He had no right to…

“Carter!”

Sam’s head snapped up, from the report in front of her, and Jack noticed curiously, that her hands were curled into fists beside the paper.

“Sorry, SIR,” she mumbled through clenched teeth, “What did you say?”

Jack raised his eyebrow at his 2IC and made a mental note to ask her what’s up after the meeting.

“I said I would like your report please.” He flashed her a grin, which she ignored.

Sam passed her report to the front of the table and went back to her brooding thoughts.

Jack watched his team file out of the room, while Sam sat oblivious to the commotion around her.

He made his way to a seat next to her, and sat down, his eyes never leaving face. Her blue-gray eyes were distant fuelled with anger.

I wonder if this has to do with the present…No it can’t. Sam’s smart enough to know that it wasn’t directly for her.

“Sam. Are you okay?”

She bit her lip so hard, blood tricked down her chin and landed on her shirt.

“No Jack, I’m not okay. You bought me a ‘Pooh Bear’ plush toy, for my birthday?”

She wiped the blood away and sucked on her finger, while anger dripped off her every word, making Jack cringe.

“That wasn’t for you, Sam, it was for the baby!” He said astonished that she hadn’t figured out he knew.

Sam looked at him, the coldness in her eyes replaced by surprise.

“Y…you know?” she breathed.

“I’m not as dumb as I look, Carter. I knew since you started throwing up and getting really…” he searched for a word.

“Bitchy?”

Jack pulled a face.

“I wouldn’t say ‘Bitchy’…”

“I would.” Sam wrapped her hand around Jack’s, lifted it to her mouth and kissed it softly.

“In that case, I love it!”

Jack grinned from ear to ear and pulled her in for a breath-taking kiss.

Sam nibbled at Jack’s lip, before hitting the back of his head lightly.

“You said that out loud!” She mumbled into the kiss.