"Well, I don't see any reason for General O'Neill not to be able to go home." Janet said, after a week in the infirmary and a checkup.

"Thank you!" He said, standing up.

"However, this will get hard to explain in a few months." She said, suggesting that perhaps Jack would be returning to the infirmary sooner than his due date.

"We know, Doc, but…in the mean time…I don't have to be here anymore!"

Janet nodded, hesitantly.

"Great." He said, hurrying out of the infirmary.

Sam followed him with a small, insecure smile. "Thanks, Janet."

"I want him in here every week for a checkup. We don't know how this is going to affect him."

Sam nodded. "I know."

"And hang in there, okay?"

Sam smiled. "We've always been there for each other. That shouldn't be a problem."

"Are you sure?" Janet asked, voicing Sam's own questions.

"Sure." She said, faltering a little.

"Okay. Call me if you need anything."

She nodded. "I will."

--

"So…what do you want to do with your newfound freedom?" Sam asked, trying to be cheerful.

"Can we just go home?"

"Home? Sure…" She said, taking a deep breath.

"What?"

"Nothing…"

"Sam, that was a 'something' deep breath."

"You bolted out of there just to go home?"

"And you didn't?"

"No, I didn't."

"Look, Sam…what's really on your mind? This…pregnancy?"

"No." She said, quickly.

"Then that's exactly what's bothering you." He said, an eyebrow raised.

"What makes you say that?"

"Sam, when you answer a question that quickly, that's EXACTLY what's bothering you."

She turned on the engine and began driving to their house. "I don't want to talk right now."

"Well, sorry, Sam…but my last marriage failed when I didn't want to talk." He said heatedly.

"Are you suggesting that I am having doubts about our marriage?" She threw back. She returned her focus to the road before uttering some quiet words on her mind. "Or are you telling me that you are?"

"Sam, I love you. I am not having second thoughts about our marriage."

"Jack, it all happened so fast…are we sure that…that we have the foundation to withstand this?"

"FAST?" He roared. "Seven years is FAST?"

"That's not what I meant. And you know it." She said, clutching the steering wheel so that her knuckles turned white.

"Sam, what am I supposed to do? Tell you that I don't want to be pregnant any more than you want me to be? Because that's exactly what's going on here. Unfortunately, I don't have a lot of say in the matter."

"Well, I don't know…"

"NEITHER DO I!" He thundered as they reached the freeway.

A single tear slipped down Sam's cheek as she merged onto the freeway. Jack saw it, and instantly softened.

"Sam…I…"

She didn't respond.

"I didn't mean…"

"I guess the fact that neither of us knows what to do is the one thing we have in common right now." She whispered.

The rest of the drive was silent.