"Wow, it's a regular party…"

Jack smiled down at Sam, who was in a wheelchair (just a precaution) and holding Jacob, and then looked through the doorway to the commissary again before wheeling her in. She was right; it did look like a party. The cake Nathan and Maggie had brought was a big one – Nate did everything big like that, so Jack wasn't surprised – and when he'd gone to get plates for it, he'd called the rest of the military personnel in the room over for their share of it. It wasn't like Ian was going to eat the whole thing himself, after all. (Although he would have tried, if given the chance)

Teal'c, Daniel and Jacob had all joined Ian and his folks at the table – Hammond had some work he needed to get done, but promised he'd make an appearance later – and Janet was on her way, saying she had a couple of calls to make once she got Sam ready to move, and reminding Jack not to let her get up and walk around – and to be careful with that baby. Like they needed to be told that!

By the time Sam and Jack arrived, the table was littered with wrapping paper and all sorts of opened presents with another one in his hand. He smiled when he saw Jack and Sam, though, and everyone's attention went the same direction as his gaze. Nate grinned hugely, and got to his feet, coming over and looking down at Sam and the baby.

"How are you feeling?"

Sam nodded, smiling. It was hard not to smile when Nate smiled at you, because the big man did it so rarely and genuinely that it was a real treat. Exactly like Ian.

"I'm good. Thanks to Ian."

Nate looked over at his son, who hadn't heard the comment, and Sam could see pride in those blue eyes of his.

"Yeah, well… maybe he should be a doctor, huh?"

She laughed and shook her head.

"I don't think he'd like that."

"Can I see Jake?"

Sam smiled at the shortening of her son's name, and decided that she liked that. Jake. She nodded and handed the infant up to him, almost telling him to be careful until she realized that he was treating the little boy like the treasure he already was. Jacob was awake – being passed from person to person for the majority of his life was something that would keep a fellow up, after all – and he looked up at Nathan with an almost dazed expression on his face.

"He looks like someone just told him a dirty joke he doesn't get…" Nate said, grinning down at the baby.

"Oh, Sam, he's beautiful…"

Maggie had left Ian's side and come over to meet the newest O'Neill.

Sam smiled proudly, even though she hadn't had all that much to do with that. The little guy didn't look at all like her. His eyes were blue, but Janet had already told her they could and probably would change color. He looked like his daddy. And Sam loved that.

"Thanks, Maggie."

"Can I hold him?"

Nate scowled, turning so she couldn't take him.

"I just got him. Wait your turn, woman."

Maggie laughed, and turned her attention back to Sam, gesturing for Jack to push the wheelchair over to the table.

"Come and have some cake. He'll get tired of holding the baby soon enough – at least when the diaper needs changing he will. He never dropped Ian on his head, so Jacob will be safe enough."

Sam and Jack were neither one worried about Nathan holding their son. The big man was surprisingly gentle as he carried the baby over to the group – now that he was certain his wife wasn't going to steal him away – and he walked over to Jacob, who had been watching with a proud smile of his own.

"He's a bit small."

"He gets that from Jack, probably." Jacob said.

"Hey, I heard that."

"How do you feel?" Sam asked Ian, who looked only slightly more alert than he had in the infirmary. Obviously cake and sweetened coffee weren't going to be enough to wake him up.

He smiled, still holding the unwrapped box in his hand.

"Shouldn't I be asking you that?"

"I'm fine."

"And the baby?"

"Healthy."

Ian nodded, his dark eyes unreadable – although she wasn't sure if that was because he was tired, or because of what he'd been through.

"What did you get for your birthday?" Jack asked, sitting down in a chair between Daniel and Sam's wheelchair and looking at the presents on the table. There were a lot of packages of t-shirts, and books. Big, thick books that Jack was certain were boring.

"He's terrible to buy for," Maggie said, coming back over and reclaiming her seat, Jake now in her capable arms. "He doesn't collect anything. He's not a clotheshorse, so we can't buy him anything but jeans and t-shirts, really, and he doesn't even have any particular taste in music. When he was little, it was easier, because you couldn't go wrong with GI-Joe or something – and he loved Legos. Now…" She shrugged, helplessly.

Jack smiled.

"Legos, huh?"

Ian scowled.

"I was little."

"Uh huh."

"Open that present, Son."

Ian looked up and saw that Nate had returned, Jacob with him. Nathan set a cup of coffee in front of his wife, and another one in front of Sam, who gave him an appreciative smile and took a sip. Janet hadn't told her she couldn't have cake or coffee.

He looked at the box in his hand, and ripped it open. And found a gun. Another Glock – identical to the one that he already had. Then he realized with a pang that he didn't have a clue where that one was. He'd had it-

"It's a backup weapon, Son," Nate told him. "And a perfect match for the other one."

Jack nodded, approvingly, reaching out and taking the gun from Ian. It was exactly like the other one – which was sitting in his office. O'Neill checked to make sure it wasn't loaded – it wasn't, of course; Nate was far more intelligent than that – and then hefted it and worked the action.

"It's perfect, Nate," he agreed, nodding again and looking at Ian. "Your backup weapon should always be the same as your primary weapon," Jack said. Several of the Marines in the room nodded as well. This wasn't something they taught, but it was true.

"Since you don't usually go for a backup weapon unless you're in some kind of emergency – or in a spot when you've lost your primary gun – you don't usually have time to readjust to a different weight or caliber of gun." Sam said, nodding as well, and reminding everyone in the room that just because she'd had a baby, it didn't mean she wasn't still one of the best shots there.

"You'll need to take it out on the range and get some rounds through it to work out the newness," Nathan said, taking the gun back from Jack. "I was going to do it for you, but Maggie thought you might want to do it yourself."

"Thanks, Dad. Mom."

Maggie handed Jake over to Sam, who took him and cuddled him – looking for all the world like she was going to hold on to him for a while now that everyone had had a chance to hold him – and kissed her son's cheek.

"You're welcome, baby."

Ian blushed a brilliant shade of red – to everyone's amusement. It wasn't often they saw the cocky young man in such a situation. Birthdays should come more than once a year.