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The first time it happens, John doesn't think too much about it. They're going through the food line at lunch, and Rodney makes a beeline for pie, only it's lemon meringue, in the special quarantine area for citrus that Rodney himself insisted on, and John reaches out and catches him by the belt loops. "There's chocolate cake here."

“It’s science’s answer to reincarnation,” he said. “Well, alien technology’s, anyway.”

"I'm allowed two cups a day!" McKay squares his shoulders indignantly. "If you're going to be my own personal healthy pregnancy monitor, at least get your facts straight."

The first Thursday of every month was "Find Out Something New About Atlantis" day--threats from the Wraith and other imminent disasters notwithstanding--and Rodney had long believed that nothing could spoil his enjoyment of a day spent with Colonel Sheppard, exploring the far reaches of the city, never knowing what they might find, perhaps nothing more than a long corridor of empty storerooms, or hopefully, one day, some gem of knowledge squirreled away in a long lost laboratory that would ultimately help them turn the tide of the war with the Wraith.

Rodney threw up his hands. "I'm horny! Impossibly, unbearably, unremittingly horny. Like I've never been horny in my entire life. Because apparently that old wives tale about being insatiable when you're knocked up is, hey, who knew, actually a fact. And I'm-- the word hasn't even been invented yet for how frustrated I am, and there's nothing to do about it, because it's not as if I was getting a lot of action before. And now--" He hung his head. "Well, just look at me."