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The realtor pounded the sign into the ground. "I don’t think it will take long to sell your house, Doctor Jackson," she said, smiling brightly.

"Good…the sooner the better. We need to get into a house and get a nursery ready," he replied, wrapping his arm around Casey’s shoulders.

"I have a list of lovely homes, if you’d care to look at them," the woman said.

Daniel shook his head. "We’re going to be moving out of the area."

"Well, just let me know where, and I can contact one of our offices at that location, and get a list-"

"That won’t be necessary," Daniel said kindly, but firmly. "Just get this one sold."

The woman was disappointed - her smile dropped just a bit. She nodded. "Of course. Now I have down here that you need at least an hour’s notice before any potential buyer can be brought over to look, and that your neighbor, Emma Hanks, is a contact number if neither of you can be reached. Well, I think I have all that I need. I’ll be in touch," the woman said. She hurried back to her car, waved, and then pulled away from the curb.

Casey turned and walked back inside. Boxes were scattered throughout the house, many of them half-filled. "It was hard the first time we moved," she murmured, referring the their ‘first’ forty-three years together.

Daniel smiled, and pulled her into his embrace. "I know. You cried every day while we packed."

"Somehow, it just doesn’t seem as difficult this time."

He ran his hand over her ever-growing belly. "This could have something to do with it," he grinned.

"Could be. Might as well get busy. If we’re going to have all of this stuff ready to move by next Friday, then we’re going to have to get with it."

They spent the remainder of the morning packing. Daniel insisted that she lay down for a nap.

"Join me?" she asked, a soft smile on her face.

He knew she wasn’t asking to make love. He could see the weariness in her eyes. What she wanted was to be held. He smiled at her. "Love to." He settled onto the bed, pulled her close. She lowered her head to his shoulder, her belly pressed up against his side. He could feel Emily moving. He ran his hand over her round tummy. "Let Mommy sleep, Princess," he said softly.

Casey was asleep within minutes. Daniel held her, continued to caress her. The baby had settled down as well. He smiled. She didn’t know that she wasn’t going to have to leave her little house behind. Well, not exactly, anyway. His last ‘mission’ had been to go to Gamma and make sure that the house he was having built for them was going as planned. He had purchased all the materials from a contractor in Silver Springs, then had them sent through the ‘gate. As soon as this house was sold, he would pay off both loans, and they would be free and clear. Tessa had been a godsend. He had taken pictures of each room, and she had promised him that the new house would look the same. The only difference would be two additional bedrooms, another bathroom, and a larger deck. The furniture they already had would be moved to Gamma, and he had already talked Sam into finding out what Casey wanted in the nursery. Most of that was already on Gamma, stored in the extra room at her parents house. Aaron had been instrumental in helping Daniel find just the right lot, on the opposite side of town from her Ancient parents. Erin was disappointed, she had wanted them closer, but he had the feeling that Aaron understood Casey’s reluctance to live too close to her mother. As it was, there were only ten blocks that separated the houses. Sam and Jack were building a house there as well, and would only be a half block away.

The community on Gamma resembled any small town on Earth, and was filled with the Immortals who had once called Earth 'home'. A few mortals from Langara (formerly known as Kelowna) and one of the newly discovered planets…known as Terra…also lived and worked there. Daniel knew that once Casey had become accustomed to it, she would be happy there.

They'd agreed that Emily would be born at SGC, and then as soon as Doctor Williams released them, he would move his wife and daughter into their new home. Daniel had met Doctor Montigue, the Immortal physician on Gamma. The doctor was kind, but he knew that Casey would be more comfortable with Doctor Williams when the time came for Emily to be born.

Duncan had agreed that SG-1 should stay together, and Jack was thrilled with the idea of rejoining the team. He had never been fond of paper work, and the bureaucratic nightmare of command. Duncan had even asked him to be his advisor, something that Jack had readily agreed to. Daniel didn’t know if Sam and Jack would remain in the Air Force, or resign. Teal'c, whose relationship with Carlotta Sanchez continued to blossom, would live in the base dormitory. He smiled. He doubted that that arrangement would last long. The three men agreed, however, that the sooner they made the move, the better.

Casey shifted, slipped her arm around him. He could feel Emily moving under his hand again. If she kept it up, she would have her mother awake soon. He began to rub his hand back and forth. Casey claimed it actually calmed the baby. He wasn’t so sure, but it was a pleasant thought to contemplate.

He looked down, her green eyes were open. "You didn’t get to sleep long," he said softly.

"Long enough," she replied with a smile. She shifted, and began to kiss him. "I need to hold you," she whispered.

He shivered with anticipation. His arms went around her, he held her as close as her swollen belly would allow. His hand went under her shirt, unfastened her bra. Her nipples were hard, and he pinched one gently between his fingers.

Her hand was caressing him, bringing him to complete arousal. She moved down, took him fully into her mouth, her hand gently stroking what she couldn’t take in. She began to bob up and down on him, slowly, her tongue driving him crazy.

"My turn," he whispered, before she could make him lose all control. He helped her lie back against the pillows, pulled her bikini panties from her hips. He nuzzled the blonde curls at the apex of her thighs. She opened her legs, waiting for him to begin his worship of her. His tongue darted out and teased the nub at the top of her glistening folds, before he dipped lower and licked her. Her hips rose to meet his tongue with every caress he gave her. He moved two fingers inside her, bringing her to the brink of completion.

"Now, my love," she whispered, rolling to her side. He settled at her back, then slid into her warm well. With the baby in the way, they had found this the most comfortable position for her to make love.

He slid one hand under her, then with his hands on her hips, he began to thrust in and out of her. He could feel her fingers between her legs, she caressed his shaft as it moved in and out of her as much as she caressed her self. "Make it good, babe," he whispered, then began kissing her neck.

