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Epilogue

Jack smiled. Again. Actually, it might have been the same smile he had been wearing all day. His son's first day home. Jacob Charlie O'Neill. After his father in law and his old friend Kawalsky. It was a pity that neither man had lived to meet their namesake.

Leaning against the doorframe, he watched as his wife soothed Jake to sleep. She cast a small smile in his direction and he smiled right back. Again. His cheeks should have started hurting by now, really, but he'd be damned if that stopped him.

He nearly jumped as a small hand grabbed his larger, rougher one. Stooping, he picked his four-year old daughter up, letting her nestle on his hip. She nestled her blonde head in the crook of his neck, looking up at him with her brown eyes.

"Hey, Gracie-poo, come to say good night to your brother?"

"Hate Gracie-poo. I'm Grace," she pouted.

"Right," he answered. "So, you like your baby brother?"

"He's wrinkly," was the reply. Jack snorted, making his way into the nursery towards Sam.

Wrapping his spare arm around her, he felt her snuggle against him.

"Hey, you two."

"Mommy, why is he wrinkly?"

"That's because he's so little and his skin is too big, he'll grow into it," Jack replied for her, ignoring the way his wife's lips pursed in repressed mirth.

"Why does he cry so much?"

"You did too at that age you know."

"No I didn't."

"Yes you did."

"Nope."

"Yep."

"Hey, shush," Sam bent over the cradle as Jacob fussed in his sleep, and she sent a warning glare at the pair behind her. Grimacing, Jack looked at Grace and put a finger to his lips. She nodded her approval, apparently not wanting a repeat of the crying fits her brother liked to have at dinner time, or nappy-changing time, or any other time.

As the three of them stepped out of the nursery, Grace asked,

"Jake came from mummy's tummy didn't he?" Jack nodded proudly.

"Yep."

"How did he get in there?" Startled, Jack shot a desperate glance in Sam's direction. She was laughing at him. And striding ahead of them down the hall. Deliberately. Witch. Seeing Grace give him an impatient and expectant look, he sighed.

"I'll tell you when you're older."

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THE END