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Chapter 4: Month 4
Daniel was sitting next to her, his fingers wrapped around hers. They were in the Air Force hospital that served the entire Cheyenne Mountain complex. Radiology department to be precise. The waiting room was crowded with women in various stages of pregnancy. Many of them were accompanied by their uniformed husbands.
"Casey Jackson?" a nurse called, looking down at the chart in her hand.
They stood up, Casey glanced at him nervously and smiled. They followed the nurse down the hall and into a small room. There was a large machine in one corner, an examining table pushed against it.
"Okay, honey, we’ll need you to take off your top, you can leave your bra on, and you’ll want to unfasten your jeans. Here’s a gown to put on. Just get right on the table when you’re ready. Dad, you can just have a seat right over there," the nurse said, pointing to a chair against the wall. She left the room.
Daniel settled himself in the chair, watched as Casey followed the instructions the nurse had given her.
A few minutes later the nurse bustled back in and took her pulse, temperature and blood pressure, measured Casey’s tummy, which was just beginning to curve out. She carefully wrote everything on the chart, then smiled at Casey. "So, when is the baby due?"
"First part of May," Casey replied.
"Well, we’ll see if we can’t narrow that down a bit today. I have a note here that you also want to hear the baby’s heartbeat?"
"Well, let’s do that right now while we wait for our ultrasound tech." The nurse moved around the room, took a small handheld device from a drawer, hooked it up to a speaker. "Lay back, honey."
She obeyed, the nurse pushed the gown up to her breasts, exposing her midriff, then pushed her jeans down low on her hips. Daniel smiled at the hint of roundness that he could now see in her lower abdomen as the nurse adjusted the paper blanket to cover the patch of dark blonde curls.
The nurse took a tube from a warmer, squirted a generous amount of the goop on her belly. "Okay, here’s mom’s heartbeat," she said, as the room filled with the steady beat of Casey’s heart. She moved the monitor around. Suddenly a fast, steady beat could be heard. "That’s baby’s heartbeat."
Daniel was on his feet. He moved to the other side of the table, took Casey’s hand and raised it to his lips. The heartbeat continued to echo around them. Tears filled his eyes. That was the sound of a baby’s heartbeat. Their baby’s heartbeat. Suddenly all of this was more real than it had been before. He looked down, saw the tears in her eyes. One escaped to roll down her face. He wiped it away with the back of his finger.
"That’s our baby," Casey said, awe and excitement in her voice. She looked at him and smiled, the light in her eyes touching his very soul.
"Yep, it sure is," he said, grinning down at her.
"Would you like a recording?" the nurse asked.
"You can do that?" Casey asked, her eyes wide.
"Oh, honey, you’d be surprised at what we can do around here. Hang on a second. Here Dad, just keeping holding this right here. I’ll be right back." The nurse left the room.
Daniel stood holding the device against her belly. The sound of the tiny heartbeat continued to fill the room…his head…his heart.
The nurse came back in, put a micro-tape into the machine, and pressed record. She replaced Daniel’s hand on the device, made sure that the heartbeat was loud and steady.
After a few minutes, she took the device away, and handed Daniel the tape. Daniel sat back down, holding the tape as if it were a precious jewel.
The technician walked into the room, smiled at them, and settled onto the stool in front of the ultrasound machine. "Okay, let’s just take a look here and see how developed this baby is. You’re what, four months along?"
More goop was squirted onto her exposed belly, then the scope was placed against her. Daniel couldn’t tell what anything was supposed to be, but the tech assured them that the baby was doing fine, and looked to be twenty-two weeks into development. He put the due date at the 9th of May.
The nurse cleaned the goop off her, and Casey dressed. She was still starry-eyed from hearing the heartbeat of her baby. She made an appointment for a second ultra-sound during her sixth month. She clung to Daniel’s hand as they walked out to the jeep.
A A A A A A
Daniel and Casey went straight into the control room when they returned to the SGC. If anybody could make a good copy of this tape, Walter could.
"Hey, kids, what’s up?" Jack asked, walking into the room a few minutes after their arrival.
"Have it, Doctor Jackson," Walter said. The room was suddenly filled with the sound of a rapid beat.
"That’s the baby’s heartbeat," Casey said with a sigh. "That’s our baby’s heartbeat."
Jack stood for a moment. It was an incredible sound. "Sweet," he said softly. "Walter, get ready to send that out." He grabbed the microphone. "Attention in the mountain. This is General O’Neill. The next sound you hear will be the heartbeat of Daniel and Casey Jackson’s baby."
