XD The chapter you've been waiting for...sweet and romantic...sort of...oh! and for those of you who've read "Two Universes, Two Realities" my last fic, you may recognize a name that I threw in here...just for kicks XD...Also, thank you again for all your support, I'm glad you like this story! The end may be...dramatic? but it's adorable, in my opinion...

Chapter Three: Oh baby!

Sam soon found herself cramped into a wheelchair at the hospital, panting as sweat beaded down her face. Gritting her teeth through the pain, she looked up and to her left where Colonel O'Neill was hovering anxiously. Even though she had told him at the doors that he could leave, he had wasted no time in telling her that there was no way he was going to let her go through this alone.

A woman in flowery scrubs came bustling up the corridor to meet them and directed the man pushing the wheelchair into a delivering room nearby. As they assisted Sam onto the table, the woman looked Jack over carefully.

"You aren't the usual," she said, a curious smile perched on her face.

Sam looked to Jack, who was practically begging for an explanation. "Lieutenant Bayne always came with me," she said. Looking to the woman, she said, "This is Colonel Jack O'Neill, Rita."

The woman beamed as she looked back to Jack. "So you're the…"

"Rita!" Carter hissed through clenched teeth.

The woman held up her hands in a placating motion, shrugged at Jack and bustled over to Carter. O'Neill looked to Sam, who was pointedly avoiding his gaze, and couldn't help but wonder, what was Rita going to say?

Hours later, after Jack thought his hand was surly broken, he stood next to Carter's bedside, watching her as they lowered the baby girl into her arms. Sam's hair was a mess, tossed this way and that, and matted down with sweat. Her face was glistening with beads of tears and rivers of the salty sweat that drained from her skin, and her eyes had dark circles underneath of them. A corner of her lip had matted blood on it, from where she chomped down hard as she fought to keep from screaming as she pushed the baby out of her. But yet, O'Neill thought as he watched her, she still couldn't be any less beautiful, especially with the way her eyes were shinning as her daughter was laid in her arms…and as he watched, Jack couldn't help but feel a swell of pride that only a father gets as he watched them.

"Hello there," Sam crooned as she lightly grabbed the small girls hand. With a small laugh, she tossed her head and looked back to O'Neill, beaming at him, inviting him to share her moment.

Grinning, he perched on the edge of the bed, leaning over to play with the little girls hands. Again, he felt the swell of joy in his heart that he hadn't felt since Charlie was born. Looking over at Sam, he realized as he watched the joy dance across her face, that he had to know the answer to his question.

A half of a hour later, when she put the baby down after the girl fell asleep, he turned to her. "Sam," he began softly, his hear thudding as she turned her crystalline blue eyes to him, her expression puzzled.

"Yes?"

"Who's her father?" he asked, holding Sam's gaze for a moment before she looked away.

"I….he's not in the picture," she said, glancing down at her hands, then looking wistfully at the baby. "It was just one night…"

Instantly, his mind sped back to nine months ago. It had been team-night at his house, and they had all been drinking, but it had seemed as though Carter and he had more than usual. Teal'c had taken Daniel home, and said he would return for Carter, but Carter waved him off, saying she was fine, and he himself had pulled Teal'c aside and told him that he had a spare room for Carter, and Teal'c had believed him, because, at that time, he hadn't been that drunk. Actually, he was still surprised Teal'c hadn't come back.

When he had gone to get Carter, she'd been asleep, so he picked her up and carried her off to the spare room, tucking her in comfortably. It was as he was leaning over to smooth out the wrinkles in the side across from her that her eyes snapped open and she devilishly snaked his arms around his neck and brought his head down to kiss him. After the kiss, he had pulled away reluctantly, and she had gone back to sleep, and he had gone to drink more.

It was when he went to bed that things got messy. Sliding into his bed drunkenly, after stumbling up the stairs, he found a warm body waiting for him. It was then that Carter's eyes flew open, and she smiled at him, and they had both agreed that as long as no one found out…

He stopped his train of thought when Sam sniffled next to him. He parted his lips slightly, his mouth slack. Working his jaw a few times, he finally managed to speak. "Sam?" She didn't look at him, and he worked his fingers under her jaw and turned her head so she was looking at him. "Am I the father?"

Sam averted her gaze, but nodded into his hand, then squeezed her eyes shut and let the tears flow out of them. She felt O'Neill's hand leave her chin, and expected to hear him either curse her out or just walk out of the room. Instead, she felt her mattress tilt down to one side, and then she was being pulled forward into a pair of strong arms, held tightly in their embrace.

Her eyes flew open, and, after the shock wore off, she wound her arms around his back, hugging him as close as she could. She felt the arms on her back tighten slightly, pulling her closer, and she began crying harder. Gentle hands stroked her hair and cradled her head into his shoulder, and they stayed like that for what could have been hours, each enjoying the others embrace.

When he let her go, and held her at arms length away to study her, she saw the tear stains on his own leathery skin, and realized that he too had been crying.

Sniffling through her tears, taking it for too good to be true, Sam asked, "You don't hate me?" she closed her eyes, afraid of seeing rejection on the face of the man she loved.

She heard a nervous bark of laugher from the Colonel, and a thumb swiped away her tears. "How could I?"

Sam shrugged and nuzzled her face into his hand. "I should have told you," she whispered, ashamed.

"It doesn't matter now," he replied. "I'm here now."

"And then what?" she opened her eyes, finding warm chocolate ones gazing back at her.

"I stay with you."

A fresh batch of tears scattered down her cheeks, and she threw herself forward into his grasp again, just to feel him, to smell him, and to realize, dreams could come true.

xXx

Innit sweet? Now who's going to egg on the epilogue? If I get enough people with encouragement, I may be forced to write one! (So put the story on alert Just in case!)

Thanks for sticking with the story, glad you all loved it! (For the most part...incase anyone didnt!)