Sam arrived to the infirmary to see no sign of Jack. She turned to the nurse. "Where's General O'Neill?"
"I'm sorry. He's not allowed any visitors."
Sam's eyebrows shot up. "He's not allowed visitors?"
"Dr. Fraiser's orders…"
Sam's heart started racing. What if something had gone wrong? Men weren't built to carry the babies that they fathered…
"Is he okay?" She asked, grabbing the young woman by the arms.
"I…I don't know." She stammered in surprise.
"Sam!" Janet said, hurrying into the room.
She let go of the nurse and met Janet halfway across the room. "How is Jack?"
"Oh, he's fine. I just thought he would be more comfortable in a private room with few visitors."
"Few? So…there are people who are allowed inside, right?"
"Of course." Janet said, her eyebrows knit together in confusion. "Who told you otherwise?"
The nurse who had been helping Sam earlier scuttled away.
Janet shook it off. "Never mind, I'll deal with it later." She led Sam into the room. "I'm about ready to do Jack's sonogram.
Sam tensed, and Janet turned. "Sam, are you okay?"
She nodded. "I'm sorry, this is just…this is a lot to deal with."
Janet gave her a small, supportive smile. "It is for him too.'
She nodded again, this time trying to connect with her well of inner strength. "Thanks."
She walked into the room to find Jack with his shirt off and his pants unbuttoned. He looked distinctly uncomfortable with the idea of being so exposed.
"Hey." She said, trying to give him a warm smile as she walked in.
Jack gave her a strained smile in response. "Hi."
"I hear it's time for the first sonogram." She said, taking a seat next to him the way he had sat next to her for all of Grace's sonograms.
"Okay, General, let's see for sure what we're dealing with." Janet said, rolling in the equipment.
"Sure…why not." Jack said, sarcastically. "After all, I've already stripped for the occasion."
Janet squirted the lubricant onto his stomach and he winced. "Jeez! That's cold!"
"Sorry." Janet said, apologetically.
"Was it cold when you had your sonograms?" He asked his wife.
She smiled, a hint of amusement shining in her eyes. "Probably."
"And you didn't complain? I would have gotten Janet to at least heat it up for you…"
"To be honest, I only noticed for the initial contact. After that…I couldn't have cared if it was freezing." She said, shrugging.
As Janet placed he wand on the gel and expertly whipped the wand around his abdomen, thinning out the layer of gel covering his stomach, they heard a swishing sound emanating from the monitor. This genuinely surprised all three adults in the room, and Janet quickly pulled up a visual. She gaped at the image. "General, you're nine weeks pregnant."
"Okay…that's not possible. What about morning sickness?"
"What about time?" Janet asked, more seriously.
Sam stared at the screen, a sick feeling in her stomach. "Check the results of my last pre-mission blood test." She said, faintly.
Janet and Jack looked over, puzzled. "Why?"
Sam's emotions were frozen with shock. "Because I think I experienced his morning sickness."
