AU: Charlie is over the moon about Bree's pregnancy and decides that this is the sign he was waiting for. Samantha is on a mission to find them their own bathroom.

TRIGGERS: Implied Sexual Situation


Chapter 10: Houses, with bathrooms. Plural.

Saturday, 19th June 2004 – Samantha and Jack's house – Charles Kawalsky

Pregnant. I couldn't believe it. They had been behind that closed door for an agonising seven minutes while I relentlessly paced outside waiting. Waiting for the door to open, waiting for confirmation, waiting to wrap my arms around Bree and tell her how much I loved her. Sure, it had only been three months, but I had known almost immediately how I felt about her. I remembered a long past conversation between Samantha, Jack and I just before they got married about love and how it happens when you least except it. I had scoffed into my beer and told them how much bullshit that was. Jack had bit back that one day it would happen to me, but I never believed him. God, how wrong I had been.

The strange thing was that what I was feeling right now for Bree was so much more than what I had ever felt for Samantha, and it occurred to me that maybe she had been right and that what we had was only lust. A temporary need to fill the void left in both our souls when Jack was killed. He had been my best friend. Fighting the inevitable feelings of solitude and despair that I descended into despite my role in his death, however unavoidable, would have been naïve and pointless. Samantha would have killed herself – thereby snuffing out Grace's chance at life – and I would have drunk myself into a mindless stupor if we hadn't shared in our grief. Given each other something to cling to, other than alcohol or a bullet, something to pull us out of the darkness left by the death of our Jack O'Neill.

When she discovered Grace, she found a new lease on life, a new purpose, and even though Grace turned out to not be my daughter, she was my best friends daughter which was all that mattered at the time. The anger I felt in the days leading up to us coming back here was unwarranted and unfair. Jack had died, but another Jack had given Samantha the will to live, and for that, I owed him a debt of gratitude I could never repay. Little did I know at the time, that Samantha gave him that same will after the death of his Major Carter.

At length, the door opened to reveal Samantha in her green summer dress that was way too small in several places, though my eyes were fixed to the woman behind her wearing yoga pants, a tank top, messy hair, tired eyes, and tear stains on her red cheeks. She was so beautiful. As I looked at her, two more tears tracked down her face and I recognised fear.

"Oh, baby. C'mere." I said and held my arms out. She took four shuffling steps and folded herself into my body letting out several more hulking cries. Wrapping my arms around her and tucking my face into her messy hair covered neck, I breathed her in and held on as Samantha made her way back down to the dining area.

"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry." She warbled into my chest; her tears so great that I could feel them trailing their way through the fine dusting of hair present there. I couldn't see the results on the little white plastic stick, though I didn't need to. Her emotion was all I needed to know that there were two red lines sitting over there.

"Shh, there's nothing to be sorry for." I soothed with words as one hand stroked her back and the other feathered through her hair as I held her shaking form against mine. Since we both made the decision to not use back up protection, I would not let her take the blame for this, not that there was any blame. I had known about the antibiotics. I was with her at the pharmacy when she had them made up, though in the throes of our passion neither of us even considered accidental pregnancy.

"I should have… I dunno… remembered, or… oh God, please don't hate me…" She cried and held on tighter as if I would walk away and let her go through this alone. "Winona was right." She said then choked out a massive sob of pure anguish. It had only been yesterday when she vented to me about her sister and all the vitriolic things she had been saying, and how she had driven away every other man in Bree's life. My resolve had been set to not let that happen, that if we went our separate ways, Winona's interference would not have been the cause. Then again, my plan was to hold onto her forever, if she would let me.

"Hey, don't say that. She's not right, and I don't hate you… I don't even not like you." I replied wondering if I could say what I felt. Would she believe me? Did she feel the same? I knew she liked me, but it had only been three months. Everything was so new, so fresh and I was scared that if I said those words that she would laugh and tell me I was a fool. She pulled back a little and looked up at me, and my God, I could have drowned in her eyes, but she closed them so she could breathe through a bout of nausea.

