Sam walked down the halls toward the locker room where she would change from her relatively cute maternity street clothes to her not so cute maternity uniform. As she was off the mission rotation, General Hammond had suggested that she, like Dr. Fraiser and himself and a number of the Gate technicians, wear dress blues every day. Unlike Jack, she didn't detest them, so she had agreed. After all, wearing the dress blues lessened the urge to dial up a random planet and walk through the Stargate just for kicks.

However, the dress blues did have a down-side. She was a great deal less comfortable in them than she was in her street-clothes. Then again, if one's skin felt stretched, and one had a hard time feeling comfortable in one's own body, it would be hard to feel truly comfortable in just about anything. And she was only five and a half months pregnant!

"Hey, gorgeous!" Jack said, catching up to her and placing his arms around her expanding waist.

"Jack!" She reprimanded, blushing.

"What?"

She didn't answer, but instead kept walking toward the locker room.

"Hammond has something he wanted me to tell you." Jack said, opening the door to the locker room for her. He was about to step in when she placed a finger on his chest to stop him. "You're not coming in. This is the women's locker room."

"Sam, you're the only one in there! And if you're choosing to be modest now, it's a little late, hon!" He said, waggling his eyebrows.

She tried to look menacingly at him, but ultimately, she caved. Who else could have resisted the damn puppy dog look? "Fine! But only because you have an important message from General Hammond."

"Message…" He said, pretending like he had forgotten it. "From Hammond…"

He tried to walk in, but she stopped him again, and he put one hand on his chest as though he were a knight and he was pledging allegiance to his lady. "My lady, thou enchantest me so that I lose even the thought which proceedeth my words."

She laughed and pulled on his sleeve. "Get in here!"

He leaned in to kiss her. "We've got a VIP suite."

"What?" She asked, pulling away from him in surprise.

"Okay, I wasn't expecting that reaction…" He said, to himself, as he returned to his upright position. "He thought it would be more comfortable for you. That way, I can be there and hold you at night, and you'll have a bigger, better mattress."

Tears welled up in her eyes, unbidden, as she contemplated the thoughtfulness of the gesture. "That's so sweet!"

"Except…there's a trade-off." Jack said, somewhat disappointed.

"Okay…" She prompted, tears drying on her cheeks in suspense.

"Hammond doesn't want any…funny business on the base."

She laughed and pulled him in for the kiss she had pulled away from. "I love you, ya know that?"

"It's a good thing." He said, huskily. "Because I love you too."

Before he could kiss her again, she held up one finger. "Ah, ah, ah…no funny business, remember?"

He raised an eyebrow, seductively. "There was a reason you chose the locker room to present yourself in that sweet little tank top number…" He said, gathering her into her arms. "There are no cameras in the locker room…"