Sam remarked with a little grin as she and Daniel sat in the park together with their babies sleeping soundly in their pram as the rest of their children played with Charlotte, Helen, Francis, and Samantha Beckett-McKay, "I can't believe the ones who started us out on this big journey are being skipped ahead three grades." She turned to kiss her husband. "They get that from you."

"Saaam!" He eventually smiled, embarrassed nonetheless, and he returned her kiss as he caressed her jaw. Feeling utterly at peace, especially so after they had begun to get back on track, she sighed happily as she rested her head on his shoulder as she slipped an arm around her, kissing her forehead.

As they watched Jack, mini-Jack and Cam running around, charging at Teal'c, Jonas, Sheppard, Ronon, McKay, Carson and Lorne with various SG-1 and Atlantis progeny under their arms at different points, they laughed, and he said softly, "After all these years of fighting, the struggles we've been through, the things we've seen... this moment... this one moment in time alone makes it so very worth it." They smiled as they watched Cassie and Simon somewhat in the distance, kissing, and she replied with a glowing smile,

"Most definitely."

She hugged him, slipping an arm around his waist as she felt at one with everything... but most importantly, Daniel, and they saw Vala, Elizabeth, Teyla, Carolyn, Ish'ta, Sara and Jennifer talking and laughing as they took turns to hold Henry, and Samantha Mitchell. Sam continued,

"Like one huge family."

"Not like..." They gazed at each other and kissed tenderly. "We are one big family... true, we may have been brought together by far from desirable circumstances, but..." he grinned. "... I couldn't imagine life any other way now."

"Me neither." She nudged him teasingly. "So... our six year olds are going to be in third grade in a couple of weeks." She slipped her arms around his neck. "You don't give yourself nearly enough credit." She paused, amused. "Wait... this is you we're talking about... you don't give yourself any credit." She kissed the tip of his nose as he blushed. "It's those Jackson genes." Smiling at him, she ran her fingers through the hair at the back of his head, and he kissed her softly.

She whispered with a smile as she gazed up into his eyes, her eyes a little moist, "I'm proud of you, Daniel... you managed to give birth without drugs... more or less the conventional way albeit with a major difference and..." her smile faded slightly. "... you named our little boy after your Dad. I know how you felt about everything and for you to do that..." she kissed him once again, and he replied, touching her cheek,

"I understood then... I mean I always understood but I never consciously... you know... I'm still angry at how he'd double-crossed Mom like that but... your Mom was a wonderful woman. When we went to see her, she reminded me so much of you and how I feel about you must be something similar to what my Dad felt for your Mom. Us Jackson men have a weakness for you Carter women."

They were about to kiss when Jack called, Jake and James under his arms, "Hey!" They turned to look at him, looking guilty. "You keep going like that and Greg and Dani are gonna have a herd of younger brothers and sisters running about by tomorrow." They blushed, looking down in embarrassment as their friends laughed, and Daniel called, exasperated,

"Jaaaack!"

"Don't get flippant with me, Daniel. You and your missus get so hot for each other that you forget to use protection. Now I'm supposed to be Catholic and..."

Sam remarked, glancing a little nervously at an ebullient James, "Jack... the kids."

Jack retorted with raised eyebrows, "Ah... good point. You and your brood of geniuses." He grinned down at James. "You wanna tackle Uncle T?"

James grinned back, shaking his head. "No... don't wanna."

"Yellow belly."

"Grump ass."

Jack and the Jacksons looked at mini-Jack, who retorted with a shrug, "The boy's got a good memory."

Jack put James down on the ground, the little boy running to his mother's arms. Sam picked him up in her lap and said with a grin, glancing at Daniel as Jack resumed playing with the others, "Don't you want to play, little man?"

The little boy shook his head and replied, leaning his head on his mother's shoulder, "I want to play with you but Uncle Jack said you and Daddy are too busy making out." As his parents' faces flamed in embarrassment and awkwardness, he asked with a sweet smile, "Mommy... what does that mean? What are you making? Are you making cookies? Where's the oven?"

Sam and Daniel glanced at each other, looking a little shocked and knowing that the curious questioning could get worse as James and Cammie grew older.

'Oh boy.'

'Yep...'

'Can I kill Jack now?'

'No... he's still your superior officer. I'll do it.'

