Ch 49

Over the weekend, Kate kept herself busy with Emma while trying hard to stress out and when Monday came, she went to see Commodore Baker before going to class for the day. The next day, she arrived home, and she had barely closed the door when there was a knock on it. Frowning, she turned around to check who it was; she opened the door to a guy holding two dozen long stem roses.

"Mrs. Kate Flynn?"

"Yes, that me."

"Can you sign this, please?" He asked giving her a clipboard and pen. She did as ask, and they exchanged their items.

"Enjoy them, ma'am." He grinned.

"Thank you," she managed to say as he walked away.

Smiling she closed the door and walked to the kitchen to get a vase to place them. She picked the envelope getting the note out.

"To Kate, my loving wife. I'm sorry I can't be there to hold you in my arms after the news you told me. I hope these roses will cheer you up until I see you in person. No matter what happens in the next couple weeks, I'll be thinking about you. Take time to care for yourself and give Emma a hug and kiss from me. All my love, Mike. XXXX," she finished reading out loud with a smile on her face.

Two weeks later, the door of Kate's class opened, and Mike entered seating in the back of the class. She was with her back to him and smiled. She was teaching the same class in which they met. When the class finally ended, the room emptied, and she turned around to wipe the board clean as he walked towards the front of the class.

"Hi Mike," he grinned as she turned to face him. He took his hat and lowered it on the desk and held his hand.

"Kate, how are you?"

"I'm doing ok," he pulled her into his arms tightly and kissed him.

"Let's go home," he whispered. They turned around, and the door opened then interrupting them.

"Lieutenant."

"Sir. Here's the file and notes for this afternoon class," Kate picked up a file and gave it to him

"Thank you, Lieutenant. Lieutenant Commander Mighty Mike Flynn," they shook hands. "It's good to see you again."

"You too, sir."

"Mike? You know Captain Baker?" Kate asked

"Yes, we served together on the Hammersley when I was midshipmen, and he was the XO. We called him Cookie cause of his last name," Mike said grinning

"Yes, that was a few years ago, I heard you are still up in Cairns."

"I am, sir."

"I see you are married." He pointed to his left hand. "The rumors are true then?"

"Yes, it's true."

"And here I thought you were married to the navy…" he whispered and Mike chuckled

"Well, something better came along. Now the Navy is second to my wife and family."

"You got kids?" He asked surprised.

"Yes, sir. A daughter and twins on the way."

"Really? And who's the woman who managed to steal your heart away from the Navy?"

"That would be me, sir," Kate grinned, the Captain looked at her in shock.

"You, Lieutenant?"

"Yes, sir."

"Well, congratulations Lieutenant. You found yourself a good man."

"Thank you, sir. But if you excuse us we got a Doctor appointment."

"Of course, it's good to see you again Lieutenant Commander."

"You too, sir." As the Captain turned around and walked out, Kate picked her things up. "Want to get some lunch before going to the hospital?"

"Sure, but home first," Kate said as they walked out of the room.

Later that afternoon, they were in the hospital. Kate was lying on the bed with Mike next to her while Dr. Knight was moving the wand over her stomach

"Everything looks good so far," he turned the monitor around for them to see.

"They are ok?" Mike asked in concern.

"Yes, they are not identical as you can see here...and here" He pointed to the two placentae

"How much longer before the twins are safe for sure?" Kate asked.

"With every single week that goes on the chances of miscarrying lower. In two weeks Kate will reach her second trimester. Once we are there the chances lower."

"Thanks for telling us," Mike said. Fifteen minutes later, they walked out of the hospital with smiles on their faces. "What would you like to do now Kate?"

"Go shopping, Emma's getting bigger."

"True and while we are at it. We might as well check out cribs."

"Let's wait for that, Mike," Kate added sadly.

"Ok."

Mike spent three days with Kate and Emma before returning to Cairns knowing it would be a month before he could see them again.

Jack was having a bad morning since he received not only a letter from the President, but he also had to answer his call. He just hung up the phone and sighing he sat back in his seat when there was a knock on the door

"Come in," He looked to the door as it was opened

"General, here's some paperwork that needs to be signed, sir." Walter entered lowering a set of files on his desks.

"Thanks, Walter," Jack added tiredly.

"Is everything alright, sir?"

"Yeah. When's SG4 due to call in?"

"Half an hour, sir."

"Cool. If there's nothing else, you can go while I'll deal with these lovely reports."

"Yes, sir." Walter nodded leaving the office and walked down to Sam's lab.

"Colonel Carter?" Sam turned around surprised by Walter's appearance

"Yes, Sargent?" He frowned walking inside the lab

"Colonel, ma'am… I was wondering?"

"Yes?"

