Title: I think I love you
Author: Venom_69

Category: Romance, humor.
Pairing: Sam/Jack
Rating: PG
Summary: Post Baby Blues
Spoilers: None.
Season/sequel: Part 6 in the “Hate is such a strong word” series.
Archive: SJ, Heliopolis, my site. Anywhere else, sure, just let me know where so I can come visit.
Disclaimer: Don’t own them, never will. Promise to put them back in the state I found them. Song isn’t mine either.
Author’s notes: For Lori, and all of the other people following this series like they’re on death row and it’s a baked dinner.
Feedback: Hell yeah! Don’t make me beg, hit reply and stroke my ego please.
Dedication: As always, for LEW.
Date: 11/01/05
Copyright © to Venom, 2005

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I think I love you
So what am I so afraid of?
I’m afraid that I’m not sure of
A love there is no cure for

***

He was pretty sure that he didn't deserve for his life to be this perfect. After everything he'd done, everything he'd seen, lived through, caused, he figured that life wasn't meant to be this perfect. Not for him.

Which was why he had Carter.

He was a bastard, an ass, an unsympathetic man and whatever other choice words she had decided to spit at him. But he loved her more than he could have ever thought possible, and she'd given him the most precious gift of all: Heather.

She'd been born 48 hours ago and he was already smitten with her. Completely and utterly smitten.

Jack knew that all new parents thought that their children were the cutest in the world, but none of them compared to His little Heather. None of the other ugly little babies in the world ever would, and he'd kill anyone that argued with him about that fact.

Assuming Sam didn't get to them first.

Snort.

And he thought she was bad with him.

She was gonna make a kick-ass mom. Anyone messes with her daughter, and Jack knows that Sam will damage some of their vital organs... at least until she can teach Heather to do it for herself.

Heh. His kid is going to know how to kill someone in three moves or less before she's out of diapers.

Cool.

The evil nurse had kicked him out of the hospital the previous night. Apparently Sam wasn’t the only on that disapproved of his staring. Well, pffft to them.

He was walking back through the maternity ward now, looking for his –snicker- girlfriend and their beautiful little girl.

When Sam had called him the night before (Just to say ‘hey’ apparently) she’d seemed so much like the pre-pregnancy-Sam. He didn’t want to admit that he was whistling a happy tune, but he was. Even the evil nurse’s scowl didn’t dampen his mood.

Nope, he was on cloud nine. He was euphoric. Heather’s birth had made him see things in a whole new light. Things were good. He had a great part-time job (The Asguard didn’t visit much. Score for him) a mostly fabulous – snicker – girlfriend, who was apparently normal again, beautiful new baby. Yep, life didn’t get much more…

…Ow.

Oh Crap.

Jack could now, officially, attest to how hard bedpans really were. Especially when thrown at ones shoulder.

“What was that for?”

Sob. “You left me!”

What happened to Pre-Pregnancy-Sam? Why was Physco-Sam still here? “What? When?”

“Last night!” Sob. “You” sniffle. “Left” hiccup. “me. How could you do that?”

“The nurse kicked me out!”

“When did you ever follow the rules?”

She had a point. “Sam?”

“What?”

Tempting a possible oxygen tank to the head, he sat down on the bed next to her, tentatively reaching out his uninjured hand. “What wrong?”

Sam pulled at his hand, tugging him down to lay on the bed with her. Her body curled into his and she sniffed into his shirt. It felt so good to have her in his arms again. And if she weren’t sobbing her pretty little heart out, he would be in paradise. “Honey? What’s wrong?”

“She’s totally dependent on me Jack.”

“Who?”

“Heather.”

“Oh, Honey, she’s a baby. Of course she is.” That just made her sob harder.

“What if I can’t take care of her? What if I mess it up? What if I drop her on her head and break her? What if I don’t love her enough, or too much?”

Jack ran his hand up and down her back soothingly. “And what if you do a great job? What if you’re a perfect mother? Honey, you’re gonna do fine, better than fine. You’ll do great. *We’ll* do great. We’re in this together.”

“You’re not gonna leave me?”

Pre-Pregnancy-Sam was in her vulnerable state. It always gave him warm fuzzies. “Never.”

They lay together, eyeing their little bundle in the bassinet by the bed. She had, apparently, slept through her mother’s partial-breakdown. Jack had a feeling Heather would learn to do that well over the next few months.

“Hey Jack?’

“Yeah?”

“Tell anyone I cried and I’ll kick your ass.”

He was so ok with that.

***

Ta-Da!