Ack, did it again, forgot to update. Updating from work. Sorry, didnt edit this too much. Enjoy it anyway...Uh, ya in the last chapter I mean 1600 not 0400! sorry . Enjoy!
Chapter 24: Angelic Dreams
Six months two weeks and one day later
A white and red object hurtled through the air and landed at Sam's feet. Laughing, she bent down to pick it up, only to have it snatched out from her fingers before she could do so. Looking up to find who took the baseball from her, she found herself looking into the deep eyes of a boy she recognized only from pictures.
"Charlie," she gasped, her one hand flying to her heart that was now thudding wildly the other to touch his face to see if she was indeed seeing the boy. When her hand did not go through him, she knew she had to be dreaming. Right? She sat down on a swining chair behind her, fumbling for something to say.
Charlie smiled up at her. "Hello, Mrs. Sam O'Neill," he said softly, his brown eyes absorbing her blue ones. "Do not be afraid." He slowly extended his hand and placed it gently on Sam's head, relaxing her. "What you see is real. I have a favor to ask from you."
The angelic gaze of the young boy moved Sam to nod. Charlie placed his hand on her enlarged bowling-ball of a stomach, where her and Jack's twins were residing silently. "In here," the boy continued. "Are yours and my dad's children." Sam smiled brightly at him and nodded, feeling her rational thinking cloud as she tried to understand the situation. It had to do with the boy. Charlie looked deep into Sam's eyes, penetrating her very soul. "I want to be one of his children again. Let me adopt my foster-brother?"
Sam's eyes narrowed as his words sunk in. When confusion showed on her face, Charlie continued. "Give him my name-sake," he said, releasing his hand from her stomach. His form began to ripple and fade, and Sam blinked her eyes rapidly, trying to keep the boy from disappearing. "All will be well," he said as he faded into nothing, touching her cheek lightly as his hand turned into mist.
In reality, Sam woke up from her dream in a cold sweat, only to cringe in a stab of pain. As she shifted her position on the covers, a wet discomfort greeted her legs. Her eyes wide, she palmed the sheets around her, only to find her fears confirmed. Her water had broken.
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A baseball landed at Jacks feet and he looked down at it, confused. "Daaad!" A voice whined, causing Jack's head to snap up and his eyes enlarge. He'd recognize that voice anywhere.
"Charlie?" he asked, breathless.
Before he knew it, Jack was slammed into by a young boy, who wrapped his arms around his dad thoroughly. O'Neill put his arms around the young boy somewhat hesitantly. "This cant be real," he whispered.
"But it is," Charlie said. "I come to you in your dream." Charlie tugged on Jacks hand, bringing his father down to eye level. Gazing deep into his eyes, Charlie placed his hand on Jack's forehead. "Trust her when she suggests it," he whispered softly to his days, locking his gaze.
"Trust who?" Jack asked slowly. As his sons for m began to waver, Jack's voice grew more frantic. "What? Charlie!" The boy was slowly fading into nothing.
"You will know," he said as his form thinned out. Before he vanished, he called back to his father, "All will be well! I love you dad…"
Jack moaned in his sleep, and found himself sitting bolt upright to the voice of his wife calling his name. In the moonlight, Jack clearly saw the pain in Sam's face. He reached forward and grabbed her by the shoulders, his eyebrows knitting together on his forehead. "What's wrong?" he asked feverishly.
"I'm in labor…" she said, her eyes wide.
Jacks own eyes widened and he found his hand in hers. He squeezed it comfortingly before throwing off the covers and walking around to the other side of the bed to help Sam up. No words were exchanged between the two of them, for exitement and nervousness clutched at their throat as they headed for the car...
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About five hours later:
Jack wrung his hands together in the waiting room of the hospital. Heaving a sigh, he got up out of the seat, chewing on his lower lip as he paced back and forth in front of the door.
"Will you not go in O'Neill?"
Jack spun to look at Teal'c, not at all amused by the humorous expression on the Jaffa's face. "I was kicked out," he hissed.
"In other words, Teal'c, if he goes in, Sam will bite his head off," Daniel said. He cringed and adjusted his glasses. "Literally."
Teal'c raised his eyebrow, but said nothing. He too, had been a father before.
"Exa…" Jack started to say but was cut off.
"JAACK!" Sam's voice was pain ridden and shrill, not to mention filled with fear. O'Neill cringed.
"Unless of course," Daniel said, continuing his explanation. "He is summoned." He waved his hands to the door, a tight smile on his face.
Wincing, Jack opened the door and slipped inside the room. Sam waved a hand at him, and he rushed to take it, only to find his own hand being crushed in pain. His heart wrenched when Sam looked at him, her crystal blue eyes filled with pain and fear. A stray drop of sweat beaded down her face and he reached over to wipe it away.
"I'm scared," she whimpered.
Jack nodded his head. Though Major Samantha Carter-O'Neill, a member of one of the worlds most risk-taking missions as 2IC of SG-1 had little to no fear, Sam O'Neill, his pregnant wife and soon to be mother of his children, was a different matter…especially when it came to childbirth.
He stroked her hand softly, then moved to her stomach, massaging it with his magic touch as he had done with Sara. As with his ex-wife, Sam relaxed almost immediately to his touch.
"You're almost there," he said softly.
Sam nodded and gritted her teeth, grunting in pain as another contraction hit her. Almost as soon as it was over, she felt another one begin. A moment later, the doctor announced loudly, "I see a head!"
Sam forced back a whimper as she looked to her husband. He smiled reassuringly, his eyes full of a silent plea to see his children. As she began to push at the doctors orders, a voice filled her ears. "All will be well…"
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Jack smiled happily as he bounced his new-born son lightly in his arms. For the fifth time, he leaned over and kissed his wife affectionately on the forehead. She looked at him with an exhausted smile on her face as well, then returned her gaze to the baby daughter she held in her arms.
"Come up with any names yet?" Sam asked softly, looking to her husband. Jack nodded. Rolling her eyes, Sam continued, pulling the information out of him. "For the girl?"
Jack perched himself next to his wife on the bed and gazed down at his daughter. "Isabelle," he said softly, looking to Sam for support. She smiled brightly at him, and nodded her head.
"Isabelle Mae O'Neill," she murmured.
Jack nodded, his eyes sparkling in delight. "As for him," Jack said, tilting his son slightly for emphasis.
"Charles," Sam jumped in quickly, leaving him no room for input. His gaze turned to her, his eyes showing his shock. "Charles," she repeated again. When he opened his mouth to protest, Jack felt the grasp of his son and the touch on his forehead from the dream. A voice rung in his head, saying, "Trust her when she suggests it," and suddenly he knew what Charlie was talking about.
Gazing down at the baby boy, Jack nodded his head. "Charles Matthew O'Neill." He looked back to Sam, who breathed a sigh of relief.
Sam leaned her head against Jacks shoulder. "Thank you," Jack whispered softly, as she closed her eyes sleepily with a yawn.
"For what?" Sam asked, nuzzling her head deeper into his shoulder.
Lacing an arm behind her head and resting her against his chest, Jack whispered into her ear. "For Isabelle and Charlie…and you."
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wow. That was the worst out of character chapter I've ever written. Heh...heh...sorry! Anyways! One more chapter, the epilogue. Gotta edit it and make it longer! Can you stand the excitement?
Please, as I'm beginning to end this now, leave your reviews! thanks!
-Aria