"Can you talk to General O'Neill?" Sam frowned

"Why? Something wrong?"

"He received a phone call from the President, ma'am. And now he's not in a happy mood," Sam smiled at him and walked towards him patting his shoulder softly.

"Don't worry, Walter. I'll try to find out what happened"

"Thank you, Colonel." He grinned.

"Yeah, well. None of us wants to be forced to put up with a grumpy General all day, right?" Sam said smiling

"No, ma'am."

"How bad was his mood?" Sam asked Walter, huffed

"Cake won't cheer him up," Sam grimaced.

"That bad, huh?"

"Yes, ma'am."

A few minutes later, Sam walked into the briefing room and considered Jack's office through the window and found him with a file on his hands. Seconds later, the file flew out of his hands and into his desk, and he glared at it. She inhaled deeply.

"It can't be that bad," she whispered entering his office without knocking. He looked up, and the glare was lost.

"It is, Sam," he managed to sound a bit calmer. "Walter went to fetch you?" he sighed.

"Yes, he's a good man." She grinned, and he nodded. "So, want to talk about it?"

"The defense department and the President decided to send a film crew here."

"A film crews?" Sam asked surprised. He pushed a folder towards her.

"Yup, so we can talk to them about the Stargate," Jack added and Sam eyebrows raised in surprise. Not quite believing him, she grabbed the folder and read through it, she frowned.

"No wonder why you were not a happy camper." She sighed.

"Yeah, but you know, orders. So, they are coming next week."

"Next week?"

"Yeah. They want to interview all the SG leaders and then the whole SG1 as part of a documentary for the time when this place becomes public," Sam sat down in a chair

"You are really not looking forth to it."

"Nope," he scrubbed his face. "Orders are orders, Sam."

"Don't worry, Jack. We will be fine, and if you like I can talk to the SG leaders," he huffed.

"I know you can. But it must be me."

"Well, but if you want to talk," she offered.

"I know," Sam stood up returning the file to the previous position on his desk.

"When are we getting the official notice?"

"Tomorrow," Jack groaned.

"Meet me for lunch?"

"Sure," Sam smiled at Jack before walking out of his office.

Over the next few days, the rumor mill was high, the chat about the crew film coming to the SGC was in everyone's mouths and ears. The day before the film crew showed up, Jack called all the SG team leaders and SG1 into the briefing room, with all of them in, he sat down at the head of the table, Sam was at his right, and he couldn't help but give her a tight smile.

"Right. You are here because as you all know the film crew is arriving tomorrow and I want you all to be available for the interviews as you were informed. Any questions?"

"General? What if they ask questions about you or SG1?"

"Then you tell them to ask us and inform either SG1 or me." There were several nods, "Look; I know most of you don't want to be here for it," Jack grimaced. "And to tell you the truth, neither do I." Several grins appeared through the room. "But look it like this, the fastest we are available and willing, the faster they will go to where they came from and then, we can get back to doing what we do."

There were several nods of agreement, and soon there were some more questions raised before they finally walked out of the briefing room leaving Jack and Sam alone.

"That was good," Sam grinned and he smiled giving her hand a quick press.

"Yeah, I agree. So, cake?" Sam laughed as she stood up

"Why not?"

"Sweet!" He said as he stood up and followed Sam out of the briefing room.

The next day, the film crew showed up. One after another SG leaders were interviewed, but the team had quite a difficulty finding SG1. Finding that not quite accommodating with his plan Mr. Bregman, the director, found his way to Jack's office, entering it at once.

"Mr. Bregman, what can I do for you?" Jack said lowering the file he was reading as the man sat huffing in front of him.

"General, I've been trying to interview the members of SG1."

"You've got others who you can talk to at this moment," Jack pointed.

"I know, but..."

"But what Mr. Bergman?" Jack added impatiently. "They must be busy as I am," he added and then his phone rung.

"See, excuse me," Jack added pointedly, Bregman walked towards the door.

"General O'Neill, what?!" Jack said so loud that the director stopped and turned around to listen.

"Thanks," he added then and hung the phone.

Then he dialed another number. "Sam? Sorry, I know what are you doing is important. Yes, but asshole Kinsey is here. Yup, he just came through the front gates" He sighed pinching the bridge of his nose.

"Of course, I'm not happy with him here! Probably he's up to something... Yes, I'll be plight to him up to a point. Yes, I know, and no, you don't need to send Teal'c. Sure, don't worry." He looked up noticing his door was still opened.

"Oh, Bregman is complaining about the lack of SG1. Sure, I'll play nice while he is looking... Have fun with your doohickey," he laughed.

"Sure." He hung up. Bregman turned around and finally left the hallway thinking about the things he overheard.

"What am I going to do with you, Sam?" Jack muttered to himself.