Janet slowly made her way through the living room over to the couch, where Daniel was sleeping. Crouching down next to him Janet noticed the picture that was lying on Daniel's chest. It was a picture of SG-1 and by the looks of it, it must have been taken after one of their annual paint ball wars.

Daniel, a shocked expression on is face, was covered in pink paint and in the process of falling over as Teal'c, who of course was spotless, shot at him, it kind of reminded Janet of a scene one might see in one of the Matrix movies. Jack, who was also covered in pink paint, had one arm wrapped around Sam's waist and was lifting her off the ground, wearing a mischievous look on his face. Sam, who had some blue paint on her clothes, wore a shocked but at the same time ecstatic look on her face.

"Daniel." Janet tried waking he fiancé. Getting no response she gently shook his shoulder. "Daniel, honey wake up."

"Mmm...Janet?" Daniel slowly rubbed the sleep out of his eyes and sat up, setting the picture on the coffee table.

"It's hard not having them around, isn't it?" Janet sat next to Daniel, who put a comforting arm around her shoulders.

"Yeah it is. I miss having Jack around tormenting me when I'm trying to get some work done. I know that sounds weird but..."

"You still miss it. I know how you feel I miss having Sam around to talk girl stuff with. I mean I know you try, but there's only so much you know about how women work."

"Gee thanks...I think." Daniel gave Janet a funny look when he saw the smirk she was trying to hide. "I know they're alive out there some where, don't ask me how I just know. And we should be allowed to do everything in our power to find them."

"I have no doubt we will eventually find them." The tone in Janet's voice left no room for argument, not that Daniel would have argued.

"So any way what did Dr. Warner say, Is it just the flu?"

"No I don't have the flu. Actually according to Bill I'm about 8 weeks pregnant."

"Pregnant...? As in a baby pregnant?" Seeing the nod Janet gave him a huge grin broke out on Daniel's face and he pulled Janet into a bear hug. Finding out he was getting the chance to be a father made Daniel feel happier than he'd felt in a long time.

"So you're happy about this?"

"Happy? Of course I'm happy, aren't you?"

"Of course I am. It's just that it seems strange not having Sam and Jack around to be a part of all this."

"I know what you mean, but you know as well as I do that Jack and Sam would want us to move on with our lives, get married, and have this baby."

"I know, you're right." The couple spent the rest of the night in each other's embrace, trying to think up baby names.

(Around eight months later)

"Jack, do you think I look fat?" Sam questioned from where she was sitting up in bed.

"No you look pregnant." Jack answered with out even opening his eyes.

Now as far as Sam was concerned Jack was cheating. How dare he come up with an answer like that. Men were supposed to trip all over themselves reassuring pregnant women that they were beautiful and would never look fat to them.

"Don't you think I look like a beached whale?"

"Again no, you look pregnant." This time Jack did open his eyes and rolled over to look at Sam. "Besides what's it matter? It's not like there's any one else around to see you."

"But you're here." Sam started rubbing her swollen stomach.

"Yes and I would love you and think you were the most beautiful thing alive, even if you were all fat, old, and wrinkly looking."

This caused Sam to smack Jack with one of her pillows, making Jack raise his arms in defense. "I'm trying to have a serious conversation her and you're making jokes."

"I am being serious. I would love you and think you were beautiful no matter what." Jack propped himself up on one elbow and gave Sam a kiss. "Now do you want to tell what this is all about?"

"Nothing really. I guess its just all these hormones are making me self conscious about my looks, I'm not exactly looking my greatest lately, you know."

"Look I don't care about any of those kind of things. As long as you and the baby are healthy, I'll be happy."

Ok now Jack just wasn't playing fair, Sam nearly burst into tears when she head Jack's words. Sam knew that Jack meant every word he'd said, but still. Jack rested his head against Sam's stomach and began stroking it and in turn Sam started stroking his hair. The two laid there in silence for a few moments, but no matter how content Sam was, she really needed to be getting up to use the bathroom.

"Jack..."

"Mmm?" When Sam didn't answer right away Jack slowly raised his head up to look at Sam. "Ah not again. We just got back."

"I know and I'm sorry, but this kid seems to think that my bladder's a soccer ball."

"Geeze you're not even born yet and you're already going to be the death of me." Jack spoke to Sam's stomach as he climbed out of bed and helped Sam out as well. "Come on Free Willy let's get you to the bathroom." Jack winced when Sam smacked him up side the head. For an eight month pregnant lady Sam could move pretty quickly when she wanted to.

