Sam's brain woke up slowly as her ears registered the sound of ice pinging against the window of Jack's bedroom. Correction, she smiled to herself, her and Jack's bedroom.

It had been six weeks since the eventful day she'd learned she was carrying the savior of the Asgard race. It had taken less than a day for Janet to confirm T'Mar was biologically related to Sam, Jack, and Daniel.

It was still hard to grasp the idea that Daniel was going to be her unborn daughter's father-in-law. Jack took great delight in teasing Daniel every chance he got, especially considering he now had irrefutable proof that the archeologist was going to be a daddy within the next few years. T'Mar wouldn't reveal anything about his paternal grandmother, much to Daniel's frustration. All he'd say is that she was a force to be reckoned with.

Thor had zipped off to consult the Asgard High Council about the development. He'd returned about two weeks later with news that while the High Council disagreed with manipulating the timeline, they were willing to overlook the transgression considering they'd had no part in it; also, it broke no known treaty laws. Jack had quipped how very diplomatic of them while rolling his eyes.

Over the next two weeks, Thor and T'Mar had worked non-stop to determine a way to safely introduce the genetic modification needed to Sam and Jack's unborn child. They'd finally settled on a genetic radiologic infusion. At first, both parents had been adamantly against the alterations, fearing the possible ramifications. Surprisingly, it was Jack who came around first after Thor had vowed on his consciousness's life that no harm would befall Sam or the child. She had finally agreed after T'Mar reminded them that doing this would make their daughter capable of protecting herself against almost anyone.

The actual genetic modification procedure consisted of Sam transporting to Thor's ship and laying in some sort of bio bed for five minutes. It was over and done with before she could even complain about the uncomfortable bed, making her feel a little foolish over her overprotective instincts.

That had taken place a couple of weeks ago, after which General Hammond had ordered all of SG-1 to take the following two weeks off. Today was officially their first day back on the job. Even though Sam was off active duty due to the pregnancy, she still had plenty of scientific work waiting for her. Jack was on semi-active duty; however, Hammond assured them he wouldn't be sent into the field unless absolutely necessary. Part of his reasoning had been not wanting to split Jack's focus, but the other reason was the couple hadn't actually been physically apart since forming their bond. While T'Mar assured everyone the it wouldn't have any adverse effects on them, no matter their distance apart, it wasn't a theory Hammond wanted to test given Sam's current condition—something she was secretly relieved to here.

Throwing the covers back and letting the cool winter air touch her skin, Sam shivered once before donning her robe. Glancing at the alarm clock, she noted it was already eight in the morning, and they were expected on base by ten. Usually an early riser, she yawned, knowing the pregnancy was to blame for her sleeping in. Jack had probably showered already, and judging from the aroma wafting through the air, he'd made breakfast too.

Padding out to the kitchen, she found him fully dressed and humming lightly. Through their bond, she knew he sensed her approach, so she wrapped her arms around his back, peaking over his shoulder at the bacon frying.

"Mornin'," he smiled at her. "For some reason, I had an incredible craving for bacon and chocolate."

"Sounds yummy," she laughed. Over the past few days, Jack had started experiencing her cravings for odd food combinations. The funny part was, he got the craving a few minutes before it actually registered in her mind. At first, neither of them had realized what was happening. One night he had fixed popcorn with butter and cinnamon right before she thought about it. The next day, he'd driven through Wendy's and ordered french fries with a frosty without her asking. Last night it finally hit her what was happening when he'd produced vanilla ice cream and pickles a full five minutes before her craving struck. He'd been staring at the combination in horror, but kept telling her it sounded like the perfect snack.

"If this keeps up, I'm going to gain fifty pounds," he laughed and drizzled Hershey's syrup onto the crispy bacon.

"Nah," she popped a piece in her mouth. "Cravings are usually gone by the middle of the second trimester."

"Thank god," he shook his head, trying the strange concoction. "It's appalling how good this tastes."

———POV———

The drive to the base was slower than normal due to the icy rain. Jack and Sam slipped into the briefing room right at ten o'clock.

"Colonel, Major," General Hammond nodded in greeting.

"Good morning, sir," Sam smiled politely.

You okay? Jack asked, an odd note in his tone.

Yeah, just a little stomach upset, she said, but Jack thought she looked a little green.

Too much bacon and chocolate, he quipped, causing her to snort.

