With Cam, Teal'c and Vala in the observation room overlooking the Infirmary, Sam and Daniel lay in parallel beds, Ultrasound machines connected to their swollen abdomens. After Brightman and Lam had checked the images to ensure that the unborn children were healthy, the two scientists were left alone for a few moments with the images.

As Daniel gazed at the image of his Junior, Sam, gazing at hers, remarked with a teary smile, "They're our babies..."

He replied, mesmerised by the image of the life within him, "And we'll love them..."

Fighting the urge to smooth her sticky stomach, she said, "I love mine already."

"Me too."

As she gazed across at his screen to see the other baby, she gasped, whispering, "Oh wow."

He finally managed to tear his eyes away from the image of his Junior, and gasped in amazement on seeing the image of Sam's baby. He smiled, his eyes involuntarily glittering with tears as he said in a quiet voice,

"Oh my... she's beautiful..."

She raised her eyebrows in surprise, asking, "How do you know?"

He exhaled as he focussed on the ceiling for a moment, clearing his throat, and remarked quietly, reddening ever so slightly, "Um... my Junior's got a rather prominent..."

He trailed off in embarrassment, and she closed her eyes as she laughed softly, saying as she reached for his hand, holding it in hers, "Oh, we're going to be fine, aren't we Daniel?"

He nodded as he met her gaze once more, replying as he tried not to think about how they were going to organise their lives in the future once the babies were born, "Of course we are... Have you thought of any names?"

She replied with a distant expression, "I was thinking Janet..."

"Cassie might want to use it..."

She frowned slightly, saying, "There's nothing wrong with having two Janets."

He nodded in understanding and said with a sigh, "I miss her too Sam... I was just being polite though. You might want to use my surname for our little girl, and as it's rather unfortunate..."

She chuckled, remarking as she grinned at him, "Just as well that you didn't go from Jermaine to Janet."

He replied, smiling slightly, "That's Jack's job and I'm sure he'll fulfil it."

"Oh yes."

"So... what other names have you thought of?"

She sighed, replying, "Hmm, I've been thinking of my mother too. Grace."

"Grace Carter-Jackson has a nice ring to it."

Her smile faded as she realised once again how weird the whole situation was, and how out of depth she felt. He squeezed her hand, reassuring her of his presence as he said quietly, gazing at her,

"Sam, you're not alone."

She pressed her lips together in a vain attempt to prevent herself from crying, and she said hoarsely, "It's just so weird, Daniel... you're pregnant, I'm pregnant... we don't even know how we're going to deal with this as well as all those... There are so many things we haven't thought of. God..."

Her other hand quickly wiped away her tears, and he remarked, holding it together for her sake, "We're on SG-1 - we do weird all the time..."

He continued with a small nostalgic smile, "Cloning, body swapping, time travelling, seeing giant aliens, jumping out of planes, experiencing a non-salient Jack, attempting to fix a damaged sun, stopping an asteroid from hitting Earth, experiencing alternate universes, finding Atlantis..."

He added with a chuckle, "Going to hell..."

She smiled as she was reminded of their adventures over the years, but that last comment made her laugh, which in turn made him smile more to see her happy again, and made their friends look hopeful. She sighed, the smile remaining, and asked,

"So... what about your Junior? What are you naming him?"

He shrugged, remarking as he feigned innocence, "Well... I was thinking James, but Michael sounds good... or taking into account his mother... or rather father, Howard."

Staring at him in bemusement, she said, "Howard?"

He nodded, still looking innocent, and replied, "Yes, Howard..."

She frowned slightly, remembering something and her face lit up on remembering the DHD that had been missing from the dig at Giza. She remarked, an eyebrow raised,

"Daniel, you're not naming my son after an Archaeologist who botched up Tutankhamun's tomb."

Smiling slightly as he wondered how she knew, he replied, his eyes closed, "Well... it's better than Stephen, Albert, Pierre, Max..."

She gasped in disbelief and promptly threw a pillow at him as their friends laughed behind the observation window.