Jack's hands roam over her. They still haven't had sex, but he's already comfortable enough with her body that it feels like it's his. He loves every inch of her. Oh, there are the obvious places, but his favorites are the ones that are just exciting to him. The curve where her hips met her growing stomach. The spot on his neck that makes her purr. Her long lithe fingers groping through his hair.
Today is the day. They've had luck against them in the first five months they've been together, but today is going to be the day that he is going to get to know all the insides of her body as well as he knows the inside.
The doorbell again. Jack is pretty sure the entire universe is conspiring against him and Sam actually becoming intimate.
"Maybe they'll go away," Jack whispers.
"Maybe you should give up on such crazy hopes, and go put your clothes on," she retorts.
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"Who the hell are you?" A man on the other side of the door demands.
"I'm Jack O'Neill," Jack says leaning against the doorposts, "Is there any reason why you decided to arrive at my house and yell at me?"
"George said my daughter was living here. Right now I'm really hoping that I've got the wrong house," the man replies.
"Well, if you're General Carter, then no such luck," Jack says.
Sam walks down the hallway, and says, "Hi, Dad, it's good to see you." She goes in for a hug, but stares at the bulge in her belly in a way that makes her stop.
"George didn't mention you were pregnant," the man says still angry.
"Dad, who is staying with mom?" Sam asks deciding if he isn't going to play fair neither will she.
"Your mother is fine," Jacob says dismissively, and still staring at his daughter's stomach.
"I don't trust that oxygen machine…" Sam starts to protest.
"I got a new one," Jacob says, and then he waves off his daughter's next objection, "And I have a good nurse to look after her when I was gone. As mad as I am at you, I didn't kill my wife to go yell at you."
She hangs her head, and Jack is shocked and confused by this conversation. He and Sam have been practically living together for months now, and he is learning more about her family in this conversation that he has in all of that time.
"I don't know why you want to yell at me."
"Really? How about the fact that for the last six months I have not known where my daughter was?"
"I made sure that you could have gotten in contact with me if you had called me or sent a letter."
"Great job, you left a forwarding address. Normal people when they move across the country, they actually tell their closest relatives."
"There were extenuating circumstances."
"What were those?" he retorts.
"I'm surprised that Hammond didn't give you the whole story when he decided to tattle to you," Sam throws back like a bitter teenager.
"Listen little girl," Jacob says waving his finger at her, "George only told me, because I called him up worried about how long it's been since you came to visit your mother. I know that you and I haven't always seen eye to eye, but you've never taken it out on your mother."
"I'm sorry," Sam says looking seriously ashamed.
"So what happened? You cheated on Jonas and just ran away with…with him?" Jacob says with a tone of absolute derision.
"I didn't cheat on Jonas," Sam says rubbing a hand over her belly.
"Do you even know who the father is?" Jacob asks.
"Jonas is the biological father, but Jack is the real one."
"Jack, this is a Jack?" Jacob asks thumbing his finger at Jack.
"Yes," Sam says.
"Why the hell didn't you just tell us? If you wanted to call off your engagement fine. If you wanted to move across the country. Fine. Just tell us, Sam. I know that we weren't the best parents, but we deserved that at least!"
"You don't understand."
"What could there possibly be to understand? What would justify not letting your parents know that you moved, or letting them know that you were going to have a baby?" he asks waving his arm at her.
"He abused her, Jacob," Jack puts in.
Sam flinches, so she misses the way that her father's anger collapses into concern.
"She left, and didn't want anyone to know where she was, because she wanted to make sure that he was not going to be able to find her."
"Sam, you still should have told us," Jacob says.
"Jesus Jack," Sam says turning to him in anger, "I thought I explained this to you. I was not some abused damsel in distress. I hit him too," Sam says in frustration.
"Self-defense," her father says. Jack nods in a way that shows he agrees.
"No, it wasn't. Sometimes I was the one who started the fight. This was way more complicated than that. It was bad. It was toxic. But it wasn't all his fault."
"Well, I don't care what you say, if I ever get my hands on him…" Jacob begins.
"He's dead, sir," Jack offers.
His gives Jacob a sharp look.
"In the line of duty," Jack offers.
"Did you know about the kid when you came?" Jacob asks.
"Yeah," Sam admits.
Jacob guesses that this is a part of the reason that his daughter left in the first place. He can't help but be glad for the baby if it saved his daughter from more abuse. He just wonders how his daughter thinks about her surprise baby. He just doesn't know how he should ask, now after he's already done so much yelling at her.
"How long have you been with Jack?" Jacob asks.
Jack was about to answer with a lie in the hopes that it would make Sam look better, but Sam comes out with the truth. "Jack and I have been together since I moved out here."
"Still pretty quick to be moving in together," Jacob points out.
"Thank you for your opinion, Daddy," she quips.
"Have you eaten supper?" Jack asks conversationally trying to ease the tension.
"I did," Jacob says.
"If you had the forethought to pack before you traveled across the country to yell at me you can put your stuff in the…well, it's the kids' room," Sam says.
Jacob has assumed that the "s" was possessive, not plural. He was expecting a room prepared for his grandbaby. So he is not ready for the sight that awaits him when he opens up the door.
"Exactly how many kids have you had without telling your father?" he asks her.
"They're…" Sam is shocked that not claiming the kids as her own is something that causes her this much pain.
"They are mine sir. I was married up until about a year ago. The kids spend time with me each weekend. They… well, they've adopted Sam, sir."
Jacob examines the faces of the two people in front of them. He wonders exactly how serious his daughter is with this new man in her life.
"Sam…" he reaches out and touches her belly. He's uncertain, still wanting to ask her how she feels about it, but not knowing how to word the question so it doesn't sound rude.
She smiles. Unmistakable. She wants to be a mother, and he is certain that she is going to make a wonderful one.
"I'm sorry Sammy," he says hugging her.
"I'm glad you came," she returns.