Jack couldn't believe it, he was actually a father again, as he sat holding his newborn son. When Sam had finally gone into labor several hours earlier Jack had been out side working on building a crib. He had heard what sounded like a dish breaking and then Sam call out his name. Hearing the pain and fear in Sam's voice, Jack dropped what he'd been doing and quickly sprinted into the house.

Looking back Jack realized he'd never been more freighted in his life. He could face down fleets of Goa'uld ships and not flinch, but when Sam had told him that her water had broken he froze, not having a clue what to do. Thankfully Sam had managed to keep a cool head and with her help he was able to deliver their son.

"You now we still have to pick a name." Sam spoke up from where she was laying in bed. She took the baby from Jack and started nursing him.

"I've been thinking about that." Jack stated as he settled in next to Sam. "How does Carter Jacob O'Neill sound, CJ for short?"

"Carter?"

"Yeah why not? He's just as much a carter as he is an O'Neill. And believe me when I say after all the trouble he's been these last couple of months, he has definitely got Carter genes in him." Sam merely responded by throwing a pillow at Jack.

Janet found herself standing in front of the full-length mirror in her and Daniel's bedroom. Daniel was leaning in the doorway watching her.

"Daniel when did I start to look like an elephant?" Janet turned towards Daniel, rubbing her hand over her stomach.

"Please tell me you're not trying to ask me if you look fat." Daniel stood up straighter.

"Are you saying I'm fat?"

"I would have to decline from answering that, because if I say no you'll accuse me of being a liar, rip my arm off, and then proceed to beat me to death with it, and if I say yes you'll still rip my arm off and beat me to death with it."

Janet certainly looked like she was ready to rip something off, but not necessarily an arm. Daniel had learned early on that Janet could get quite moody if not down right mean sometimes when she was pregnant. But he was loving every minute of it any way.

Seeing Janet's eyes start to tear up, Daniel quickly made his way across the room and engulfed her in a comforting hug.

"Janet, I do not think you look fat, I think you look beautiful. You're carrying our child in here." Daniel placed a hand on Janet's stomach, "And I think it's the most beautiful thing in the world."

Janet was about to reply when she suddenly felt a squirming nudge in her lower stomach. She tried to ignore it at first, figuring it was just the baby moving, but soon the squirming turned into painful cramps and then...

"Um Daniel I think my water just broke." Janet clutched her stomach as another cramp hit.

"Wait...what...you're...now?" Daniel, master linguist, man capable of speaking dozens of different languages was completely speechless. One minute he'd been comfortingly hugging his wife and then the next thing he knew she was going into labor.

Daniel was sitting next to Janet, who was lying in a hospital bed holding their new baby girl, when Cassie, Teal'c, and general Hammond entered the room. Looking up at the three Daniel motioned for Cassie to come closer. Cassie sat on the other side of the bed and looked down at the baby in Janet's arms.

"Cassie I'd like you to meet your new sister, Shayla." Janet introduced the two.

"She's so tiny." Cassie had never really seen a newborn baby before, not even on her home world.

"Yes she is, but she won't always be." Daniel stated. "Pretty soon before you know it she'll be all grown up and you'll be wishing she was small again."

Daniel watched with pride as his friends and family interacted with his newborn daughter. The only thing that could have made things any better was if Jack and Sam had been there to share this with. He hoped that were ever his friends were they were together and happy.

Sam slowly padded out of the bedroom some time around two in the morning, headed for the living room. She'd woken up to find Jack and CJ gone and figured CJ had gotten restless and Jack was trying to settle him down. Sure enough when she entered the living room there was Jack holding CJ.

"And of course we can't forget ol' uncle Danny, the Spacemonkey that he is..." Jack stopped when he felt Sam wrap an arm around his waist and rest her head against his shoulder. "Oh...I uh...I was just telling him about home."

"I figured." Sam pulled Jack down to sit with her on the couch.

"Yeah he was getting restless and you need your sleep, so I thought if I told him about home he'd maybe go back to sleep or at least settle down."

"Seems to have worked." Sam watched, as CJ lay happily content in Jack's arms. "If you're tired I can take him."

"Nah I'm good." Jack gave her a reassuring smile. "You know this is more than I could ever have hoped for. Here I am sitting with the love of my life and getting a second chance at fatherhood, I don't think I've ever been more happy."

"I know exactly how you feel."

Sam soon fell back asleep leaning against Jack who had an arm around her shoulders. Not wanting to disturb either CJ or Sam, Jack pulled a blanket over Sam and himself. He was perfectly content right where he was.

The next morning Sam watched CJ sleeping in the small crib Jack had made, while Jack got breakfast ready. All of this - living with one Jack O'Neill, having and raising a child with said Jack O'Neill - was something she'd never thought would possible, but here she was living and raising a child with him. Sam had never been happier in her life.