlie."

"Oh my gosh." She said, shocked.

"Sam, I don't want to do that again. I mean, I'm confused…but I don't want to let you down the way I let Sara down. If you need me, I'm here. Honestly, if it were up to me, I'd go to every doctor's appointment, I'd fix up the nursery, I'd be here for midnight cravings and foot rubs and back rubs…I'd be there when this baby is born, but…" He took a deep breath, running his hand through his hair. "If you don't want me around that much, I understand. I mean, we barely know each other and…"

"What are you saying?" Sam asked, her heart pounding with emotions and feelings that she couldn't describe.

"Sam, regardless of what the Pentagon says, I want to try to see if 'us' will work." He began. Suddenly, she felt her stomach bubble a little bit as if warning her that it was about to erupt.

"Maybe it will, and maybe it won't. And it's not just because of the baby…I…well, the truth is that if you and I hadn't been in the same chain of command when we met, I would have probably asked you to dinner right there."

"Uh, Jack…" She said, turning green.

He didn't stop. "You…you've done something to me that…I wasn't sure could ever happen again."

She bolted from the bed to the bathroom, barely reaching it before she started to gag. She felt a hand set itself tentatively on her back before it began tracing circles on her back. She managed to expel some of the bile in her stomach, and she leaned over the toilet bowl, breathing heavily. "This is the thing I hate the most." She said, to the contents of her stomach.

Jack simply placed a cold washcloth on the back of her neck and then up to her face. She turned to look at him, and he shrugged. Then, he handed her the washcloth and she washed her mouth. "Thanks."

He helped her up and she went to the sink. She reached for her toothbrush and toothpaste.

"Listen, next time you disagree with my opinion, you don't have to get sick…" He said, half-joking.

She smiled at him, despite the fact that she still had the toothbrush in her mouth.

"Look, I know this is weird, but…"

She rinsed her mouth and spit the suds from the toothpaste into the sink before she interrupted him. "But we're going to have a baby. Together."

"Yeah."

She looked up at him after putting her toothpaste and toothbrush away, hands on her hips. "I don't want to hear any complaining." She said, sternly. "Because you asked for it." She said, a teasing smile on her face.

She walked into her closet, leaving a confused Jack behind. "What? I asked for what?"