A/N: Yes, catching up on old stories this New Year. I'll make it a resolution ;-)

Thanks to Betherdy Babe and KoineKid for quick look at this. Mistakes are mine.

Jennifer entered her quarters after dismissing Richards and fell onto her bed. The scent of her husband was on the bedding so she inhaled deeply. Just the reminder of his presence calmed her. Releasing a long sigh, she rolled herself in the blanket and squeezed her eyes shut. The pounding in her head and roiling in her stomach pointed to a possible migraine and that was unacceptable.

Since her relationship with Rodney started she hadn't had a single one. He said the stress of hiding her love from him must have caused them. She'd swat him and say love cures all that ails you and then they'd start kissing.

A grin spread across her face as she remembered their morning lovemaking. She might have been annoyed with John for commenting on the frequency of their lovemaking but it was only because he was on the mark. The two geniuses couldn't get enough of each other.

Jennifer suddenly sat upright on the bed causing her head to spin. "Oh no!" The physician's mind was racing; frequency and percentages flew through her mind. Her hands dropped automatically to her stomach, which decided at that moment to empty its contents from earlier.

Jennifer never snuck around as a child, always home when she should be. The guilt she felt after sneaking around the infirmary was foreign to her. The test kit she needed wasn't in the normal pharmacy. She had to go into the office of Doctor Cove, hide it in her jacket and get out of the infirmary without being discovered, which she managed.

The genius knew that if her suspicions were correct it would change her and Rodney's lives forever and affect the mission. Caldwell's going to go nuts. It was these factors that caused Jennifer to do this test in the privacy of her quarters and not involved the medical staff of the Daedalus.

"Rodney?" Jennifer tentatively called her husband after she left a small beaker on the bathroom sink.

"Jennifer, can we talk in a bit?" Rodney sounded breathless.

"Sorry to interrupt," she said. "Whenever you're free I'll be in our quarters."

"Jennifer? Is something wrong?" Rodney's voice was now laced with concern.

"I'm fine. I just need to talk to you about something." Jennifer replied.

"I… Um… I need about… twenty minutes. Radek, Novak and I are almost ready to test the engine modifications."

Jennifer couldn't help but smile at Rodney's struggle to choose between his work and his wife. Guilt at calling him in the middle of the day washed over her. "Rodney, it's fine. I'll be here whenever."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes. I love you. Now finish your work." Jennifer took off her earwig and set it on the desk.

Twenty minutes never felt so long. Jennifer sat on their bed staring at the bathroom door. On the other side of the door was a possible answer to her exhaustion and mood swings of the last week.

When the door to their quarters opened behind her, she jumped up and spun to see her husband entering their quarters. He was carrying his jacket over his arm and his hair was messy, which meant he'd been crawling around in the engine compartment.

"I'm sorry to bother you," she said in a quiet voice as she fidgeted with her hands.

"Jennifer," he said, dropping his jacket on the bed and hurrying around it to pull her into his arms. "What's wrong? You never, ever call me in the middle of the day. Are you okay, sweetheart?" He pushed her back enough to look into her eyes.

Jennifer felt like a fool, but she didn't want to be alone. "I'm running an experiment."

"What?" His blue eyes cut into her heart as panic covered his face.

"It's not bad… or I hope it won't be." She realized at that moment she truly had no idea how Rodney would react. Knowing how he hated change and surprises, caused her heart to skip a beat and her stomach to start churning once again.

"Jennifer, what is it? Are you sick? It's the Wraith treatment, right? Damn Carson for not keeping a better eye on …"

"Rodney, relax. It's not that. Nothing to do with being sick." A timer went off on Jennifer's watch.

"Jennifer?"

"Rodney, I think I'm pregnant and the test on the other side of that door will confirm or disprove my theory. I'm terrified to open the door. Can you do it?" She clung to her husband after rapidly telling him her thoughts.

After several seconds or minutes of clutching him tightly around the middle, he spoke, "Uh, Jennifer, I can't move if you don't let me go."

His voice was strangely devoid of emotions so she let him go quickly. "S-sorry." The nervous woman couldn't look into his eyes so she stared at the floor as she sat back down on the bed.

"Jennifer?"

"Yes, Rodney." She looked toward her husband standing in the doorway of the tiny bathroom in their quarters.

"Blue doesn't mean it's a boy, does it?'

"It's blue!" She jumped up and ran to stand next to her husband, looking between him and the doorway to see blue liquid in the beaker.

"Yes, it's blue." Rodney's voice was still monotone and unemotional.

"I'm pregnant," Jennifer said as she staggered backward. The sudden realization that a life was growing in her stomach sent her head spinning. Pounding filled her ears and her vision narrowed. "Oh, I'm going to faint."

"You can't faint, Jennifer," Rodney said, his arms wrapping around her waist. "Because no one will take care of me when I pass out."

"We better both sit down then," Jennifer gasped and tugged her husband toward the bed. Luckily the officer's quarter they were assigned was tiny so they didn't go far before they sat next to each other on the bed. Rodney left one arm around his wife and clutched her left hand with his other one. The feel of his warm, slightly calloused hand on her own calmed her.

"Oh, Rodney, what are we going to do?" Jennifer asked, truly at a loss as to what to do.

"We're going to have a baby," Rodney said with awe in his voice.

Jennifer quickly looked up at her husband's face. The look of wonder and shock was like the one he had when she first told him she loved him. The encounter at Jeannie's house seemed a lifetime ago now. "Yes, we are."

Rodney's eyes met hers and his hand let go of hers to slide across her stomach, landing possessively in the middle of her lower abdomen.

"Now what do we do?" Jennifer asked again as her hands rested on top of his.

"We get you back home," Rodney replied.

"Absolutely not." Jennifer jumped up only to feel dizzy and have her husband pull her back down.

"Jennifer, I will not have my wife and baby on a ship with a bunch of hacks caring for her," he said with some steel in his voice.

"They are not hacks…"

"You need prenatal vitamins, ultrasounds and breathing classes."

Jennifer felt a rant growing from her husband and was unable to stop her own. "Our mothers didn't use pre-natal vitamins. We have an ultrasound on the Daedalus but women get too many of them anyways. And Teyla had a baby on a Hive ship delivered by you without any Lamaze classes so relax."

"Don't raise your voice, you'll upset the baby," Rodney said, standing with hands on hips as he looked down at his wife. His voice was oddly quiet for the intensity in his face. "I'm going to Caldwell and have him head home. With the engine modifications we just made it won't take more than a few days."

"The baby will be fine and had better get used to shouting with you as its father." Jennifer was suddenly furious that Rodney was making such an important decision without talking to her.

A knocking on the cabin door quieted the McKays as they both turned to stare. How loud had they been? Uh-oh, Caldwell might have just found out.

TBC

A/N: Being evil I know, but I promise to update sooner.