Sam's eyes fluttered open and she smiled tiredly at Jack. He and SG-1 had returned from their second mission a few hours ago. So far everything had gone off easily, a little unusual for SG-1 really but Sam was greatful all the same. Once she'd sent them for their physical's she'd turned everything over to Colonel Reynolds, leader of SG-3 and Jack's suggestion for his on base second. With a quick nod to him and a quick check with Jamie Sam was curled up on her bed, on top of the covers, fast asleep.

Now Jack was sitting on the edge of the bed beside her, gently running his hand over her hip. "I didn't mean to wake you," he offered softly. Sam hummed softly, letting him know it was alright and he smiled before he leaned down and kissed her temple. "Can I get you anything?" Sam hummed again and Jack chuckled. Somehow, in their short amount of time together he had learned what her hums meant. It was something she did behind closed doors, in intimate moments, when she was completely comfortable and yet he had figured them all out. "Want some company?"

Sam didn't need to hum for that one. Her tired smile grew of its own accord and soon Jack was gently climbing over her so that he was lying behind her with his chest pressed up against her back and his arm wrapped around her so that his hand rested on her stomach. "Happy?"

"Hmm," she hummed and he placed a kiss in her hair.

His hand caressed her stomach before he gently added pressure and he chuckled. "You're stomach is squishy."

"Ja-ck!" Sam whined, trying to pull out of his arms but he just held her tighter.

"Hey, it's a good thing," he said into her hair. "It means you're eating right when I'm not here."

"No, it means I'm fat."

"You're not fat you're pregnant."

Sam shifted until he loosened his grip and she rolled over in his arms so that she could face him. "Jack, I'm two months along and I've gained eight pounds already! When my sister-in-law was pregnant she hardly gained four pounds during the first three months. I've gained twice that and my t-shirts are already straining against this – this baby bump that has never been small. I feel huge already!"

"Just because your t-shirts are tighter doesn't mean you're fat Sam," Jack offered calmly.

"Well I still feel it," she huffed. Her eyes dropped from his face and she found herself staring at the hollow of his neck.

"You're beautiful Samantha." She knew what he was doing and she appreciated it but, it didn't make her feel any better. Jack sighed and kissed her forehead. "I get what you're saying Sam, I really do. You've always been physically fit; and a little underweight if Frasier is anything to go off of. I can understand why extra weight and a squishy stomach is making you feel off but Sam … when the woman that a man loves is caring his child … it's the most beautiful thing."

Sam chewed her lip while she hesitated. Finally she looked up to Jack and was comforted by the truth she saw in his eyes. "Was it the same when Sara was pregnant with Charlie?" They had never spoken about Charlie or Sara, not really, and Sam normally wouldn't have asked but somehow it felt okay to ask.

"Seeing Sara carrying Charlie … the feeling was the same," he offered honestly. "She was beautiful. But, everything I had with Sara was so different. We got married because of Charlie," he said as he lifted a hand to trace her cheek bone with a single finger. "I did love her but I grew to love her. What I had with Sara wasn't anywhere near what I feel for you Samantha. You are the one true love of my life." Sam smiled brightly at him and ignored the tear that fell from her eye and into the pillow. "But what I feel for these two …" he offered a half smile as he placed his palm flat against her stomach before running his hand over her body, around her back and pulling her tightly to him. "I love them as much as I love Charlie, and I'll always love them equally."

Sam's smile brightened and this time she brushed away her tears quickly. She cupped his cheeks with her hands and moved closer to him, placing her lips against his in a gentle kiss. "I love you," she whispered as she pulled away just enough to look into his eyes. "And I love how much you love your children." She could see the understanding in his eyes, the fact that she was including Charlie, not excluding him by saying 'our' children. "Will you tell me about him sometime," she asked as she caressed his cheeks. "I want to know about him. I want the twins to know about him."

Sam smiled gently at him and kissed him back when his lips sought hers. Almost immediately he ran his tongue across her lips and she opened her mouth to his, battling his tongue with her own. Her arms wound around his neck as she tried to hold him closer and keep his mouth on hers but he had other ideas. When they both needed air they pulled apart for only a quick moment before his lips were at her throat. She wanted his lips on hers but she couldn't deny how wonderful his lips felt against her skin.

Somewhere during their kissing his hands hand found their way under her t-shirt and his fingers were dancing across her skin. "Jack …" she moaned gently as his lips moved to the spot behind her ear that made her toes curl.

The moment was interrupted when there was a knock on their door and Sam groaned in frustration as she buried her face in his shoulder. "How many times is this now?"

"I lost count," Jack groaned himself.

"I wonder what the chances are of getting quarters built off base," Sam mumbled before she pushed herself up from the bed, Jack's arms falling away because he couldn't keep her with him now. She grabbed the BDU jacket and pulled it on quickly, hiding her 'baby bump' before she made her way to the door, preparing for more work.