One evening a few days later, a very chastised Sam sat on the couch. "Jack, I'm perfectly capable," she started to argue.
"Ah! I'm up already, you sit. I'll be back in a minute. Stay there, I've got plans," he said, waggling his eyebrows suggestively.
Any other time, that adorable act would've melted her irritation in a split second. But today her hormones and emotions were especially out of whack, and the waggling of his eyebrows did not amuse her as he went to phone for pizza.
Samantha Carter was perfectly capable and willing to order pizza. "I'm pregnant, not invalid," she mumbled, wishing she had the courage or the will to break their blissfulness to tell it to his face.
Jack walked back a few moments later, swooping in to kiss her cheek, then her lips, as he sat, teasing her lips open. She reluctantly submitted, allowing him to kiss her as deeply as he liked. It was nice, but it didn't ignite any fires in her. She was a little too irritated for that, and the growing worry that he'd continue on like this with more intensity effectively put her animalistic sexual desires on hold, promising that they'd stay that way for a while.
He seemed to realize she wasn't exactly responding the way she usually did, and he stopped, confused, to look into her eyes. "What's up, Sam?"
Sam hesitated, then allowed for a weak smile to grace her lips. "Nothing," she lied. "I'm just not really in the mood."
Jack tilted his head at her curiously. "Alright," he agreed automatically. His eyes dropped to her belly, and he rubbed it fondly. He looked back to her. "Up to cuddling?" he offered.
That touched her and she gave him a genuine smile. She nodded, and he slid his arms around her, guiding her head to his chest. Sam snuggled closer to him. While his left arm was slung snugly around her shoulders, his right hand still caressed her belly. The warmth his hand gave her felt very good, and her left hand dropped to her belly to join it. Their hands laid there, fingers tangled, protectively and lovingly guarding the precious life that had really pushed them together.
Sam closed her eyes and buried her face in his neck, sighing contently. Maybe she was just overreacting.