Wednesday night found Sam was digging in her closet for something to wear to dinner at Maria Watley's house. "Dad, what are we supposed to wear to dinner tonight?" She called.
"Business casual." He replied from the other room
Sam looked up, surprised. "She said that?"
"Sam!"
"Sorry." She called back.
She grabbed a few of the clothes hanging in her closet and started hastily going through them. Under her breath, Jack could hear her saying, "No. No. No. No." This pattern continued rather quickly, only about one second between each 'no' until he walked up to her and placed his hands around her waist.
"Hey. Relax."
She took a deep breath. "Sorry. I just…my dad's stressing me out about this…"
"I know." He said, an amused smile on his face. "But this is your dad's first date in a long time. He's probably just a little nervous."
"Jack, you didn't date much before you and I started dating, and you weren't half as nervous as he is."
"Oh…don't be fooled. You didn't get the behind-the-scenes footage."
"Okay, you were more nervous than you let on…but were you ever THIS nervous?"
He looked over at the door, as if seeing Jacob on the other side of it, "Not quite." He said, trying to look like he'd been more confident.
She laughed and took the hangar holding her khaki pants out of her closet. She started to undress and tried to put the pants on, but they wouldn't button, and she looked quizzically at them. She moved in front of the mirror and stood profile to it, studying her figure.
"Something wrong?" Jack asked, watching the interesting actions of his wife.
"My pants don't fit…"
"Well," Jack began hesitantly. "You are pregnant."
"I know…but…" She tried again to button the pants to no avail. "I didn't gain this much weight this early with the other two."
Jack wisely kept his mouth shut.
"Oh well…" She said, taking the pants off. "I'll just wear the denim jumper that I got when I was first expecting Grace. It doesn't look like a maternity dress…" She pulled it on and stood in front of the mirror. "Jack…"
"Yes?"
"Give me your honest opinion…"
Those words never bode well for a man, he had learned.
"About what?"
"Does this dress make me look fat?"
Dun dun dun…he thought. He started sweating a little…oh boy…the right answer…that would be…
The doorbell rang and Jack was almost instantly at the door. Saved by the bell, he thought. And just in time…
"That's probably Danny and Teal'c. I should get that."
She nodded, still standing in front of the mirror, hand flattening the material covering her stomach, trying to determine how much weight she had gained and whether or not the dress would be flattering at this stage of her pregnancy.