The first coherent thought running through Sam's head in the morning was how much the boys loved kicking mommy's bladder. She slowly slipped out of Jack's grasp and made her way to the bathroom.

The week was passing by more slowly than she thought it would, though she knew for Jack it was flying by.It was only Wednesday, and she felt like it was dragging along. Saturday couldn't come fast enough. They didn't have much planned for today. Her father was coming in later that afternoon, but the morning was empty. Jack's parents were going to try to visit Sara and maybe go out for the day.

As she climbed back into bed, Jack shifted to hold her tighter. "Hey," he whispered gently, kissing the nape of her neck.

"Hey." Sam couldn't help but smile. It felt so right to be here with him, the man of her dreams, literally.

"So I was thinking, maybe we could go out today. You know spend all day just the two of us." Jack pushed himself up on his elbows and moved one hand to Sam's stomach.

"Okay. Does this have anything to do with you spending the day with your dad yesterday?" She brought her hand up to cover Jack's.

"Yeah, we smoothed some things out. I had to ask his advice on something."

It took them an hour to find the perfect resteraunt for their breakfast outing. Jack wanted something maybe not quite formal but better than hitting the McDonald's. In the end they picked a small family run restaurant that offered the perfect breakfast spot on their porch. It was pretty empty, Jack guessed they didn't get too much advertising done.

"Jack there's one thing we've never really talked about," Sam said after swallowing a bite of her toast. The morning sickness had gone away after the first five months, leaving extreme hunger in it's wake.

"Yeah, I wanted to tell you about that." He set his fork down on the edge of his plate and cleared his mouth with a sip of coffee. "I want to tell you what happened on Edora, and why I said the things I did." He waited for her to acknowledge what he said. When he was sure she was listening, he continued. "The culture of the Edorans gives them one hundred days mourning their loss. I did that. For one hundred days, I refused to move on, to give up hope. I thought for sure I would be going home well before then. On the night of the one hundredth day, Laira dragged me to the village party. They were celebrating the end of their mourning. She gave me something, some sort of drink. I don't remember anything after that, until the next morning. I was so upset with Laira that she waited until lunch to tell me she had heard something out of the radio I just started screaming at her. I ran to where the 'Gate used to be and Garan started helping me to dig. When you came to bring me home, I had to talk to Laira before I left. I only told her I didn't want to go home because I didn't want to leave things the way we had."

"Jack," Sam said reaching over to his hand. "I forgave you for that a long time ago. Daniel came and told me how bad you felt for the way you walked away from me."

"Yeah well, that situation a couple of weeks later didn't seem to help matters much." Jack paused for a moment, trying to get out what he wanted to say. "You know, I meant what I said that day, just not the way I said it. I guess it was my way of trying to let you know what was going on, but it backfired."

"Is this all that's been bothering you?" Sam asked nervously.

"Yeah, I wanted all that in the open before the wedding." Jack smiled brightly at his future wife across the table. No matter what happened, this week was going to be wonderful.

A/N: Okay this one was short and stupid but i just put it in there for the heck of it. a'ight, thanks y'all.