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      “Hi squirt. Miss me?”

Zoe's getting picked up, yes she is. She's also getting kissed before she protests too much.

       ❝ hey there soldier. long time no see. ❞

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Had she not done that damn licking her lips thing, he might have kept his resolve a little longer. He still has the full intention of teasing her as much as he can, but that one action has him caving in to the urge to bring her in for another kiss. When he pulls back, he grins down at her.

He’s glad they’re in their quarters because it means he can do as he likes without any brows raising. With as few distractions as possible. He moves quickly in attempt to lift her into his arms.

“Ya know,” he teases, pressing a deliberate kiss to the spot under her ear “I could make it an order for ya to get into bed, but that’s more your ‘doctor’s orders’ style, ain’t it?.”

She can tell that she has him intrigued but he’s stubborn enough to make her work for it, though she honestly can’t say she minds; it’s as much fun getting him riled up as it is threatening him with needles to get him to cooperate with doctor’s orders because as much as she hates to admit it, she enjoys ruffling his feathers. She lets him steal his kisses before she drops her chin a little and smirks at him, her eyebrow climbing in a fair imitation of their Jaffa friend.

“You say that like you’re not already planning to rub my back,” she retorts, letting her hand rest against his chest and she stares up at him for a long moment before sliding her hand behind his neck to guide him down for a kiss. When she pulls away, she licks her lips and grins. “I might need a little convincing, yes.”

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“Well,” she starts, her lips quirking into a smile as she looks up at him. “I suppose I could be convinced to come keep you warm if there’s something in it for me.”

She’s not needed back in the Infirmary for another hour or two yet, which means she has time to spend with him before being thrust back into the madness that’s waiting for her; he’s always a welcome distraction so she shoots him a look from beneath lowered lashes. “Maybe you could start convincing me now, General.”

Convince her? Oh. He can do that but he doesn’t want to rub her ego too much. Though she’s got him scared enough of those stinkin’ needles to avoid any remark that’s a little too cheeky. He hooks an arm around his petite wife, free hand coming to lift her chin  so he can see her smiling properly.

“I was gonna offer y’one of those shoulder and back rubs you like.” He says, making it sound as much as though he’s changed his mind as possible.  He leans in, stealing a kiss or two as his hand falls to rest at her waist “But y’need convincin’ to join me for one of those....”

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“I have to stay on base tonight to monitor SG-6 but I was thinking that if you’d be willing to stay too then we can have dinner and spend the night in our quarters.“

“Depends, doc.” he’s teasing, of course. He’s more than happy to stay on base with her if she wants him to.  Still, he looks down to her, eyes twinkling with mischief.

“Are y’gonna come and keep me warm?”

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“She never said anythin’ really but she didn’t need to for me to put two and two together.” He lets her pull away, knowing she’ll come back to him when she’s good and ready to. Her comments bother him more than the way she’s pulling away - that can be addressed later. The fact he ex had thought it okay to do as he pleased to Janet pisses him off and Jack has to try exceptionally hard to stay level headed. 

Jack, though he likes to pretend otherwise, is a smart man. He’s attentive, when he wants to be. Though you don’t have to be very much of either to catch on to something like this. 

“C’mere.” This time it’s not so much a request - it’s not really an order either -  and his arms are open “I don’t expect ya to give me every little detail, but don’t go shuttin’ me out either. I ain’t a doctor, but I know” from experience “that it isn’t gonna do ya any good to deal with it alone.”

“He did whatever the hell he felt like doing whenever he felt like doing it,” she sighs, pulling away from his hand so she can shake her head and run her fingers through her hair. It’s been a long time since she’s told anyone about Richard - her throwaway comment years ago during Hathor’s incursion of the base was the last time she really talked about him to anyone other than her Jack - and she’s not even sure if the first Janet told Jack anything, though she’s willing to bet she hadn’t considering they’d never been together.

“Did she ever tell you about her ex-husband?” she asks, pulling her legs up so she can wrap her arms around them and rest her chin on her knees. She glances over at him, her head tilted slightly as she shakes her head again. “It took my husband years to get me to talk about Richard and even then it was the bare minimum.”

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When she sits up, he follows suit and rests a hand on her back.  It amuses him how if he spreads his fingers, his hand is as wide as her back. Almost.  He doesn’t linger on the thought for long though and instead, rubs her back in large circles. He shakes his head at her apology, using his free hand to lift her chin gently to have her look at him. 

“Don’t apologise for that, ya hear me?” He doesn’t want to make it an order, but he will if need be. “What did that asshole do to you?”

It’s been a long time since she’s had this particular nightmare and it takes her almost a full minute to wake up. Chest heaving and hands trembling, she jerks awake and sits up, her eyes wide as she tries to catch her breath and calm herself down all at once; she hates - absolutely despises - showing weakness in front of anyone and the fact that Jack is here both soothes her and makes her sigh heavily in resignation.

“I’m sorry you had to see that.”

