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Jack hadn't fought with Sam very often and while he thought they were probably on good terms again, this was the longest they'd gone without you know since they'd finally, officially hooked up.

Maybe that was a stupid thing to be worried about but Jack had worried. He wasn't so good at the talking thing, especially when it came to his feelings, and it was a lot easier and a lot more genuine to express his love and admiration in a caress down Sam's neck and shoulder or a kiss that went on so long that he saw stars.

She was over in her "office" again and Jack rapped lightly at the door frame, giving her what he hoped was a charming grin.

"You busy, Sam?"

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"It was a nice place," Sam said. "Friendly people, beautiful planet."

"You were there for over three months," Sam added after a minute. "We didn't think there was any way we were going to get you back inside of at least a year, but we did, and that...was the longest three months of my life."

"Did you have feelings then?" Jack asked, surprised at her reaction to that. He'd had feelings, sure, but he didn't know about Sam. She was more reserved.

"I don't remember when I first started having feelings for you," Sam said quietly. "Antarctica, I think, but maybe... maybe before that. It's hard to remember now. It's been so long, for me, that I'm at the point where I don't really remember a time I knew you that I didn't have feelings for you."

"Antarctica, for me," Jack agreed. "I should have told you how I felt after that and I just...didn't. I thought maybe if I ignored it that it'd go away. I didn't ever want you to think that you were coerced or threatened. I respect you so much, Sam. You have no idea."

She leaned her head back against his shoulder and sighed. "I never felt that way, Jack," she said. "I never felt like my position was in jeopardy, I never felt threatened. You were my CO, yes, but you were also my friend."

"Best friend," Jack corrected quietly, smoothing a loose piece of hair back behind her ear. "You make me a better man, Sam. I can't ask for any more than that."

"Best friend," Sam agreed. They sat there in silence for a while, watching the meteors light up the steadily-darkening sky, and then Sam shifted a little so that she was almost facing him.

"Jack," she said softly, and then her voice caught. She found it so hard to talk to him lately, either because she thought she would start an argument or because she just didn't know what to say.

"Yeah, Sam?"

Her voice was a little shaky and Jack didn't know what that meant. Was she upset or just emotional? Never knew, these days, and he tried to keep his own tone even and soft.

"What's going on?"

"Nothing," she said quietly. "It's just... I love you. That's all." She shifted so she could kiss him--a very hesitant, careful kiss, but still a kiss. Right at that moment, she needed to kiss him.

It was kinda romantic, curled up on a blanket kissing beneath the starry sky but Jack wasn't really thinking about that, not when he was sliding his hands up to cup Sam's face and deepening the kiss a little.

They needed this, needed the togetherness.

Sam needed this, but when the kiss went on her hands shook a little and she gripped the front of Jack's shirt to try to make them stop. They hadn't really tried to be close like this since she'd told him about the pregnancy, with feelings so bruised like they were, and it left Sam feeling a little uncertain.

Jack broke the kiss and pressed his forehead to hers, just enjoying the closeness for a moment.

"Sam? We okay or do I need to stop?"

She let out a soft, unsteady breath. "I think we're okay," she said, and let go of his shirt, smoothing out the places where her hands had gripped it, bunching it up into wrinkles. "I've missed you."

"I missed you too," Jack said, pressing a kiss to her forehead. "I missed just being with you like this, things being easy. Of course, what's a relationship if it isn't full of drama, right?"

He smirked a little. "So. Any wedding plans on the horizon?"

"I found a dress," she said, brightening. "Finally. But you aren't allowed to see it till the wedding, so it's hanging in my old hut. And hopefully that will keep the cat from shredding it or the wolf from chewing it... you know."

"Thor doesn't chew...much," Jack said, laughing a little. "When did we start collecting a zoo anyway? I think we need to try and find homes for some of these guys. I'm going a little nuts. At least Cash behaves."

"Oh, no, we can't do that," Sam protested. "Poor Socks and Cash have put up with their owners disappearing, and the turtles too. We can't give them away, that's just mean."

"Yeah, I couldn't," Jack agreed, sighing a little. "At least the kiddo's going to have plenty of friends to play with when he shows his face, right?"

It was a casual mention and Jack watched Sam carefully, wondering if that had been okay.

She hesitated for a second, still smoothing out the wrinkles in his shirt where she'd gripped it in her hands. "Every kid has to have a dog, right?" she said, echoing what he'd said to Cassie so many years ago. "It's a law."

"Oh yeah," Jack said, letting a hand drift into her hair. "Sam, I don't...I don't want to avoid talking about the baby. I can try to keep it at a minimum, but I'm excited. It's hard to hide that."

She closed her eyes, tilting her head into his touch. "I don't want you to hide it," she said. "I don't want to avoid talking about it. I'm still not comfortable with it, but when you're excited about it, when you talk about it... it makes me want to be excited about it too."

"You will be, eventually," Jack said, hoping that he'd believe it a little more if he said it out loud. "Being a dad is such a big part of who I am, Sam. I want the chance to do it right this time. I don't want to screw it up like I did last time."

"I'm glad you're getting that chance," she said, opening her eyes to look at him. "And I think you're going to be a great father." That, at least, wasn't something she was worried about. Jack loved kids and doted on half the island whenever he got the chance.

"Hope so," Jack said, letting out a little sigh. "Different, when it's your own kid. I'm just worried that it'll be like with Charlie and I won't do enough to help or something. I don't want you to resent me, Sam. Not for this."

Sam shook her head a little and touched his face, palm against his cheek. "I don't resent you," she said. "And I'm not going to. You're going to be a good father." Jack would be a better father than she would be a mother, that was certain.

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