"So, you like me?" She asked with a sniffling breath in, her eyes opening again. She was still trembling and clearly struggling with the extreme emotions her condition was causing. Her pink tongue peaked out to moisten her lower lip and I found myself staring, the desire to dip my head and kiss her was undeniable, but she didn't need that now.

"You could say that." I replied hesitantly despite the image of Samantha in my brain smacking me on the back of the head for not just being honest. Flicking my eyes briefly down the hallway, I could see her standing there with a determined look of ass-kickery on her face. I had seen that look before and I knew what it meant. Looking back at Bree with her trembling lip and questioning eyes, I made the decision to take that leap of faith and hope it wasn't going to land me on my ass with another broken heart.

"In fact, you could say… that…" I took in a breath and looked at her lips again, "…I love you." When her tears started falling again, I held my breath and squeezed my eyes closed as I waited for the rejection, waited for her to try and escape.

"You love me?" She asked tightening her hold, "You really love me?" She repeated, then smiled and let out a crying sigh of something as an audible tremble ran through her body. Her hands came to my face as my eyes opened. "I love you too." She whispered and pulled my head down, our lips coming together in a controlled and lovingly platonic manner that imparted a reflection of the same feelings.

She kissed and nipped and cried while whispering that she loved me over and over turning my apprehensive doubt into an explosion of joy. Squeezing my arms around her, I lifted her off her feet and carried her back into the bathroom. I wanted to see the results for myself. I wanted to bask in the knowledge that she was pregnant with my baby. Putting her down so she could lean against the cabinet, I looked down and found the little plastic stick bearing those glaringly obvious lines of confirmation.

"It's true, wow…" I huffed a sigh, then put my hands on Bree's face and kissed her long and slow, injecting everything I felt into that kiss. When we parted, I felt a huge smile grow. "I'm going to be a Daddy." I said, then slowly made my way south intent on showing her how much I wanted this.

"You already are." Bree replied, wearing her own smile.

Just before I kneeled, it occurred to me that perhaps this was the sign I had been waiting for. The thought made itself known suddenly as if it had been lying in wait for the perfect time. While I had wanted it to be special, I was not anticipating a moment that felt so perfect to happen so soon. Pulling back from her, I gazed into her teary eyes. Tears of happiness and for a split moment, I saw my future in her irises. My hopes and dreams for a family of my own bloomed in their hazel depths. In that moment, I missed my Jack O'Neill more than ever. He would be laughing his ass off right now. He had been telling me for years that it would happen to me.

"Charlie. Are you OK?" Bree asked, a look of consternation crossing her face.

"Yeah. Just give me a minute. OK?" I asked with a small nod and a smile, trying to convey that this was not me running away from her. If anything I was running to her. My heart was racing so fast I could feel it thumping in all my pressure points. Taking a step back, I sensed her trepidation. "Just stay here." She nodded though the apprehension had not left her features. She was scared. After the talk we had yesterday about the guys and her sister being… well a complete bitch, I could understand why she was scared. "I promise, I am not running." I tried to allay her fears.

Taking a couple of steps back before turning, I hurried to my bedroom, pulled open the wardrobe door and rummaged down the bottom under layers of scuba diving equipment that I inherently knew that Jack hadn't used since Iraq looking for the battered cigar tin that held a bunch of things sacred to me. We all had one. Well, maybe not all of us, but certainly every black operative I had ever worked with had a tin or a box hidden away with special things. Something we could grab along with the contents of our safe in the event that we had to leave a location fast. Opening it, I found the small velvet pouch that held my prize. It felt heavy in my hand and thoughts along the lines of 'was this too fast?' and 'would this look like a panic proposal?' shadowed my mind despite the fact that we just confessed our shared love. With a deep breath, I pushed those unproductive thoughts aside and focused on what mattered. I loved her and she was having my baby.