Daniel cleared his throat and replied, feigning innocence, "It means, young man, that we're making up things to do to Uncle Jack."

James asked with a frown as Sam smiled discreetly, "Oh... so... how are you too hot for each other? Did you get burned by fire? And how come you didn't use any protection?" The Jacksons shared an anxious glance and then Sam replied,

"It means we're... we've been in the sun too long without using sunblock."

"That's not good... you'll get all hot and burned and ill."

"Yeah. Go and play with your Uncles while Daddy and I consider dismembering Uncle Jack."

James nodded. "Ok, Mommy." Sam kissed the little boy on the forehead affectionately and lifted him up so she could put him down on the ground, and he patted Daniel on the knee. "Bye, Space Monkey." As Sam covered her mouth to hide a grin, James peeked into the pram, watching the babies sleeping and he whispered, touching their cheeks carefully,

"Bye-bye, babies."

He then ran in the direction of his Uncles, siblings and cousins, and Sam remarked, still feeling awkward as she and Daniel slipped their arms around each other, "We've got to talk to Jack."

Daniel replied, playing with her hair idly as they looked out across the park at the anarchic game of what appeared to a mêlée of football, American football and rugby with some basketball, "We can't protect them forever, Sam... they'll pick up a lot worse in third grade."

She frowned worriedly and said, "About... that..."

"We'll tell them what they need to know at their age. It's only a matter of time before either of them asks where babies come from and they're too bright and curious like their Mommy to buy the stork story."

He tightened his hold on her. "It won't be as scary as it seems. We won't have to go into detail."

"I'm just scared that our little bright buttons are going to ask way too many questions."

He retorted in amusement, "And where do you think they get that from, Guinevere?"

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"Don't worry about it, Sam... Teyla's just fine."

Sam said with a shrug as she stood in the kitchen of the Carter-Jackson house with Elizabeth, a sleepy Claire on her shoulder, "It's ok. I am your CO after all and Teyla's not going to enjoy it, judging by how much stress she's been putting herself through to get prepared. I'll be more than happy to do it."

Elizabeth raised an eyebrow slowly. "But you've just given birth..."

"I'm fine, honestly... I've been looking forward to the wedding of the year... we both have. For obvious reasons though... I'm not sure about bringing our kids. I think we can get away with Grace."

"I wish we could have had it on Earth... that way, everyone would be able to make it."

"Well, I'm sure Cammie and James... the older version will be there. It's ok."

Elizabeth nodded and Sam asked with a smile, "So how's things?"

Elizabeth smiled. "Good... very good."

"Good."

"John's such a wonderful man... and an amazing father. I'll admit I did have reservations about his ability to settle down, considering what Rodney referred to on several occasions as his Captain Kirk tendencies but..." she paused, smiling to herself mostly, "... he's been great. We can talk about just about anything and since we went back to the City, we've become so much closer. I'm worried that Charlotte isn't getting everything that she could have got had we decided to stay on Earth, but... my little girl's blossoming."

"That's really good to hear. It's been a long time coming." She chuckled. "Charlotte's cheeky like her Daddy."

"That's for sure... the number of times Rodney has had to watch his back... like father, like daughter."

They laughed, and Elizabeth asked, "So how are you and Daniel doing? You're suddenly a lot happier."

Sam nodded. "We're cool. The whole thing on Kheb was overwhelming but we're good. In true Carter-Jackson fashion, we got surprises. It's been especially hard on Daniel seeing as he got abducted." Sam frowned, perturbed, and Elizabeth patted her shoulder,

"Everything's fine now."

Sam nodded. "I know. It's all over. Thank God... I hate Agent Merek's preoccupation with Daniel... you know, it's all from when Daniel defended me."

"Oh... before the Ark of Truth mission?"

"Yeah."

"Well he's gone now."

They looked down for a moment in thought, and then Sam remarked, amused, "So what's this I hear about you having another baby?"

Elizabeth rolled her eyes. "No... why does everyone keep saying that? Someone apparently overheard Rodney talking about it... it turns out that he and Carson were discussing naming their next impossibility after me... and it got misheard."

"I'll say." Sam patted Claire on the back gently. "I'm marrying you and Shep."

Elizabeth raised her eyebrows mirthfully, and Sam continued, glaring yet smiling slightly, "As a commanding officer... yeesh, you've been around Shep too much."