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When she scoots closer, he knows that he’s woken her and a little bit of him feels bad for it, but most of him doesn’t because he’s been wanting to talk with her. Not about anything in particular, just to talk and to listen to her talking. “Y’know,” he teases despite his desire to talk to her “That’s meant to keep you asleep.”

Janet hums sleepily and turns her head to press a kiss to her husband’s shoulder when she wakes to the feeling of his fingers in her hair. She’s still tired - it’s an unfortunate effect of working at the Mountain that’s never going to go away - but she smiles and scoots herself just a bit closer to the warmth of his body.

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“Y’worry too much about disturbin’ him. Ain’t nowhere he’d rather be than with you, most the time.” Jack can see it a mile off, and he’s ....well, he’s Jack. 

“Go call him, Janet.” He leans in and steals a kiss, lingering a moment before he pulls back and grins down at her “It’ll make his day.”

“If we call him now then your child’s not going to show up just to spite us,” she says, covering his hand with hers. She has been feeling a little peculiar today but she’s been attributing that to nerves; the closer she gets to her due date, the more antsy she’s gotten and the more she’s settled in the nesting phase. And now that she thinks about it, her husband might have a point.

“Maybe we should? I hate to interrupt his evening but I think maybe it’s better to be safe than sorry at this point.”

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“Ya just jinxed yourself, Janet.” he grins down at her, brushing the back of his fingers against her cheek before his hand falls to her belly "D’you wanna get your dad to come over now, then we ain’t callin’ him at stupid o’clock if junior decides to show up overnight?”

“Jack.”

“If this child is as stubborn and impatient as their father then I suspect we’ll end up at the hospital tonight. But maybe, first labors tend to take longer so who knows, we might not have Baby O’Neill until next week.”

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“Hey, junior and squirt are perfectly good names.”

“Tomorrow, huh? Reckon y’can last that long?” 

“All that fuss over Junior and Squirt and would you look at that, we’ve got names picked out the day before I’m due.”

“I’m not the least bit surprised it took you this long, Jack O’Neill.”

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“Sounds good to me, Janet.”

“No Jack, we’re not calling our son ‘Son’.”

“What about Joseph George O’Neill and Grace Elizabeth O’Neill?”

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"You’re not gonna let ‘em be called ‘son,’ are ya?”

“Joseph. Or George.”

“Of course they’ll be cute, you’re their father.”

“I love Grace Elizabeth - it’s a perfect name for a daughter. But what if it’s a boy? I can’t see us calling our son Grace, Jack.”

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“Why not? You’re cute. They’re gonna be cute.”

“You said you liked ‘Grace.’  How about Grace Elizabeth?”

“Jack, stop pouting. We’re not naming our child Janet.”

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“We’re not naming our child after me, Jack.”

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“Technically, he didn’t specify that button in particular.”

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“Daniel said not to touch the button so you touched it anyways, didn’t you, sir?”

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She laughs at his answer and nudges his stomach with her elbow as she rolls her eyes. He’s the only one who gets away with that particular nickname, though he’s also the only one brave enough to say it to her face. “That sounds familiar,” she replies thoughtfully, grinning brightly. “But I can’t say I recall you ever actually listening to me when I tell you to rest.”

She kisses him again before leaning back against his chest, covering his hand with hers. “They agree, the porch swing sounds like a solid plan.” She smiles down at where their hands lay on her belly.  “We need to think of names,” she muses as her thumb strokes the back of his hand. “We’ve got a week left and then ‘kiddo’ and ‘Baby O’Neill’ just won’t cut it.”

“Pft, kiddo will do ‘til they’re taller than me.” he retorts with a cheeky grin, glancing down to where their hands rested. This is what he likes - having her closeby and being able to rest his hand on her bump so he can feel their child moving, when they do. 

“I was thinkin’ Junior,” he teases, finally moving his hand from her belly to help her stand, just so they can actually go to the swing. “Junior or squirt.”

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Even as he kisses her, he keeps his hands working on her back. Her reactions are enough too tell him she both needs and appreciates it so he works his way steadily up again, before back down to her hips. “Sleep Oh, y’know, that thing y’do when you’re tired -- or like when my Napoleonic power monger tells you you’re not allowed up.” he teases her further, dropping a kiss to the corner of her mouth.

“Right, the porch swing.” He presses his hand to her belly “What d’you think, kiddo?”

Her groans are involuntary as he works the kinks and knots out of her muscles. She’s certain she’s never, ever met anyone as talented at knowing her sore spots as Jack is and she heaves a grateful sigh when he finds the tension in her lower back. Turning her head to look over her shoulder at him, she twists in his lap just enough to press her lips to his as his hands work wonders on her back but his words make her laugh and pull away.

“Sleep? What’s that?” she teases back, shaking her head before kissing his nose again. “Why don’t we sit out on the deck? The weather’s nice enough that we can watch the sunset from the porch swing.”