Closing my hand around the velvet pouch and clamping the lid back on my tin, then putting it back in its current home, I turned and came back down to the bathroom to find Bree hugging herself, her head bowed and a distinct look of extreme discomfort. As much as I hated to see her like this, the fact that it was because she was carrying child made me grin like an idiot.

Kneeling on my knees and lifting her top, I put my lips on her stomach. "Hey, baby." I repeated the words I had used to Samantha's bump earlier, though this time it was different… this time, my next words filled me with a level of delight I didn't know I could feel, "I'm your Daddy." I said, then kissed the flat expanse that held my child. Moving my hands from Bree's hips to encircle her, I continued. "Now baby, you need to be nice to your…" I paused and looked up at her. She gazed back and smiled with a barely perceptible nod of her head, "…you need to be nice to miya and stop making her sick." I repeated my words, this time with the Diné word for 'your mother'." Bree giggle cried and threaded her fingers through my hair while I whispered to her stomach.

"How did you know that word?" She asked through her tears.

I smiled and kissed her stomach. "Would you believe me if I said I… ah... Goggled it?" I replied making her giggle again.

"It's Google, silly." She corrected my error. Goggle, Google. I didn't care. It was Samantha's idea to use this new fandangle 'search engine' in the first place, but only because one of Daniel's 20 plus languages was not Navajo.

"Details." I replied while I turned the velvet pouch around in my hand behind Bree's back and distracted myself with feathering my lips across her stomach. Several harsh intakes of breath from Bree meant she was holding back another wave of nausea.

"What did I say, young miss or mister Kawalsky?" I murmured receiving a chuckle back for my efforts.

"What if they are a miss or mister Wilson." Bree said, "I'm told I made shimá horribly sick." She added with a smile. I smiled at her mention of last names and wondered if she would take mine.

"Well, we could flip a coin if you like." I joked earning myself another broad smile for my efforts. "Or maybe…" I brought my arm around and uncurled my hand with the velvet pouch. She covered her mouth with her hands and drew in several sharp breaths that sounded half way between a gasp of excitement and an attempt at stopping the flood gates. She hesitated in taking it, so I did the honours. "Brittany Aiyana Wilson," I said her full name for the first time, "would you do me the very great honour of becoming…"

"Yes!" She cried, then held out her hand and wriggled her fingers, so I slid the ring on. She bounced a little and leaned down to kiss me. "Oh God, not now…" She mumbled, then moved like lightning over to the toilet to be sick. Once she was done, she stood up to retrieve the half full glass of water and washed her mouth out. I knew I shouldn't be smiling, but I so couldn't help it. Shuffling over to her on my knees, I laid my head on her stomach.

"I don't think you're listening." I spoke to my child, then kissed her stomach drawing out a laugh while her fingers twirled in my hair. "You'll have two older cousins, well close enough anyway, maybe some younger ones too when Uncle Jack comes home." Bree laughed again.

"Are you sure about that?" She asked looking down at me. I turned my eyes to hers and smiled.

"Oh, yeah. Those two, can't keep their hands off each other." I motioned with my head in the direction of the dining area. "If Jack has his way, he'll have a hockey team."

"Hmm, I know what that's like." She responded and drew her lip between her teeth.

"Well, he'll need an opponent team." I suggested earning myself a giggle.

"I meant the hands off each other part. Let me get through one pregnancy and I'll get back to you about the team." She berated though with a massive smile while her fingers ran over the tops of my ears making me hum my approval. She knew just where to touch to elicit all sorts of feelings. "Right now, I really need some more of that tea." She said taking a deep breath and swallowing.

Before I could get up, a soft knock on the door caught my attention. Samantha stood there holding my mobile phone wearing a massive smile. "Charlie. The estate agent is on the phone. She wants to know if you are still interested in that apartment in Manitou." She said, while spinning the phone that showed an on-hold icon in her two fingers. Gripping a hold of the cabinet, I stood up, my knees creaking a little from all the abuse they had had over the years.

