A/N: I would like to say thank you to my three lovely reviewers, babyred 1995, Athena121, and MONEBUDDHA. I am excited to have recieved such lovely reviews, and would like to explain that, yes, I did (purposefully) portray a certain (beloved) character (for me anyway) in an obviously out of character way. However, I have personal experience with certain issues, in which several members of my family were definitely OOC for me, and I wanted to portray a depth of love and anguish in such a way as to make Daniel almost evil. In any case, I believe that when faced with the impending loss of his significant other (again, and after losing his beloved Sha're), Daniel reacted in a "knee-jerk" manner quite appropriate for one of his background, first as a child losing his parents, then losing his foster parents as he was plunged into the foster care system, and finally after gaining his wife and family on Abydos only to lose them again.

Please keep reading, and I promise you things will definitely get better!

VMD-J

Cam loved cooking.

There was just something about watching slabs of pork become crispy strips of bacon, drenched in its own fat and dripping the juicy goodness through the thickest of paper towels that he had spread lavishly across a plate, that made his mouth water.

That didn't mean he didn't also love saving the world. The two sort of…hinged on one another. Without a bellyful of grease drenched bacon, pancakes or waffles, scrambled eggs, toast with a thick encrustation of butter and jelly or jam or both (depending on his desire for maximum Jackson annoyance due to the sugar rush that day), sausage, and two bowls of corn pops for dessert, he wouldn't be able to think on his feet, shoot like a sniper, and keep tabs on Jackson off world, all at the same time.

Speaking of his teammate…

Wincing as he speared another strip of the meat and received several boiling splatters against his skin in retaliation, he glanced at the neatly set table and sighed. Okay, not so neatly. Waffles were stacked haphazardly on separate plates from where he had tossed them in an attempt to alleviate his burned fingers after grabbing them out of the toaster a few moments ago. Syrup clung to nearly every surface along with clumps of melted butter. Egg goo had caked on the stove, and at least a third of the shredded cheese had spilled across the counter in his hurried dash to get to the forgotten and somewhat burnt eggs.

Who needed perfection? Pregnant woman ate everything they could put their hands on.

At least, that's what Gramma Mitchell always said.

"Vala, Heads up on breakfast!" Mitchell's shout pulled the sleeping woman awake almost instantly, she blinked twice in the morning sunlight spreading across her bed and smiled before stretching and turning onto her side away from the bright rays. Dragging the blanket over her head, she burrowed deeper into the warmth of her nest before closing her eyes and sighing in satisfaction. Before long, she was sleeping again.

"Vala."

She swatted at the hand shaking her shoulder gently yet insistently.

"I don't recall asking for a wakeup call this early." she grumbled into her pillow. His response was to yank the blanket away from her, forcing her to roll over again to hide from the sunlight. Cameron tugged her arm.

"Vala, come on. You're setting a bad example for the kid already, and it's not even here. It's going to be just as sleepy as you, and that's saying something. Course, with Jackson as the daddy, it might inherit the gene that never sleeps." He shook her again when she nodded off.

"Cameron, please. I just fell asleep." She pleaded.

"Fifteen hours ago, yeah. Come on. Breakfast is on the table, getting cold. Baby needs food." he tempted her with the promise of food, and now that she was conscious Vala could indeed smell the unmistakable aroma of freshly prepared bacon, eggs, and waffles. Her favorite meal. "Alright, I'm awake, you can stop shaking me." she grumbled, sitting up and swinging her legs over the edge of the mattress. "Don't you have a planet to save?" she went on, giving him as stern a glare as she could muster that early in the morning.

"Cancelled. Jackson called the general and told him you had disappeared to parts unknown, wanted you found. Landry scrubbed the mission and called me and the rest of the team. I explained the goings on to him, and he's covering for you until the baby is born. Then, you're on your own, Jackson-wise."

"I should really call Samantha. Let her know what's going on." Vala sighed, sliding off the bed.

"Yeah, about that. Might want to be careful how you tell her things. She might have some differing views on things, and if you start out telling your version, it might offend her enough to take Jackson's side. Not only that, you might lose a valuable friend. Test the waters first, see what her views on things are before you just start plugging away at Jackson." Mitchell suggested.

"You sound as if I might be trying to pick a fight." Vala grumbled.

"Yeah, well, you're not exactly known for your tact." Mitchell replied.

"Name me three instances when I didn't have perfect tact." She pouted, thinking she had him there.

"There was the time you told General Landry he should think about losing a few pounds, the time you told Jackson that I was the one that nicked his car in the parking lot, that time with Sam about a year ago when she swore never to speak to you again the last planet we visited, which incidentally is how you found out you were pregnant…should I keep going or have I made my point?" Mitchell asked with a slight grin.

"No, no, that should be sufficient. Honestly, how you keep track of things like that is beyond me." Vala smiled back, getting up with a wince as she put pressure on her wounded leg. "What was it that Carolyn wanted me to do again? Keep the pills down and what else?" She asked as she followed him to the kitchen.

"Keep your leg active. Walk around on it and all. Not so much that you don't give it time to heal, but enough that it doesn't get stiff. Like when you get leg cramps after playing basketball or football. All the injury and running we did to get away from the natives on PX-whatever stressed it. Just walk around a bit after you eat. Should be okay." Mitchell replied.

They ate in silence for several minutes before Vala set her fork down to ask the question foremost on her mind. "What if Daniel never wants the baby?"

Mitchell glanced up at her softly voiced worry, knew what she was really asking.

"You won't have to worry about that. He loves kids, spends half his time off world talking to them, and he's mentioned to me once in passing how he and his wife were trying to have a baby. Even if he's out of his mind angry with you right now, he'll be there for the kid. He's not going to pull your dad's bag of tricks on it. Popping in and out of it's life when it's convenient for him. He's going to be around for everything, good or bad. That's just the kind of guy he is. You won't be raising the baby alone." he replied firmly, hoping to allay her fears.

She nodded, and he tossed a strip of bacon at her. "But you already knew that." He teased.

She smiled and tossed it back. "Don't throw your food." She smirked. Cameron laughed, taking his plate to the sink.

"So, how you want to play this? You get there first, or you want to come in after me? Or you want to just show up together? Which, now that I think about it, might give Jackson the wrong idea. You first, or me?" he asked.

Vala smiled at his worries, although they knew she was really wondering the same thing herself.