"You feel so good," she whispered in reply, her body trembling slightly.

"So do you, Angel."

He continued to move, continued to bite and kiss and lick her neck. He smiled against her skin when he heard her begin to whimper.

"So close..." she whispered, thrusting back against him.

"That’s it, Angel, give it to me," he whispered in return. "Do it, Angel," he commanded softly.

With a cry, she began to shudder, her warm well grasped and contracted around him. He began to move faster, deeper, thrusting harder into her body, his own climax ever nearer.

"Love me, Daniel," she whispered, begging, "fill me with you love."

He groaned, pushed against the soft firmness of her ass, felt the fire shoot through him, then with a cry of elation, emptied himself into her.

She relaxed against him, her eyes closed. She longed to be laying on him, held tight against his chest. Soon, she thought. Soon she would be able to do that again. She felt his hand come around and caress her belly. Emily was moving, apparently not pleased with all the activity of their lovemaking. She put her hand over his. He could caress her, and the baby would calm down. Sure enough, the flutters inside calmed once again.

"Love you, Angel," Daniel said softly.

"Love you, my heart," she replied.

"Do you want to try and sleep some more?"

She shook her head. "We really need to get the packing done if we’re going to get moved out of here next weekend. And I’m hungry."

He smiled. "Okay, we’ll eat. Then we’ll do more packing."

A  A  A  A  A  A

Casey was sitting at the counter, wrapping glasses and putting them into the box on the chair beside her. Daniel had taken her to the Olive Garden, then they had worked steadily for the rest of the day and into the evening. Almost all of the books were packed now, all of the artifacts and photographs in the living room were wrapped and crated; and she had the kitchen nearly emptied. She stood and stretched.

Daniel was in the den, sorting through papers, packing the books and artifacts there. She walked in, found him staring out the window, a small smile on his face. "Honey?"

He started, then looked up at her, a guilty expression on his face. He smiled at her. "Hey, babe. Finished?"

She nodded. "I’m ready for the next cupboard." He refused to let her stand on the ladder and empty them. He would empty it, and put the contents onto the island for her to wrap in paper and put into boxes. He stood up, she put her arms around his neck. "What were you thinking about?"

He grinned. "Oh, this and that." He had been thinking about their new house, and how pleased she would be. He couldn’t wait to see her face when he took her there.

Her hormones were raging, her imagination running wild. She pulled her lip between her teeth. "Does she have a name?"

He didn’t miss the look of fear that flashed in her eyes. "What?"

"I was just wondering if whoever had your attention a minute ago had a name."

Daniel pulled her close. "Yep. She does. Casey Renee Jackson. She’s this absolutely beautiful, incredible, sexy woman, who just happens to be carrying my baby."

"Really?" There was a hint of relief in her voice.

"Case, trust me, okay?"

She tried to hold back the tears that formed in her eyes. "Love you, Daniel."

"Love you too, Casey. Trust me, Angel. Just think…Christmas," he said with a grin.

Her face lit up. "Christmas? As in…" her voice trailed off. "You’re up to something, Daniel Jackson." She was smiling now.

His grin widened. "Yep."

"When do I get this present?"

"After Emily gets here. No more questions, because I’m not going to tell you anything." He almost laughed at the look of frustration that crossed her delicate features. She never had liked waiting to open her Christmas gifts. "Now, let’s go empty another cupboard."

A  A  A  A  A  A

On the following Friday, a moving van pulled into the driveway. Everything they owned was loaded into it, and then driven to the base. The Prometheus ‘ringed’ up each container, then headed for Gamma. Tessa had promised to have everything set up for their arrival. The French woman was in her element, loving every minute of helping Daniel plan this wonderful surprise for Casey.

Casey tossed her duffel onto the table. They would live here on the base until the baby was born. She was baffled by Daniel’s lack of interest in looking for a new house. He had simply told her that they’d 'get around to it'. She rubbed her hand over her belly. "Let’s hope Daddy doesn’t take too long to decide to go house hunting. Or you’ll be living out of a bassinet in this room ‘til you’re in college," she grumped.

"It’s been a long day, babe," Daniel said from the doorway. He'd heard her comment, fought to keep the excited smile from his face. "Time for you to get to bed."

She was too tired to argue. It had been a difficult, emotional day - the goodbye to Emma being the hardest. She had noticed how frail the old woman suddenly seemed. She feared that it wouldn’t be long before they were told of her passing. She slipped out of her overalls and tee shirt, tossed them and her bra onto the chair beside her. She walked over to the bed, bent over to pull back the covers, and gasped as sudden pain washed over her.

"Babe?"

She looked up at him, her eyes full of fear, he could see the pain as it washed over her again. Her hand reached out for him, clung to his when he reached her.

Without a word he found her robe, helped her put it on, then carried her to the infirmary.

Doctor Williams was just preparing to leave when Daniel carried Casey in and laid her on the nearest bed. A few minutes later, after careful examination, he determined that she was having Brackston-Hicks contractions, better known as false labor.

"It’s too early," Daniel insisted.

"Not necessarily," Doctor Williams said. "She’s Immortal, with Ancient genes. She might not carry the baby as long as a mortal human woman would. The baby is healthy, and gaining weight. She’s not a large baby, but given Casey’s slender build, I’m not surprised. I’ll keep Casey here overnight. But I doubt that she’ll have any more, since she hasn’t had one in almost thirty minutes now.

Daniel nodded, then pulled a chair next to the bed. Casey was laying on her side, so he put his head against her belly. "Be Daddy’s good girl, and wait just a little while longer," he said softly. He caressed Casey’s belly with one hand, the other he held against her cheek. In minutes she was asleep. It took longer for him to relax and put his head on the bed beside them.

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