Sam sat back in the infirmary bed relaxed that things were finally going their way. It was Christmas day, and they were finally back together. She watched Jack as he sat on the stool, his feet jiggling uncontrollably and then stood up again, pacing the room. He looked like a trapped tiger, the thought making her laugh.

"Jack, will you calm down? It'll be alright. All the tests from this morning showed that everything's going just fine," she soothed him. She was nervous, of course, with this being her first ultrasound, but she'd also had six months to get used to the idea. Jack had just been told he was going to be a father again yesterday, and it hadn't quite sunk in yet.

It was amazing they had even made it to the base today. The storm from the night before had trapped everybody at Jack's house for the night, with nobody expecting to leave until at least the next afternoon. Jack, Sam, and Janet had taken Jack's truck with it's handy dandy four wheel drive up to the mountain that morning to check on Sam, and the baby.

"I know, Sam. I guess I'm mostly really excited. A baby!" He came over to stand next to her and took her hand in his. "So, you thought about it at all? What do you want, boy or girl?" he asked excitedly.

"Healthy," she seriously answered him. She laughed at the rapid fire of his questions. She had never known Jack O'Neill to talk so much in his life as he had the past twenty four hours.

"Yeah, me too," he softly answered back. He kissed her forehead, and held her tight as they waited for Janet. He clung to her like he was afraid he would lose her again if he let go. "Thank you," he whispered into her hair as he sat on the bed next to her.

"For what?"

"You, us, everything, our baby. You've made me almost the happiest man alive." His eyes glistened slightly under the dim light of the cement room.

"What would make you the happiest man alive?" Sam slowly asked. She was afraid she had failed him in some small way that would drive a wedge in their newly formed relationship. She had waited years for their chance together, though this wasn't exactly how she imagined it starting out.

"The day I marry you," he told her sweetly, rubbing the third finger of her left hand where her engagement ring now rested. "Do you want to get married before or after the baby is born?" He was leaving the decision up to her as it would be her life affected the most by her decision. He would follow her to the ends of the Earth to ensure she was happy, he didn't want her doing something she would regret.

"I would love before, because I don't know how crazy it will be afterwards." Sam confessed quietly. She wanted him to be happy, but a marriage within the next few months when they hadn't ever really dated was going to be hard to pull off.

"Then we'll do before," Jack smiled down at her. He loved the way she thought everything to death, as annoying as it could be at times.

Just then Janet walked in and set Sam's chart down on the counter. "We ready to see your little guy in there?" she directed at the grinning parents. At their nods, she looked at Sam. "This is going to be cold, but it won't hurt the baby, or you."

Sam nodded and started to unbutton her jeans to pull them low enough to give Janet room to examine her. Jack leaned forward and lifted her shirt to the bottom of her ribs. His touch was gentle as he brushed her stomach. The small smile that graced his lips made Sam's eyes light up with joy.

Janet squeezed the transducer gel over Sam's stomach and pressed the wand gently over it, moving it around until the sensor picked up the small form of the tiny being nestled in the warmth of it's mother. Sam looked from her stomach to the screen and back to her stomach again. It finally hit home, it was all real. She was having a baby.

"Will ya look at that?" Jack smiled pointing at the screen. It had been a long time, but he remembered how to read the ultrasound. He was pointing to the face of the child on the screen.

"What am I looking at?" Sam asked confused. She had never seen an ultrasound before and couldn't make out the image that was displayed.

"That's your baby's head," Janet told her with a smile. "I'm just going to move around here, check the limbs, make sure it's healthy. Do you want to know the sex?" Janet looked between the expectant parents for an answer. They glanced at each other and nodded.

"What's that sound, Doc?" Jack's voice hitched with the unexpressed fear he felt deep inside. The heartbeat that should have normally been associated with a baby at six months, sounded abnormally fast and irregular.

Janet moved the wand around to the other side of Sam's stomach, watching the image on the screen. Jack kept his eyes on her face and squeezed Sam's hand gently in comfort. When Janet's eyes widened so did Jack's and his head immediately shot to the monitor. His breath caught in his throat at the sight before him.

"Jack? Jack, what's wrong?" Sam wasn't going to disguise the fear in her voice. Not when her child was involved.

"Oh, God, Baby, nothing's wrong, nothing at all," Jack replied smiling down at his beautiful fiancée.

"Colonel, I wouldn't speak too soon." Janet looked up at him and back down to Sam, the concern expressed fully on her face. "There's an irregularity in the second heartbeat. We'll have to do more tests, but it's enough to keep you here overnight, just for observation. Would you still like to know the sexes?"

Sam's eyes rested on her stomach, her free hand rubbing her side. She could feel her babies moving around with each other, kicking and squirming. Babies... not just one. They were going to have twins. After six months of getting used to the idea of having a baby, she was finding out they were going to have two, and now, what? They were finding out that one of their children was sick?

"Oh, God," Sam broke down. Tears streamed down her face as she clung to Jack, gripping his shirt with all her might.

"Sshh, Sam, Baby. It'll be okay. We'll get through this, together," Jack whispered into her ear, soothingly. He stroked her hair in comfort, as much for himself as it was for her. He couldn't bear to lose another child, but there was no way he was going to pull away this time. He'd made that mistake once before, and it had cost him all he held dear, he wasn't going to make it again. He loved this woman, and their children, and he would be there for them all, even if the one didn't make it.

"Both children are boys." Jack's head whipped up to look at the screen. A sad grin spread across his face at the realization that one of their boys was in trouble.

Suddenly an idea popped into his head. The Tok'ra, Jacob was in town until later that day, then he'd beheading to San Diego for a few days. Surely when he got back he could try the healing device. Irregular heartbeat, just a murmur, right?

"Sam, your dad could use the healing device when he gets back from Mark's, right?" he asked excitedly.

"I'm not sure, but he'd know details. Jack, I was supposed to go with him to Mark's tonight." Sam dropped her head back on the pillow in frustration.

"Sam, wait a few hours for some of the test results to come back, we might know more then. In the meantime, rest here and Jack can call your father and fill him in. I'm going to take some blood samples, run as many tests as I can. This might have something to do with the naquada in your blood." Janet readied the syringes while Jack ran quickly to the nearest phone.

A/N: Okay, so i don't know maybe i'll give you more tonight, i guess i'll just see how far i get in my other story.