"Hey kiddo," Jacob says to Sam in the soft voice that he used to use with her when she as sick, or that he would walk around with whenever her mother got one of her migraines. His eyes don't leave her stomach.

"Hey, Dad," she says giving him a hug.

"Did they get to you in time?" he asks nervously.

"Well, Jack, and I did a great deal of the rescuing ourselves. But, yet, we made it out of there on time, because they didn't take out babies away from us."

"So, you're having babies?" he says glumly missing all the signals that would tell him how his daughter feels about this. He is to o caught up in how he feels about an alien race forcing his daughter to have babies to see her joy.

"Triplets."

"They are Jack's?"

She nods, and this time he doesn't miss all the joy on her face.

"You are okay?" he asks surprised.

"Very okay. More okay than I've been in a long time."

He hesitates not even sure that his daughter is with it enough to answer his question honestly even if she wants to, "Sam, George mentioned there were drugs involved in your capture."

"Don't worry, this is me talking. They are all of my system. I was cleared by Janet two weeks ago. Speaking of which, you need to be cleared as well."

He falls into step next to her heading to the infirmary, "How is this working…You having Jack's babies?"

"We got married on the planet, Dad."

"And it's sticking?" Jacob asks surprised once again.

"Jack described it to his parents as a long time coming and completely out of the blue. I think that pretty much sums it up. We're not together just because of anything that happened on that planet, or these babies growing inside of me. We're together because of feelings that we've had a long time."

Her father is silent beside her, and his face is unreadable. Finally he says, in his migraine preventing voice, "Good enough."

"You going to stay for a while?"

"Well, I have to get to know my new son-in-law."

"Jack's on a mission right now. Trying to free other people that were taken hostage by the people who took us. He'll be back tomorrow…late."'

"I might stay a week, if you can put up with your old man this long."

She grins, and he can't help but notice that the smiles have come a whole lot easier to his daughter's face after that planet. Who would have thought that Jack O'Neill was exactly the person to make his daughter happy?

-0-

For a second Jacob thinks that his daughter has missed her turn, and then he realizes that she is not planning on going to her own house at all.

"You are living with Jack?" he asks.

"Yes, I'm selling my house." Sam glances at her father in between driving to determine how he feels about all of this. "You want me to take you to a hotel?"

"No, I'm just absorbing," he responds. She pulls into his driveway. An old woman is planting flowers in the flowerbed next door, and Sam stops to chat with her, introducing her father to her, and asking about her small dogs by name. The two act as if they have known each other forever instead of the mere weeks that must be truth.

Upon entering the house the last of his fears are relieved. This is not Jack's house that his daughter moved into. It's a hybrid house which clearly belongs to both of them. She belongs here, more than perhaps she's ever belonged anywhere before.

"We don't have a guest room anymore. We've started to convert it into a nursery. We haven't got as far on that as we liked, but we did clear it out. The couch folds out. It's comfortable I swear. We tried everyone in the furniture store until we found one that we liked. We wanted you to feel at home here, Dad."

He pulls her into a hug, "I'm happy for you, Sammy," he says seriously.

"Thank you, dad. It means so much to me that you approve."

"I want you to be happy. I'm a bit pushy at times, but it's only because I think you should have the best of life. The absolute best."

"I can understand that," she says rubbing a hand over her belly.

"Have you and Jack started thinking of names yet?"

"The man has far too much a sense of humor to have that conversation. It's all jokes and references to Simpson's characters."

"You still have some time right? Even with the rapid growth?" he asks concerned.

"Yes, the fast part is over. Janet says they look like they are four months along right now."

"Sam, when they took you…" he pauses looking worried at her.

"Nothing happened to me that I didn't want to happen Dad," she assures him.

-0-

Jack opens the door to his house, and hears the sound of his wife in mid-giggle. He remembers the first time that she'd done that. "No giggling, Captian," he'd warned her, because he had known, even all the way back then, that there was no way he could listen to her giggle like that for very long before he fell head over heals in love with her.

He enters the living room to see Sam and her father sprawled out on the pull out full size bed which is covered in junk food: popcorn soggy with butter (he'd been hoping it was a pregnancy thing, but if Jacob tolerated it than it probably wasn't), chips all flavored things no chip should be, twirlers, chocolate, pizza, and of course, diet coke.

"I'm guessing my offering of ice cream is going to be a little less impressive now," he says holding up the container.

"Oh, no that's exactly what this meal needed!" Sam explains with excitement, "Get the big spoon. The serving spoon! Never mind. You'll bring me a small one!" she says bounding out of the room to the kitchen.

"I'm glad you could stay," Jack offers Jacob.

"It felt odd staying in your house when you weren't around to say anything about it," the other man offers almost bashfully (if former Air Force generals can ever be called bashful.)

"Oh, it's definitely our house. Sam can invite whoever she wants. Besides, you're family, you don't really need an invitation."

Jacob smiles gratefully at that, "We used to do this when Sam was a teenager," he says swaying his hand over the mess on the bed, "After her mother died."

"Given the way Sam looked, and the salad, diet coke and jello meals I've seen her eat at base, I'd thought this junk food thing was a consequence of growing humans inside of her.," Jack admits.

"No, Sam eats healthy most of the time, and exercises all of the time. Then every once in a while she eats like an absolute pig."

"I think life is hard enough, and you've got to grab on to whatever happiness comes your way, and hold on tight," Jack says.

"What are we grabbing?" Sam asks with a giant wooden spoon while snatching the ice cream out of his arm.

"Junk food, and joy," Jack responds sitting down in the armed chair, and watching his wife consume ice cream like it is an Olympic event.

"How did the mission go?" Sam asks her husband as she takes a huge bite.

"Excellent. Daniel stayed to help them write a constitution. Even the leadership was on that stuff. It's probably been generations since there was anyone who actually chose to be a part of that Federation. There is a lot of grief right now, but going forward people are not going to be sending their babies off to the stars anymore."