Doting [for Sam]
Okay, so, keeping the pregnancy a secret hadn't really been a big deal but Jack was coming up with new and creative ways to say he needed to head home to check on Sam. People were going to think he'd started taking a sudden interest in astrophysics but it was not something he figured was anyone's business but his and hers. He had some really weak tea from up at the Compound, though, and a wet cloth to hold over her forehead, if she wanted it.
"Sam? Samantha? Doing okay or should I clear out for a little longer and give you some space?"
He was trying to be respectful of her this time around and not act like he knew everything, which he didn't, and just let them find the way naturally. Kinda hard, sure, but he'd never backed down from something just because it wasn't easy.
"Sam? Samantha? Doing okay or should I clear out for a little longer and give you some space?"
He was trying to be respectful of her this time around and not act like he knew everything, which he didn't, and just let them find the way naturally. Kinda hard, sure, but he'd never backed down from something just because it wasn't easy.
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He tousled her hair lightly. "Doing okay other than being sick?"
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"We'll get that uh...broken thermostat under control soon and you can continue to bake your bun. I think I just compared my wife to an oven."
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"I just don't like it when you don't feel good, especially when there's nothing I can really do about it."