Mornings and Love Part 17

A few minutes later, Sam and Jacob hugged and kissed one last time before Jacob left for the base.

"I'd meant to surprise you," he said at the door, "but I can see you and Jack need some time to figure things out." He paused. "Did Jack faint when I asked if you two were getting married?"

Sam snorted and smirked. "I don't know. He might have, and he might have not. Either way, he wouldn't have come rushing out. He doesn't want to know he's 'caught'." Her voice was soft, a whisper, but you could hear the smugness in it.

"Well, take care of yourself, Sammie," Jacob said. "And…I know I wasn't exactly hospitable earlier, but congratulations on the baby." He smiled awkwardly, and shifted as though he wasn't sure how she'd react.

Sam threw her arms around him and strangled him in a huge hug. "Thanks," she whispered. "That means a lot to me."

Jacob grinned from ear to ear, kissed her cheek, squeezed her hand, said goodbye, and after what felt like an eternity, he pried his fingers off her hand one by one, turned, and went to the taxi he'd called. He definitely looked back as he was driven off, watching his only daughter (plus one!) wave as he went, one hand at her mouth, looking like she was crying tears of happiness…

Which she was.

Sam watched him leave, sighed and wiped the last of the happy tears, and closed the door. "You can come out now," she called.

A moment passed and Jack hesitantly appeared from around the corner. She gave him a knowing smile, and he blushed. (Ha! Tally of Jack Blushes – 3! I'm on a roll!)

"Yeah, I heard…" he admitted sheepishly.

Sam's small smile exploded to a full-blown smirk. When he walked over to her, she rubbed his (still) naked chest and sighed. "You know Dad was wondering if you had fainted when he asked if we were marrying."

"FAINTED?" Jack exclaimed. "I do NOT faint!"

Sam sniggered. "M-hmm, I believe it. Don't worry, honey, I'll protect your big bad colonel image."

Jack groaned and dipped down to kiss her lips. "You know," he murmured, "I can think of better things you can do with that mouth." He pressed her body to his, and waggled his eyebrows in that adorable way she loved. "I mean, we are alone, and I'd –"

Sam growled and kissed him. "Stop talking," she ordered against his mouth.

He answered with a comment like "yes, ma'am!" but she couldn't tell because it came out all jurgled and moaning.

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Beep beep! Beep beep!

"UGH!"

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Sam giggled. "Jack, you shouldn't have smashed your cell phone. What if it was…oh! ummm…mmm…what was I…uh…saying?"

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Beep beep! Beep beep! Beep beep!

"NOT GONNA HAPPEN!"

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"Jack! I cannot BELIEVE you smashed MY cell phone!" she frowned. "It could have been important!"

When he licked her sensitive spot, she gasped. "Erm, uh…oh…" He nudged her in the direction of the bedroom, and she grinned, grabbing his hands and tugging him toward it.

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B-b-b-beep! B-b-b-beep!

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"Touch my pager and I'll hurt you."

Jack paused. "You're serious?"

"That's an expensive pager, Jack. And if you break it, I can't give you the number." She pouted.

Oh my god, she's pouting! She's actually pouting!

There was no way he could touch her pager and live – or, at the very least, there was no way he could touch her pager without consequences he might not be able to live with. Like not being able to kiss her. Or touch her. Or even ogle her!

Jack sighed. The damned pager was safe.

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Sam untangled herself from him and checked her pager. Eyes widening, she squealed.

Jack's head shot up. Huh? "I thought you only squealed when I –" he started.

She flung some clothes at him and started rummaging for hers. "Jack, it's the SGC!" she said excitedly. "It's General Hammond! He might have an answer!"

He stared dumbly at her before shaking his head and grinning. "That's what you're squealing about?" he complained. "No fair." He pouted.

She sighed and kissed his cheek. "By the way, pouting doesn't work for me," she said over her shoulder as she dressed.