A/n well this story certainly doesn't seem to be ending quickly. Hope you're still enjoying it!
She hated the flu. After waking up at 3am and sprinting from the comfortable arms of her fiancé to the cold tile floor in front of her toilet, Sam proceeded to try and expel her toes through her throat. Jack had followed her in the bathroom, and between heaving she had yelled at him to get out.
So now, he was talking soothingly through the bathroom door to her trying to reassure her that it was ok for him to see her sick. She finally let him in, and once the nausea passed they climbed into the shower to try and make her feel a little better. It was while in here she started crying.
"I'm sorry I ruined this." She sobbed, laying her head in his shoulder, feeling the water fall around her.
"What are you talking about, you didn't ruin anything."
"Our weekend—you know the romantic, never climb out of bed, newly engaged sex-capade weekend."
A small chuckle was the response.
She continued, "I don't think you should make breakfast anymore."
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It was three days later, when she still couldn't keep food down that they finally took her in to see Dr. Lam.
After the regular check-up and blood work, Carolyn finally called them into her office.
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"Jack, Sam, please sit down."
"Thanks, Carolyn—have you figured out what's wrong with me?"
"Yes, Sam, I know the cause of this." Thinking back to the discussion they had while checking her symptoms Carolyn decided to crack a joke. "I'm afraid that there isn't going to be a good not-sick time in the near future for you two to announce your engagement."
A look of shock crossed both their faces, and Jack jumped to conclusions.
"Is she that sick Doc? Like dying or just a really bad bug? What is it?"
"Well, she's certainly not dying." She chuckled internally at the relief that passed over Jack's face as Sam sat in her chair and came to the correct conclusion. Suddenly putting her hand over her stomach she looked hopefully up at the doctor. Carolyn just nodded her head.
When Jack saw Sam start crying he tried to comfort her. Still not understanding what was going on, he just kneeled beside her and clutched her knees.
"Sam, what is it? What the hell is going on?" There was a slight panic in his voice now.
Her answer was a shuddering breath and a whisper of, "It's Grace."
Still confused, he sat for a moment just staring at her, then she grabbed his hand and placed it over her stomach, and said again, "It's Grace."
His eyes went wide with shock as the realization dawned on him. She was pregnant.
A/N Ok, so--I'm debating which way to take this. The shipper side of me screams happy ending, baby, family... but the-for lack of a better word- 'operatic' side of me is screaming angst, sadness but with a slightly tragic ending. So, since I could really go either way at this point, I'm getting your opinion... Even if you don't want to write a whole review- just hit the little button and put T-for the tragic side, and S for the Shippy side... get your votes in now. Polls will be closing midnight on friday...