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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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"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.

"Well, it's a partnership," Jack said, kissing her nose lightly. "I've got a great woman watching my six. I think I'm going to do just fine."

Jack tugged her close. "I have always got your six, Carter. Even more, now."

She shifted a little so that she was almost in his lap and hugged him tight. "I love you," she said quietly, lips soft against his neck. "Whatever else happens. That doesn't change."

"I know," Jack said softly. "We've been through too much to let this get us down. We're a family, Sam. Always. Until I'm dead and even then, I'm gonna haunt you."

"I'll hold you to that," she said with a little laugh that had a hint of sadness to it, remembering how he'd died on the floor of that Tok'ra pyramid. She didn't have nightmares about that anymore, thankfully.

"You wanna get out of here, baby? Go back to the hut?"

They hadn't been intimate since Jack had found out about the pregnancy and while it was hardly the most important thing, he felt like they needed the closeness and the connection. He thought maybe that Sam would agree.

"In a minute," Sam said, still holding him close, and then she let go, lying down on the blanket. "Come here?" There was something special about this stretch of beach in the dark, with the sound of the waves and the soft glimmer of falling stars overhead, something special she didn't want to let go of quite yet.

Jack laid beside her and gave her a questioning look. "You know, I gotta put the kibosh on fooling around out here. Rick might wander down and that's gonna be worse to explain than the f-word."

"Oh, no," she said, giggling a little at the idea of Rickon standing over them and scowling and Jack trying to explain. "Not that. It's just... it's nice out here, you know?"

That was part of it--most of it, actually. Not that the island wasn't normally beautiful, but it was especially so tonight. But there was a little part of her that was somewhat skittish at getting close with Jack again, even though she needed it.

"It's gorgeous," Jack agreed. "And not just the scenery."

He ran a hand down her neck and shoulder, smiling a little sappy. "I love you, Sam. I know I keep saying that, but I feel like I need to say it again. I just want everything to be okay between us, you know?"

"Me, too." She sighed a little and scooted closer to him on the blanket. "I think it will be okay. I think we'll be okay."

"Think so too," Jack said, tipping her face back up for another long kiss. "Don't know what I'd do without you. Guess you probably knew that, huh?"

She didn't answer right off, caught up in another long, gentle kiss. By the time they stopped to breathe she was flushed and warm and smiling a little, tracing her fingers down his chest. "Yeah, kind of knew that."

"I've always been easy when it came to smart blondes," Jack agreed, spending a few minutes just holding her close. "You ready to head back in?"

"Yeah," she said softly, sitting up. "Let's go."

She still felt a little weird and unsure, like she was a little bit on the wrong foot, but having this quiet time out here on the beach had alleviated some of it.

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