A/N: Okay i'm sure most of you already know this but as i've come across ppl who don't have a clue im just gonna say Seamus is pronounced "Shaymuss". yeah i have a friend who kept saying "seemus" so yeah.

Sam awoke to the bright sun beaming into the bedroom window, a bedroom that was now becoming easily familiar. It had been two weeks since they'd returned from her brother's and she hadn't been by her place since. Although, truth be told, there was no need for her to. Her lease had run out after she'd been gone for three months and the guys, who had been keeping up with her bills up to that point, couldn't afford to renew it. They had moved most of her things to Jack's. What couldn't fit there, they put into storage.

Now, waking up next to the man she loved, she realized she wouldn't want it any other way. That and that she really had to go. She cautiously climbed out of the bed, careful not to wake the sleeping form next to her and made her way to the master bath, thankfully connected right to his, their bedroom.

"Sam?" she heard him call out sleepily. She hadn't bothered closing the door, otherwise she never would have heard him.

"Yeah?"

"Just checkin'." She laughed. He'd been doing that every time she woke up before him. It was a little paranoid if you asked her, but she knew he was just afraid she'd run out again. She found it somewhat comforting that he would miss her so much, but at the same time it was a little disconcerting. She felt like he didn't trust her anymore. Then again, what had she done to deserve his trust lately.

Sam made her way back to bed and laid down next to Jack, facing him. She knew he like to watch her for a bit in the mornings. He'd done it when they were off world too. It had always made her feel comfortable, protected, but she would never tell him that. Or anyone else for that matter. She was Soldier Sam, she didn't need protecting.

"Good morning," she said softly, rubbing his cheek with her fingertips.

"Good morning, to you, too," he replied as he gently laid a kiss on her forehead. "How's my beautiful wife-to-be and our two little guys this morning?" He scootched down in the bed so he was by Sam's stomach and he kissed his sons good morning.

"They've been playing soccer with my bladder all morning." Sam smiled down at him, her heart leaping as she heard the word 'wife'.

"Oh, unh-uh. No boys of mine are gonna be grass fairies. O'Neill's are hockey players through and through." Pulling himself back up to Sam, he smiled, thinking of their children. He wondered what they would look like, what their personalities would be like. He hoped they would be like Sam, smart, funny, lovable, nothing like him. Well, maybe if they had his build. He'd gotten a close look at Mark, and while Jacob was no little guy, the Carters weren't exactly the largest built family. They would get creamed on the ice.

Sam suddenly jolted up in the bed, leaning against the headboard. "Jack, you know what today is?" Her fear was visible in her eyes as she ran her fingers over her stomach.

"Yeah, Monday. Speaking of which, I have a briefing in an hour. And you have an appointment with Dr. Fraiser as soon as the briefing is over." Jack sat up and gave her a quick kiss before heading to the shower.

As he peeled his shirt off his upper body, he felt Sam enter the room and approach him from behind. She wrapped her arms around his waist and scraped her fingernails up to his chest. Her cool breath sent shivers down his back as it wafted gently over his neck.

She placed a soft kiss between his shoulder blades, running her hands up and down his tight abs. They may not have been washboard, six pack, or even a three pack, but they were strong enough for her. She'd spent hours watching him workout on base. He had already started the shower water, the steam rising up surrounding them.

She slowly let her hands roam downwards, her fingers trailing in the waistband of his boxers. Casually, she let her fingers hook as she moved her hands around to his butt, giving it a quick squeeze. She pulled the boxers with, sliding her hands around and down his inner thighs. The hitch in his breathing was enough to send her around him to his front.

"Sam..." His voice cracked with the moan escaping his lips. He pulled her close and pressed a bruising kiss to her lips, his arousal pressing into her stomach. Their height difference became painfully obvious with the intrusion of her obviously pregnant figure. "Sam," he said again as he parted her night shirt and placed a soft kiss to her clavicle. As he pulled the soft cotton off her small frame he kissed each inch of exposed skin.

He opened the shower curtain and grasped Sam, placing her under the steaming stream of water. She'd never taken such a wonderful shower, especially now that she could do it with the man she loved.

"I love you Samantha." Jack turned her to face him and gently kissed her, letting the water pour down around them.

They finished up their shower, washing each other down sensually. Jack stepped out first, holding out his hand for Sam to take. He toweled her off, and followed her into the bedroom.

"Jack," Sam started, looking at him as she pulled her shirt over her head. "We have to pick up your parents today." She started fidgeting and quickly yanked her large maternity pants on.

"Don't worry, we're picking them up together." Jack smiled at her, zipping up his jeans and sitting on the edge of the bed.

"Can't I just come home and you can go get them?" she pleaded. Her puppy dog look needed work if she was trying to pull it this time.

"No. Please, they need time to get to know you, and they can't escape if we're all in the truck. Seamus and his family are driving in on Thursday, he called last night after you went to bed." He finished tying his shoes and grabbed his wallet and keys off the dresser. "Let's go, the briefing should only take a few minutes."

A/N: Okay next chapter when i feel like it, nowhen i get a chance please r and r.!