"Sorry, Sir," she said immediately at Hammond's look, but Jack couldn't help his internal snickering.

What is that? Jack asked at the sudden wave of nausea sweeping through him.

Ignore it, she ordered. It'll pass.

Jack felt his face heat up as his tongue turned fuzzy. The bacon he'd eaten suddenly created a coppery taste in his mouth.

Sam— he groaned, are you feeling this?

Ignore. It. She ordered again.

"Jack?" Daniel asked across the table. "You alright?"

"What?" He pressed a hand to his stomach as it rolled again. "Yeah, Fine," he mumbled, feeling anything but.

"O'Neill," Teal'c looked concerned, "you appear to be unwell."

"Sam?" Daniel looked at her perplexed. "What's going on? Do you know what's wrong with him?"

"Just a little morning sickness," she shrugged sipping a glass of water.

Jack sensed the nausea reaching the point of no return. Swinging his chair around, he reached for the trash can and emptied the contents of his stomach. An instant feeling of relief filled him.

"Morning—" Daniel's face lit up like a Christmas Tree. "Oh my god, Jack, you have morning sickness!"

"Shut up, Daniel," he muttered, accepting a tissue from Sam.

"But why aren't you getting sick?" Daniel turned to look at Sam.

"Oh I definitely feel nauseous," she took another sip of water, "but it's not too bad."

"Not too bad!?" Jack said as another urge to vomit made his stomach clench.

"Colonel," General Hammond drew his attention, "should we postpone the briefing?"

"No, sir," Jack forced himself to speak past the overwhelming need to gag. "I'll be alright."

"Very well," Hammond continued. "Thor has requested that three of their scientists be allowed to set up a base of operations at the SGC. They wish to conduct some studies without interrupting your and Major Carter's lives."

"I appreciate that," Sam said. "I could also use their assistance on some of the artifacts I need to examine."

"Very well," Hammond nodded, "as long as there are no objectives, I'll approve the request."

The briefing continued for the next thirty minutes as General Hammond brought SG-1 up to speed on what had been happening over the past two weeks. After the first ten minutes, Jack completely zoned out the voices as he focused on the steady tick of the clock. The rhythmic sound was the only thing that helped to calm his stomach. He knew Sam was experiencing the same sensations, but for some reason, she didn't seem to be reacting quite as badly.

I was always nauseous during a certain time of the month, he heard her explain to him while continuing her conversation with Hammond. This isn't that different, yet.

"O'Neill," Teal'c's voice broke through his concentration, the wave of nausea increasing as a result.

"Yeah, T?" Jack's mouth felt like it was filled with cotton.

"I asked if you wanted to join us in the cafeteria," he repeated. "They are serving your favorite, beef tacos."

Shooting up from his chair and out of the room, he slapped a hand over his mouth in a futile attempt to dissuade his stomach from hurling.

———POV———

"Jack?" Daniel called, entering the men's restroom. "You alright? Sam wanted me to check on you."

"Go away," he groaned in response. "Lemme die in peace."

Daniel rolled his eyes at the over-the-top response, but kept the sarcasm out of his tone. "I'm sure you've been through much worse." He winced as he heard the sound of dry-heaving. "Okay, maybe not."

"I don't know how women do it," Jack flushed the toilet and opened the stall door. "Morning sickness is a normal pregnancy thing, right?"

"So I'm told," Daniel shrugged. He had no personal experience with it. "What was Sara's pregnancy like?"

Jack looked guilty. "She was sick every morning for the first three months," he sighed. "I remember telling her she was overreacting to just a little nausea," he winced. "Boy was I wrong."

"Come on," Daniel clapped him on the back. "Maybe Janet can give you some anti-nausea meds."

"Worth a shot," Jack agreed. "Maybe the calming effects will help Sam, too."

Daniel bit his cheek to stop a grin. Sam had seemed mostly fine when she sent him to check on Jack. She had a light case of nausea, but nothing even close to this. Maybe women were right; men were just big babies about being sick. That thought led to another one.

"Hey Jack?" Daniel stopped walking. "You guys experience each other's physical and emotional feelings, right?"

"Seems that way," Jack said.

"Pain, too?"

"Pain, too," Jack agreed, looking irritated.

"So what's going to happen when Sam goes into labor?"

Jack's eyes widened at the thought before he turned and flew back into a bathroom stall.