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"Jack, there's no easy way of saying this… I'm…"

And now on with the show.

Sam's POV

"I'm pregnant."

If you looked up the word shock in an encyclopedia, there would be a picture of Jack's face and his stunned expression.

"Jack? Jack? You all right?" No reaction from him, not even a blink.

"Ha? How did this happen?! No, I mean I know how this happened, but…. How?!"

"Well, remember that first time at O'Malley's? That impromptu meeting we had? Guess that did the trick."

"What will you do? Don't get me wrong, it's just that you have your whole life and career in front of you."

"I'm glad you're not concerned about me." You don't want to be a part of this, do you. You're right, why would you. You don't even know me. And quite frankly I don't know you either.

"I don't know yet. I want this child, but I never pictured myself as a single mom."

"Whatever you decide I'll be there for you." Okay, I never expected to hear something like that from a stranger. Ok, almost a stranger.

"I really don't know. What I do know is that we have an early morning tomorrow and we have to sleep. Spend the night?"

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Three days actually go by before I get to see him again. Not from lack of trying, from lack of free time. And I still haven't made up my mind.

Again, as he did at my house, he just shows up at my lab leaning casually on my door.

I'm so emerged into assembling this 'doohickey' as I heard it's called that I don't even notice he's there.

"Hey Carter, what's up"

"Sir!" he startles me and I bang my hand on a piece of rock sitting on my table. Klutz. "Ow"

"You okay Carter?"

"I'm fine" is all I'm able to get trough my teeth as I mumble few un-lady like words to myself. I almost never swear, but some occasions call for this kind of language. Besides, it makes me feel better.

"Soooo… How are you?"
"I'm fine Sir. You?"

"Yeah, me too. Wanna go out for dinner with me?" he catches me off guard again. He's making a habit of that.

"Yeah, sure, why not, Sir."

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The rest of the day goes on quickly and I find myself looking at my watch at 5.30pm. Oh yeah, late again.

Thankfully I have some spare clothes here at my bunk, just some old jeans and a top. Nothing special but they'll do. Just as I'm finished dressing myself my cell rings and I look at the called id. It's Jack.

"Carter". I can't help myself, even if I know it's him, I answer the phone that way.

"Where you at Carter?"
"Still at the Mountain. I'll be waiting for you at the top if you come and get me. 10minutes enough?"

"Sure. Be there." And there's that world famous click.

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He picked a pretty nice restaurant for us. The guy has taste despite what he lets on at first sight. And he's good company, he makes me feel good.

"So, Sam, have you made up your mind?" he finally manages to ask after few moments of silence.

"About what?"

"Oh, come on, you know what I mean." So I guess no chance of evading this question.

"Yeah, guess I did. I'm keeping it." No emotions can be seen on his face. Maybe this is it. I knew it he wouldn't have to do anything with this. All of the sudden he gets up from his chair and walks over to my side. He stands in front of my chair and kneels down.

So, what do you think folks? Should he do it?

Tune in tomorrow (hopefully) for the next chapter, same bat channel, same bat time.