The room echoed with the sound. All through the mountain personnel paused to listen, smiles lighting faces everywhere. They faced death, fought death on a daily basis. This affirmation of life was much appreciated. Not one person in the mountain had been left untouched by Casey’s smile, her sense of humor, her kindness, her friendship. Most knew Daniel personally, and all respected him. Cheers broke out on different levels, SG-6 being the loudest, as those touched by the couple celebrated this sign of life.
A A A A A A
Casey was lying on the bed, trying to zip her jeans. She huffed a sigh, then rubbed her hand over the slight roundness on her tummy. "Okay, so you’re not going for it, huh? Fine. Then we’ll just have to wear the overalls today. Guess I should get a couple more pair." She pulled herself to her feet, and was just getting ready to step into the closet when she felt it. "Daniel!" she cried out.
He came racing into the room. "Babe, what’s wrong?"
She smiled. "Nothing. Come here, give me your hand." She took his fingers, pressed them tightly against her body. "Okay, baby, do it again. Let Daddy feel you move." As if the unborn infant understood, she felt the fluttering again. It felt as if there were butterfly beating its wings against her. She looked up at Daniel.
His eyes were wide, he was grinning from ear to ear. "I feel it! I can feel it!" He grabbed her up and hugged her. "That’s our baby in there!"
She smiled, wrapped her arms around his neck. "Yes, it is," she whispered. She kissed him, felt the fire begin to rage. "Let’s make love," she said softly, nuzzling his chin.
He looked down into her eyes. She was burning for him. The flames in her eyes set fire to his soul, his body. He lowered his head and captured her mouth with his, traced her sweet lips with his tongue. She parted them, let him into her mouth, let him taste her, feel her, touch her. Her hands were in his hair, pulling him closer. He had one hand on the back of her neck, holding her, the other on the small of her back, pulling her against him. Flames were dancing through each of them.
She lowered her hands and pushed them under the tee shirt he was wearing. She bent over to kiss his belly, his sides, his chest, as she lifted it higher. He raised his arms and pulled it all the way off, letting her continue to taste his skin.
When he could take no more, he led her to the bed. He sat down, lifted her tee shirt and pulled it off of her. His fingers made quick work of her bra, it hit the floor as well. He teased one nipple with the tip of his tongue, then the other. He looked up at her, gave her a wicked grin, then began to suckle in earnest. She moaned, her hands holding him closely, as his mouth offered her aching flesh sweet relief. He pushed her jeans off her hips, slipped his fingers between her thighs. She gasped as he pushed a finger inside her, began to move it in and out of her. She felt her knees go weak. He moved away from her, she dropped down onto the bed, kicking her jeans to the floor.
He stood up and took off his jeans, started to crawl onto the bed beside her. She put a hand on his hip to stop him, rolled to her side, took his throbbing erection into her mouth. Her tongue worked over the sensitive head, moved up and down the shaft. He pulled away from her caresses before she sent him over the edge. He turned her around on the bed, knelt down on the floor, pulled her legs over his shoulders, and began to kiss the tender flesh between her thighs. He moved his tongue in and out of her, licked the honey from her skin, flickered his tongue over the nub that hid at the top of her folds. Her hips were pushing against him, he watched as her body responded to his every caress.
"Please, now…" she whispered. She settled herself in the middle of the bed.
He moved over her, lowered his head to kiss her as he pushed against her body and gained entrance into paradise. He moved slowly at first, her hips meeting his thrust for thrust. He slipped his arm under her hips and rolled them over. "Ride me, babe," he whispered, his hands on her hips.
She found their rhythm, ground against him, felt her body responding to his every thrust. Her fingers toyed with his nipples, rubbed up and down his chest. It didn’t take long before she could feel that sweet ache deep inside, knew that she was about to reach her climax. "I’m…gonna…gonna come…" she whispered breathlessly, seconds before the whimper that she could never control began to fill her throat.
"That’s it babe, do it for me. Make it good," he said softly, thrusting up into her.
Her body arched, she cried out, and began to tremble as her orgasm filled her, flowed over her. She continued to ride him, the continued stimulation making her come again. "Fill me Daniel, give me your love," she whispered, her body still shaking.
He was moving faster now, thrusting harder into her. He groaned, his own orgasm making his body shudder. She collapsed onto his chest, he put his arms around her and held her close. "Love you, Angel," he softly.
"Love you, my heart." She sighed with contentment as she snuggled down into his arms. She didn’t think it was possible to be any happier than she was at this moment. She felt the baby move. No, it just wasn’t possible to be any happier.
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