"No." I replied then looked at Bree, "It's too small." I said, "We need a dormitory." I jested then kissed her. She kissed me back but giggled the whole time.

"I told you…"

"I know, but since I have two sets of twin sisters…" I murmured then kissed down the column of her neck making her sigh and dig her fingers into my lower back, "…like I said… dormitory." I repeated with a growl when her fingers dipped under the elastic of my pants.

"Ah, guys." Samantha said with a hint of laughter in her tone. "Phone call. Agent on hold." She reminded me.

"I'll call her back." I murmured because I was in no state to go anywhere. Especially not when my pregnant fiancée was running her hands up and down the column of my spine.

"OK. I'll tell her." Samantha said, then took a step back. Two seconds later, she stuck her head around the corner. "Charlie… bedroom is that way." She reminded me, "No sex in my bathroom." She said then looked down to where my very interested third party was hiding.

"Yes, ma'am." I replied with a mock salute. She smiled and disappeared, her voice travelling down the hallway as she took the agent off hold.

"How did she know about…" Bree started to ask but finished off the question by using the top of her thigh to press onto my erection making me groan. All this forever talk of houses and babies and marriage when Bree was already carrying my child had made me want her even more than I normally did. Running my hands under her tank top and brushing my thumbs across her nipples, she gasped and looked at me with hooded eyes. "Charlie…" She half warned, though her timbre of voice was more seduction than caution.

"Mmm…" I hummed while kissing from her neck to her collarbone as I drew the top higher. She tasted so good. Better than ever and I fancied that now it was because she was pregnant and wearing my ring. Like she was completely mine and no one else's.

"Charlie… aoh…" She moaned when my lips wrapped around her pert nipple. Opening my mouth, I sucked even more of her breast into my mouth. "Oh my… oh God, that's so… good… so…"

"Shower." I growled, then pulled her top over her head while she fumbled with the elastic of my pyjama pants cursing when they got stuck on my burgeoning interest. He would have to wait his turn. Bree's condition meant she would have heightened sensitivity everywhere. What better way to take her mind off her morning sickness than to have her screaming my name.

~ ~ C 💓 B ~ ~

Samantha O'Neill

The agent had not been impressed, but when I explained the situation, her tone had changed seeing the opportunity to sell a larger house. Unfortunately, Charlie's coffers were not as large as mine since his status had not been loaded into the Air Force computers as fast as mine. While I had arrived here to find that according to the Air Force, I had existed for five years, was married to Jack and earning a salary with no expenses. Charlie had not been so lucky. He simply did not have the funds or the credit rating to be able to afford a full-on house.

Opening my laptop and pulling up a houses' for sale website, I entered in the parameters that would find a property similar to our brownstone somewhere close by. Jack had bought this place with a sizable deposit after his divorce settlement from Sara. Despite everything, their split had been amicable with her paying him out for half of the Winter Park house. She had initially refused the alimony, but Jack had insisted, though that had stopped a few years ago when she remarried.

I didn't need all of the money that was sitting in my account, so I figured I could provide Charlie with a down payment that would allow him to get a financially manageable mortgage for a decent house. I knew that Charlie would insist that he paid me back though I didn't expect it. Getting them settled in a place of their own was the least I could do. Just as the page loaded, a very loud and very animate screaming cry reached my ears. So much for the no sex in my bathroom rule. Apparently, Charlie did not consider the shower as part of the bathroom. I knew what he was doing to Bree and while I wasn't jealous per se, I was longing for the same treatment. Unfortunately, Jack was not here. Closing my eyes, I crossed my legs and squeezed while trying hard not to hear what was happening. It didn't work.

