For the next few weeks, Sam and Jack enjoyed their new roles as "husband and wife." Now, while they weren't technically married by Earth's standards, there wasn't really a lot they could do about the logistics.

Sam discovered a few of the seeds that several of the women in the village had stored for future use. She got Jack to help her prepare a garden in the yard near the cottage that they had taken as their own, and she began planting the seeds, and carefully caring for the garden, as she would have cared for a child: having a very basic idea of what to do with her seeds, and really just trying to learn by trial and error.

Meanwhile, they kept trying to have their own child. Sam had learned as a young woman how to tie a quilt and some basic elements of sewing, so she tried her hand at practicing for the time when she would actually be preparing for the arrival of her firstborn. She grew more and more excited with each passing day, wondering if she was pregnant and if she wasn't, when she would be. However, while her excitement grew more and more intense, she was also more prone to being disappointed when her period came and rather brutally informed her that she was not pregnant.

On the other hand, as all of her emotions began to roller coaster, Jack calmly kept helping her around the house with her chores, and going off on short trips to go fishing. It had taken him and Sara a year and a half before they had gotten Charlie, and so, he wasn't going to let it really affect him. But in reality, he was scared stiff. He had known a little about parenting from his years with Charlie, but now, he was on a new planet, with a whole new set of circumstances, and it was just as good as starting off with afresh.

It had been nearly six months since their initial entrapment on Edora, and they had very nearly given up all thought of a rescue mission. So, they studied the particulars of the climate, weather, and survival that they would need for future years.

One morning, as the weather began getting a little colder in preparation for the planet's winter months, Jack awoke, not the appealing smell of coffee and sight of his beautiful wife, but to two arms around his waist, and the self-same wife, spooning up against him. Now, he didn't mind this at all, but…it just wasn't like Sam to sleep in past the time that the sun was up. He tried to move so as not to wake her, but he needn't have been so cautious. She was out, and not even one of the meteors that they had experienced six months before would have awoken her.

Jack decided to get out of bed and start fixing breakfast. Since it was just the two of them, they hadn't worried about the stigmas of each household chore, and often interchanged their responsibilities. Jack started the fire and put the coffee in the pot. Then, he reached for the bread that Sam had made the day before and began slicing it. Suddenly, an idea came to mind. He gathered a couple of the eggs he had gathered from the chicken-like creatures that had run around the cottage. They had noticed after a few weeks on the planet that the creatures that had populated the area around the town square had sensed the meteor shower and found ways to stay safe. So, every once in a while, Jack would kill one of the chickens and Sam would cook it for dinner. He reached for the milk that they had placed in the ice box that both he and Sam had constructed a few weeks prior. He gathered a bowl and a frying pan and he chuckled to himself. She would never see it coming.

He made French Toast, and as he did so, he noticed that Sam did not even stir. He placed the fare onto a plate and took it to the bed. He nudged her awake. "Sam?"

"Yeah?" She asked, sleepily.

"Breakfast." He said, briefly sending the plate toward her.

She propped herself up on her elbow, still casting the sleep from her mind. "French Toast?"

He smiled proudly. "Yep. Made it myself."

She laid back against the pillow, smiling drowsily. "Good for you."

"So, what's the plan today?"

She took a deep breath, as if by doing so, she was taking inventory of all the things that needed to be taken care of that day.

"Can we just spend the day together?" She asked, taking Jack by surprise. "I mean, you've never taken me fishing in the whole time that we've been here."

Jack considered her request. "Okay."

She smiled. "Great."

"But I don't have an extra pole."

"I don't actually have to fish. I just…I want to spend some time with you."

Jack gave a slight smile at the change in demeanor. One of the first signs that Sara had been pregnant was her change in sleeping habits and her almost sudden reluctance to let him leave. "Sam…how are things?"

She looked at him, and could catch his meaning by the twinkle in his eyes. She did some calculations, and looked at him with wide eyes. "I'm two weeks late."

Jack grinned while the reality of the possibility occurred to her. "I…I might be…"

Instantly, Jack was more somber. "Sam…let's not count our chickens before they hatch. I mean…this might just be a fluke."

She took a deep breath and nodded. But then, Jack smiled again. Most of the pregnant women that he had known had been unable to stand the smell of coffee a few weeks into their pregnancies. It had been too pungent a smell.

"Sam, would you like coffee with this?"

She nodded, sitting up in the bed and taking the plate from him. The cup of steaming coffee was placed in her hands, and she inhaled the aroma. "Thanks, Jack."

There was no reaction. Somehow, he felt let down. He didn't want to admit that he was just as excited about being a father again, as she was excited about being a first time mother, but…if he was perfectly honest, he was just as disappointed every time they realized that it would be at least another month before they were on their road to parenthood. "Well, the fish get up earlier than we do, so…get dressed. I'll get the stuff to go out to the boat."

She nodded, taking another few bites. When her stomach rolled a few times in disagreement, she told herself that it was just because she wanted to get pregnant so badly that she was experiencing a touch of morning sickness. She figured that after a few days, she would go back to feeling more like herself.

They went down to the creek where Jack got into the boat and helped her in. She sat and he rowed them down a little ways where they stopped in the middle of the larger pool. Almost immediately, they caught three fish, and Jack turned back to her. "Now…I'll tell you, this isn't normal for fishermen."

She chuckled. "Oh really?"

"Nope. Now, if we were in Minnesota, you would see that it takes a particularly skilled fisherman to catch fish in my lake."

She giggled. "There aren't any fish in your pond, are there?"

He looked up sharply. "What? No fish?"

"I'm right, aren't I?"

"Maybe." He said, an eyebrow raised in playfulness.

As they continued to banter, the boat started rocking a little more often. Suddenly, the churning in Sam's stomach was too much to handle, and she turned green.

"Sam? Are you okay?"

She leaned her head over the side of the boat and retched, holding her hair out of the way. It had grown quite a bit in the last six months, causing her hair to cascade down her neck and upper back in natural waves.

When she returned topside, Jack was prepared with a handkerchief. He offered it to her and she wiped her nose and mouth.

"Time to go back?"

She nodded.

He began to row back. "I think I'll wait to teach you how to clean fish until the next trip."

Her eyes widened and leaned her head over the side of the boat again. Jack shook his head. Way to go O'Neill, he thought.

"Sorry." He said, when she returned and wiped her mouth.

"You're fine. I just…I'm not usually so weak-stomached."

"I know." He said, trying to suppress the thought that perhaps his foolproof test wasn't as inaccurate as he had first anticipated.