"Perfect," Jack said, willing to drop it for a moment just so they could have some time that wasn't he or Sam upset, in tears or at each others' throats. There were still nine months to go and Jack wondered if it'd get any easier; this was hard when both parties weren't happy.

He busied himself with spreading out the blanket and that done, settled, tugging Sam into his arms to watch the shower.

"Love you, Carter. You know that, right?"