I'm very evil, aren't I? Well, you're all probably wondering, "WHAT the HELL!" but be assured, this should smooth out most of the wrinkles of worry…

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Mornings and Love Part Eleven

Shock rippled though Sam's body again. She swallowed hard. "Well," she stammered, "I – I guess this simplifies things a lot more. I m-mean, me, with a child? What would I do, drop the baby off at daycare while I go fight some evil bad guy on some remote planet on the edge of the galaxy? I mean, what if one day I kissed the little girl goodbye, said I loved her, left, and never came back!"

"I think you'd be a great mother, Sam, just look at how well you do with Cassie," Janet said, a bit of caution in her voice.

Sam said, "That was mostly you," sniffing. She paused, then tears fully cascaded down her cheeks. "God, what am I saying? I wanted that child. I wouldn't let myself dream, imagine, when I first thought…but still, inside, I wanted that child and I still do."

Janet hugged her. "Well…" the doctor said worriedly.

Sam pulled back, looking Janet in the eye. "Well, what?" she demanded.

"If it helps any…I kind of…lied."

Sam's jaw dropped. "You what!" she nearly shouted, snatching the test from her friend, staring disbelievingly at the positive mark it held. She looked back up at Janet, who shrugged sheepishly.

"You didn't seem sure if you wanted to be pregnant, so I kind of fibbed. I didn't think I'd find out any other way," Janet confessed.

Sam began to laugh. "You are a Napoleonic Warmonger!" she cried, the sorrowful tears turning to tears of joy and relief. "Evil, you!" She poked Janet in the shoulder, hard. "Had me thinking I wasn't pregnant!"

"You gonna tell me who the father is?" Janet asked.

"After that it should be you owing me a favor!" Sam grinned.

"So, you're not mad at me?" Janet asked hopefully.

Sam sighed, took a moment to taste her tears, and looked back to Janet. "No, of course not," she said sincerely. "It's too happy a moment to ruin it by getting all upset over nothing."

Sam begged Janet not to tell anyone yet, though. "I don't have another mission for a week, and I'd like to mull this over first," she told her. "And I'd like to tell General Hammond myself."

"Not even Colonel O'Neill?"

Sam winced. "Not even him," she said firmly. Especially not him. "I'll tell him myself, too."

Still looking unhappy with the situation, Janet shrugged and smiled. They hugged once more and Janet took her leave.

Sighing, Sam went into her bedroom and flopped down on the bed. She reached over to the nightstand and opened a drawer, rummaging around sightlessly for the photo.

Feeling the cool, slick surface of a recently-taken picture, she pulled it out and shoved the drawer closed, and gazed at her Colonel. He was wearing civvies, and leaning against the wall with the hottest smirk she'd ever seen, his arms crossed over his chest in his usual cocky stance.

She kissed the photo lightly and put it on the pillow beside her.

Her eyelids drooped and she yawned, an evening nap sounding very nice indeed. She snuggled up to the pillow, secretly wishing it were someone else…

Today was Janet, tomorrow, Jack… she thought before drifting away to a light slumber.