"Dammit, Samantha. He's not here." I muttered a curse and focused on the houses just as string of 'oh God's' erupted followed by another cry. "For crying out loud, Charlie." I cursed again. I had always known that the second trimester was going to be the worst part of my pregnancy. Last time, I was ravenously horny and had purposefully purchased a very nice combination vibrator so that I did not jump Charlie as often. Sadly, that toy was sitting in the top drawer of a house I would never see again on the other side of a slagged quantum mirror. The sounds escalated, now it was both of them.

"Holy Hannah!" I huffed, then opened a new tab and navigated to an adult shopping page. If Charlie and Bree were going to be staying here any longer, I needed something – anything – to keep myself entertained. Typing in the name of my toy from home, I hit enter and was presented with a page that had eight options. Scrolling down, I found what I was looking for and added it to my cart despite the hefty price tag. Then I figured that while I was here, I would look at some other things I had toyed with the idea of trying out. Before I knew it, I had five items totalling just under $1500 in my cart. Looking at the list, I reasoned with myself that I had at least another month without my husband, and I was in my second trimester. Plus living in a house with a couple of rabbits. Yes. I needed these. All of these. Maybe Jack would use some of them on me when he was back. Licking my lips, I moved to the address and delivery section choosing the express option that would have my items on the fastest turn around before entering my credit card details and processing payment just as Charlie cried out to the big man in the sky. The man just didn't know how to orgasm quietly. At least Bree had an excuse. Once my payment was finished, I moved back to the houses and narrowed down the search criteria for 'available now' because I didn't know how much more of this I could take.

Bree was the first one to emerge, her hair wet and her complexion looking much better than it had been thirty minutes ago. Immediately my eyes caught the sparkly accoutrement on her finger.

"So, good shower then." I asked giving her a look. She half smiled and tried to hide her face.

"Sorry." She muttered as she took a seat at the table, star fishing her hand to just look at Charlie's ring. It was beautiful.

"Please. I'm jealous of you, not angry. Charlie, however, well I'm kinda pissed at him." I said then smiled back. "The bedrooms are further away, more walls, less echo."

"Were you… ah, I mean did you…" She tried to ask about Charlie and me when I was pregnant with Grace.

"Sometimes, when I was having a really bad day." I confessed, then reached forward and grasped her hand. "Bree, what happened between us was more self-preservation that anything else. You see, Jack didn't remember him. The last memory Jack had was just after Charlie was seriously injured, we thought it was fatal." I explained using the mission from this reality that took Charlie's life on this side as the basis for my lie. "Charlie lost his best friend in the same accident that I lost my husband. We didn't have anyone else but each other." I rationalised hoping that I would never have to allay her fears again. Of course, I would have to tell Charlie, Jack and the rest of SG-1 because they would no doubt meet Bree. She squeezed my hand and looked at me.

"Thank you, Samantha." She replied as I ran my finger across the elegantly set diamond and emerald band. It suited her.

"No, thank you Bree. You have done for him what I could never have done, and for that you have my eternal gratitude."

"I can only imagine the conversation when I tell Winona that he has proposed and we're pregnant. She won't like it." Bree suddenly looked sad at the prospect of having that conversation. I felt her pain. The day I told Mark I was marrying an Air Force Colonel was the day he told me that I was dead to him. Not that it stopped him from attending my wedding and making waves with his annoying college friend. Even though this realities Mark was said to different, the prospect of reaching out to him was so daunting that I refused to entertain the idea. As far as he was concerned, his sister was dead and passing myself off as his Sam's identical twin would backfire even if that was the official Air Force cover story.

"Charlie will have your back. I can promise you that. He is a good man. A great man actually." I said with a beaming smile of reassurance just as Charlie walked out blessedly fully clothed.

With a quick look along the top of my website pages, I confirmed that I had closed down the page from my impulse shopping spree, then spun it around. Towards the both of them.

"What's this?" Charlie asked.

I smiled, "Houses, with bathrooms. Plural." I replied with my own smirk as I stood, grabbed the two empty mugs and wandered back into the kitchen to make a fresh batch of ginger tea laughing when I heard Bree giggle and Charlie mutter an expletive.