Three Weeks Later
Jack is late for a briefing, which is weird, because he's the only member of SG-1 who is never late. Daniel marches down to his office, to see him fast asleep on top of a large pile of memos. There is a spot of drool on one of them, and when Daniel calls his friend's name Jack sits up with another memo still stuck to his forehead.
"Are you ok, Jack?" Daniel asks in surprise.
"Yeah, fine, I just might have dozed off," he says, sounding a bit confused.
"You've been really tired lately, Jack," Daniel points out.
"Yeah, well," he glances at his watch, "The briefing!" he jumps up and starts walking down the hallway.
"Ah, Jack, why have you been so tired lately?" Daniel asks running to keep time with the older man.
"It's personal, Daniel," Jack says in a way that clearly lets the younger man know that the subject is closed - at least with Jack.
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Sam's eyes are drooping, too, Daniel notices during the briefing, just not as much as Jack's. They must have had a fight or something. No, that can't be it, because Sam looks happy. Like weirdly happy. He'll have to talk to her about it later. He's going to make a lot more headway with her than he ever would with her husband.
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Daniel walks into Sam's lab carrying the largest and best coffee that this Earth has to offer. "Hey, Sam," he says.
Her head is resting on the table, but she is still working. Her eyes strangely wiggling back and forth across the page of figures and graphs before her.
"Are you okay?" he asks, putting the coffee in front of her.
"Yep!" she says cheerfully, sitting up and looking downright cheerful.
"Um… okay, what's going on?" he asks, confused.
"What do you mean?" she asks with a hint of a dreamy look in her eyes.
"I mean, you're exhausted; Jack's exhausted," he says. Sam's cheeks go a bright shade of red at his words, and he says, "You're kidding! You've been married for what… eight months? And you're still at the stage where no-one gets enough sleep? Good for you," he slides the coffee up to her, "You're going to need this."
Sam is tempted by the delicious smell. She remembered what it was like to have coffee pouring through her veins, but when she decided that they were going to try for a baby, she took everything very, very seriously. She hasn't had any coffee or alcohol or sea food. So she reluctantly pours the coffee down the drain.
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Sam hasn't been working as long hours ever since the two of them decided to have a baby. She's sleep-deprived enough without adding a seventy-hour work week into the mix. When Jack comes home, he can't help but be relieved by the fact that his wife isn't home yet. He immediately collapses on the couch and falls into instant sleep.
He's awoken three hours later by his wife's hands running over his chest.
He groans before he's awake enough to stop it.
"What's wrong? Did I hurt your shoulder?" The bullet wound has been healed for over a week, but she still fusses about it, because she feels as if it is all her fault. If she hadn't gotten kidnapped, he never would have gotten shot saving her.
"No, can we just skip this tonight?" he asks, using his own hands to flick hers away with a dismissive gesture.
"Jack, we're trying to make a baby," she says in a honeyed voice.
"I know Sam, and we've been trying three times a night for weeks now. I think you might be confused. You didn't marry a young man. I'm tired. I just want a break. It's not like the day you ovulate or something is it?"
"No, we've got about four days before that," she says, but she looks disappointed.
Great, he's offended her. He turns himself sideways so he only takes up half of the couch, and pats the couch for her to lay down next to him. She obeys, and once he has his arm wrapped around her he says, "See, this is nice."
"I'm sorry, Jack. It's just… trying to make a baby was exciting. I liked it. Every time I was just thinking… maybe this is the one that will give us a kid. I was excited."
"Umm," he makes the sound, and it radiates from his chest into her body, "I read somewhere once that baby-making sex is the hottest sex a woman will ever have."
"Yes," she says nodding relieved that he understands.
"Also the least hot sex that a man will ever have," he says.
She sighs, disappointed.
"Listen, taking a few days off right before our best chance will improve our chances. Can't we do other things for a few days? Hold hands? Cuddle? Sleep?" he pleads.
"Yes," she agrees.
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The next day
When Sam opens the door to her house, she is greeted by the smell of pot roast. "You made dinner?" she asks, giving him a quick kiss.
"Check out the laptop," he says, gesturing his head toward the table.
She goes over, and giggles when she sees that he has uploaded one of those software programs where you can combine two people's pictures to see what their kid would look like.
"I didn't want you to think I wasn't excited about this thing we're doing," he tells her.
"How long did it take you to find the most ridiculous combination our faces could make?" she asks.
"About an hour," he teases.
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Four days later
"I have a surprise for you," Jack says, getting up as soon as their lovemaking is done. Today is their best chance of making a baby this month, and waiting a few days certainly made it more exciting.
"Jack, I'm supposed to keep my legs up for a while," she protests.
"I know, I wasn't expecting you to move," he says, heading to the closet.
She is surprised that he actually knew that. Did he actually do her assigned reading? "Jack, did you read the conception chapter in my baby books?"
"Yep," he says cheerfully emerging from the closet with a triangular pillow.
"Where did you find that?" she asks with a giggle.
"Well, actually, it's made so people with severe disabilities can sit up by themselves. We're actually using it backward," he says as he angles it under her legs. "More comfy? You want a foot massage while you wait?" he asks laughingly.
"I'm not pregnant yet," she says.
"You deserve to be spoiled even if you're not having my baby," he says. Then he gets a wicked grin on his face, "If not a foot massage, how about a little something to suck the sperm down your cervix."
"You're horrible at talking dirty," Sam accuses.
"Yet you were foolish enough to marry me," he says using his hand to begin the fulfillment of his promise.