Mornings and Love Part 18

"I'm pleased to inform you that the Pentagon has approved your request and has accepted your resignation," General Hammond said with a large grin. He took the forms that'd been faxed over and added his signature. "As of now, you are no longer an officer in the U.S. Air Force."

"That's great!" Sam exclaimed, throwing her arms around Jack with a girlish squeal. She froze a moment later, then jumped back, straightening immediately. She gave a sheepish smile to Hammond and Jack, who were both grinning like idiots.

Jack growled, "Hey, get back here!" and pulled her back to him. She closed her eyes and sighed into his warmth, the warmth of the man she was finally, finally, officially allowed to love.

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"Janet?"

The petite doctor looked up and smiled. "Sam, congratulations!" she exclaimed, rushing over to hug her friend. "General Hammond just called me to share the news! So NOW are you going to tell me?" she demanded with a goofy "or else" grin.

Sam smiled weakly. "About that…I need to know; how far along am I?"

Janet paused. "Sam?"

"Jan!" Sam whined. She hated to stoop to using the tone of a cranky five year old, but she blamed it fully on the hormones.

"I'll go get the folder, okay?"

Sam nodded.

"I'll be right back."

As the doctor walked away, her heels clicking even as she turned the corner, Sam jumped on a bed and swung her legs back and forth as though she were on a swing.

A few minutes later, Janet returned carrying a huge, overstuffed folder. "Yours was the easiest to find," Janet said, removing the rubber band she had to use to keep Sam's folder from exploding, "yours and all of SG-1's, that is."

Sam gave a half-hearted half-smile, and Janet shifted through several papers before exclaiming, "Aha!" and whipping out a couple of stapled sheets.

"Well," she said, skimming the sheets, "you're about six and a half weeks along by now."

Sam's body shuddered with relief, all her nervous energy zapped out of her with those eleven words.

Six and a half weeks. Jack. Jack was the father, just as she'd assumed, hoped, and dreamed. She wasn't going to be tied to Pete in any way anymore. She was completely, totally free of guilt and suspicion, and now she could live her life with Jack and their child without worrying about her ex-fiancé.

"Thank you," she whispered, closing her eyes in all the glory that was "miracle".