Oh! The fluff… Well, I must confess that if I was any good writing smut, this is exactly when I would've put it. But since I'm not, you will have to come up with one xP

Enjoy!

M.

Chapter Ten

As they walked upstairs to pick Naysa and the few new belongings Sam was given for the trip and the kid, Jack placed his call to the driver asking him to meet them at the entrance. He watched as Sam moved across the room and picked a military issued duffel bag, doubting about what to do with himself. She smiled at him, noticing how he wanted to help her, but didn't know for sure how to achieve it. She also knew that he was going to be way more comfortable for Naysa than herself.

"Can you carry her?" She asked, crooking her head.

"Are you sure?"

"Jack… you are her father, you need to bond with her." She added walking towards where he was standing, "She's not going to break, I promise you… we won't allow her to be hurt," he clenched his jaw.

"I thought the same with Charlie," he sighed. She gave his hands a light press.

"I know, we can't change what happened with Charlie, Jack; And if the same happens with her… we won't be able to change it either. But we will know we did our best, I know you did your best back then… you were a good father, and you will continue to be a great one"

"I…"

"Just take her… and let's go home"

Home. He grinned and nodded, he wasn't as sure as Sam was about his own skills to raise his daughter, but he was sure he was going to do everything in his power to protect her. Sam winked at him and he lowered himself to grab the tiny frame of his daughter.

He left out a breath he didn't know he was holding when the tiny head nuzzled his neck and tiny hands grabbed him as an anchor. He gulped, afraid that the loud beating of his heart was going to wake her up, and worse, scare her from his grasp. But the girl, his girl… only moved to place herself a bit more comfortable on the comfy chest of her dad.

"See… and you never believed me when I said you were comfy," she laughed. "Shall we go?"

She opened the door for them, and they walked out. People ogled them as they walked to the outside. But the expression on the driver's face when he saw Jack going out with a kid in his arms was priceless, but not as astounded as when he saw Sam and the way she clung to General he had picked earlier.

"Where to, General?" He asked since he figured the General had offered to get the woman and her daughter home because it was the right thing to do.

"Home"

"Home?" the driver frowned, looking at Jack from the mirror

"You know, the place from where you picked me up?"

"And the Lady, sir"

"I'm going home," she grinned. She saw the confused expression on the driver's face. "I'm the wife"

"Oh! I'm sorry ma'am, I didn't know."

Due to the time, and the slow traffic, they soon stopped in front of the house they called home. Sam grabbed her things and Jack still held Naysa who hadn't even stirred during the trip. Sam walked doubtfully the few meters separating her from the entrance. And stopped to wait for Jack.

"Ah, keys are in my pants pocket," he added

"Which side?"

"Front Right pocket," he closed his eyes when he felt Sam's hand diving into his pocket. He only started to breathe again once she was opening the door. And moving to give him space to enter, the knowing mischievous look on her face spoke volumes about why it had taken her that long to find the keys. "Ahm… I … we never… what do we do with Naysa?" he asked, remembering they didn't have a kid safe place.

"You still have the guest room?"

"Of course"

"Then, that will do," Sam grinned, and Jack started to walk upstairs. It was when she was alone when she started to notice some details. Like the keys of her bike seating in the bowl in the exact place she remembered.

The place was well cleaned, and in perfect order, except for the jacket that hung from the back of a chair, one of her own. And the book that was on top of the coffee table. It was also hers.

She climbed the stairs slowly, relishing in the feeling of finally being home. She walked towards the guest room, Jack had placed Naysa on the bed, right in the middle of it. And then proceeded to surround Naysa with the pillows from the bed. She smiled at the warm picture it made

"Jack.. she won't fall," she whispered with a reassured smile.

"Are you sure?"

"Yes, she was never one who moved much. And she didn't fall from the infirmary bed if that makes you more confident," he looked at her with his eyebrow raised, "she won't fall," she affirmed and walked to him and grasped his hand. He tugged him, "come on, take me to bed"

He nodded, the words stuck in his throat. But he walked with her slowly. He opened the door of their room and she gasped. Yes, the bed was made and the whole thing looked as clean as it should, but nothing was changed. It was the same room she had spent her last night with him, before she had to grab her military issued duffel bag, similar to the one she just dropped to the floor, and take a plane to the SGC, to reach her next post.

But it wasn't just the fact it was the same room, or that casually she remembered leaving the bed looking the same way. It was the fact that his dress blues hung in the open wardrobe right next to her extra one. Or the way her vanity was still full of her stuff, creams, and makeups, and perfumes and all sorts of things she had left behind, remained in the same position.

"Jack," she whispered with a small frown and walked towards the wardrobe. All her clothes were there, and then to the bathroom, and found her robe hanging behind the door right next to his. She bit her lower lip and frowned, returning to the room, "when they told me… I thought… I should have known better"

"What did you think?" It was his time to frown, she inhaled deeply under the weight of his gaze.

"For some reason, I thought you would have started to put me, my memory behind"

"That would mean I believed you were there… and I didn't. I couldn't'"

She didn't find words, he didn't either. They didn't need them anyways, they found each other kissed passionately. He relished in the feel of her now thinner, more muscled body melting in his arms, and when her dress fell, he smirked when he noticed her most feminine parts were now fuller. His clothes followed hers, and she groaned in pleasure when she felt the way his body was back to the chiseled state she used to know before the stress of DC and the inactivity of flying a desk gave way to some extra pounds around his middle.

She undressed him slowly, almost in awe. Caressing his now thinner and sculpted body with the tip of her fingers, she knew his current fitness was most likely due to stress and overexerting to get to the point of fatigue needed to sleep. His now almost completely gray hair made him look even sexier in her eyes.

Her mind lost control when impatience won him over and his lips reached that place below her ear, he knew made her putty in his hands. And soon, there was nothing more than caresses, kisses, moans, groans and loving words exchanged until they both felt they were alive, until they memorized each other's bodies again. Until once again, they were complete.

As the first rays of sun leaked trough the curtains and illuminated annoyingly her eyes, Sam stretched, enjoying the feeling of the sheets against her skin, and the way that her body was aching in all the right places, and a sated smile took ownership of her face. Until she finally realized she was alone in bed. She sat quickly and looked around. It was already ten a.m. and she was pretty sure she hadn't slept that much since, well, forever.

She shook her head, knowing why it was possible for her to continue to sleep, and bit her lower lip. Naysa was a very good girl, and she was used to be with strangers more than she, as her mother, was comfortable with, but Jack wasn't a stranger, or shouldn't be one.

Considering that, Naysa had been walking around six a.m. when they arrived at the Infirmary at the SGC, Sam was pretty sure there still weren't that many issues. Otherwise, they wouldn't allow her to keep sleeping. So, she took what she deemed like an egotistical shower, and after rummaging for clothes she walked towards the room they had left her in, just to find it empty.

The sounds coming from below were an indication of what was going on. Or at least, some indication. She padded to their living room, where the TV was on playing some childish series, where the characters were singing something about numbers in a catchy melody. And as she neared she thought she would be looking at the duet watching the show with similarly confused expressions but no.

The coffee table which used to be in the middle of the room was placed on the side, and there was paper everywhere, from white ones to colorful post-its, and there were tiny bits and human forms, making her understand Jack was entertaining their daughter in a very old fashioned way… before, they had fallen asleep. She smiled sweetly

Jack was sprawled on the floor, and Naysa was sprawled on top of his chest. And Sam wished she had a camera to make that moment a lasting memory to show. She took a step closer and swore quietly when she kicked what looked like a water bottle filled with rice and grains which made a sound strong enough to wake Naysa up.

If there was something that had made the people of the planet where Naysa had born, more impressed that the combination of Sam's blond hair and Jack tanned skin … was the fact that the girl had heterochromia. Her little right eye was the same blue of Sam's, but her left eye was the same brown of Jack's.

Sam saw the brown eye opening slowly, as the girl turned with a small frown towards the sound of the bottle. How on Earth the rice, and grains had managed to wake her up, when the music hadn't, was out of Sam's current understanding of her kid. The little face analyzed the way towards Sam'sock-clad feet and up, until she found her mommy's face and grinned, seating quickly over Jack's chest. Sam's eyes widened when the girl placed two hands on Jack's chest to stabilize herself on the moving platform.

Naysa giggled, and realized that the moving thing was a human. The same human she was playing with before, she placed her two hands on each side of his face and pressed them towards the middle, then she released his cheeks. And repeated the movement, then she opened one eye, then the other. And laughed. Sam rushed to grab her but stopped when, after raising her hands again, she had moved enough to place a little sloppy kiss on Jack's cheek, and she noticed then, that Jack wasn't sleeping anymore, he was just letting the child be. And a tear slowly made its way down Sam's cheek.

"Look who's up?" Jack voice reached Sam's ears.

"Morning," she added.

"Mommy!" Naysa jumped out of Jack, who huffed with the movement of the girl. The kid walked towards Sam and raised her hands to be lifted up, which Sam did. Jack slowly raised to his own two feet before walking towards them, then he planted a kiss on Sam's lips.

"Morning, did you sleep well?" She licked her lower lip, tasting him and nodded, "She woke up around six thirty… I gave her orange juice and bananas, I thought fruits were the main thing one would get out there, therefore, I thought it would be safe and I didn't want to introduce her to milk or cereals, because I don't know for sure…" Sam placed a finger over his lip, which was quickly joined by a couple of small ones.

"Fruit is okay, cereals are okay but they have to be natural ones. At least for me, I have more issues with food than she has. She stopped breastfeeding two or three months ago, I… the Doc at the SGC told me it might be due to the fact that I was… am… anemic and that my body couldn't keep the pace of keep both of us in a good shape. She's been having mammal's milk for a while as a replacement, it wasn't well seen, but it was better than nothing. Milk is good too. Cassie's former pediatrician came to the base and she told me there shouldn't be much issues with Naysa, due to her age, but she recommended for human food to be introduced slowly, and similar to when we taste alien food, it might not have the best outcome for the body at first"

"Ah… I see. Did they give you diapers and everything she will need for a couple days?"

"They gave me a couple of clothes, she's not on diapers since around her nine months."

"How did you manage that?" She shrugged.

"I probably didn't have much to do with it, it most likely was environment based. All the kids around her age were already out of it… it was weird, and confusing, but she knows when she wants to go," the girl squirmed in Sam's arms. "Like right now…" With a laugh, both women started a quick run towards the downstairs bathroom.