Once Cassie was certain Ian was soundly asleep – and it didn't take long – she slid out of his arms and simply lay beside him, watching him sleep. She wasn't tired, or she might have napped with him – even though her mom probably wouldn't have approved of coming to look for her and finding her asleep in his arms in her infirmary. As it was, when Janet finally came looking for her, she was simply stretched out beside him, not even touching.

Janet was quiet when she pulled back the curtain, and walked over to the side of the bed that Ian was on. Gesturing for Cassie to move – she wasn't certain how she felt about her being on his bed with him like that in the first place – she ran her hand along Ian's forehead and cheek, checking him for a fever. He was warm, but it was only the warmth associated with sleeping people, and Fraiser was satisfied that there wasn't anything wrong with him. She had all his test results back, and none of them showed anything. He was just tired.

Again she made a silent gesture to Cassie, this time telling her to follow her, and the two of them left Ian to his sleep.

"Is he okay?" Cassie asked as soon as Janet had closed the curtain once more.

"He's fine, honey. All his tests are negative."

"He looks pretty tired."

Janet nodded.

"I won't worry unless he's like that tomorrow, too."

Reassured, since she knew her mom well enough to see that she really wasn't worried, Cassie looked over at the closed curtain that was around Sam's bed.

"Did Jacob wake up and nurse?"

Janet scowled.

"No. He's being as stubborn as Ian. Every time I thought we had him awake and ready, he dozed off."

Cassie smiled.

"It's not dangerous, is it?"

She figured her mom would look more worried than annoyed if it was bad. Sure enough, Janet shook her head, giving Cassie a smile.

"Nah. Sam knows what to do, now. When he's more awake, she'll convince him he's hungry."

"Can I see them?"

Janet nodded.

"Just for a minute, okay? Then we're going to head home."

Which told Cassie that Janet really wasn't worried about either of them, or she never would have left – even though it was getting late. Cassie nodded and went over to Sam's bed, while Janet went to check on her two Tok'ra patients – both of whom were going to recover from the explosion that had leveled them, but they were both still unconscious.

OOOOOOOO

"Hi, Sam…"

Sam smiled when she saw Cassie return.

"Hey, Cass. How's Ian?"

She shrugged, looking down at Jacob, who was asleep again – or still – and snuggled against Sam's breast.

"Sleeping. Mom says he's just tired. Probably. Where's Jack?"

"Off to kill us some dinner."

Cassie grinned; knowing that was exactly the way Jack had described it.

"We're going home, I guess..."

Sam nodded.

"Janet told me. And reminded me to call her if I needed anything."

Actually, she'd said it repeatedly, just to make sure Sam knew she meant it. There was a fully capable medical staff on duty that evening, but Janet would have been annoyed (and a little hurt) if Sam had a problem or serious question, and didn't call and ask Janet about it.

"I'll-"

"Are you ready?"

They turned as Janet walked back through the curtain, obviously ready to go. Cassie nodded and gave Sam a quick hug, careful not to jostle Jacob, and then left the curtained area. She could hear her mom giving Sam a series of instructions – probably repeating earlier ones – and a few moments later, Janet came out as well, looking satisfied that Sam was going to do what she told her.

"Let's go."

OOOOOOOO

"Hey…"

Sam looked over at Jack, who was looking down at the baby he'd been holding. A baby who'd been napping most of the night, and giving his mother and father a chance to spend a little quiet time together, staring at him. But as her gaze followed Jack's, she saw that Jacob's eyes were open and he was looking up at his father, his little face just visible in the warm blanket he was wrapped in.

"Look who's awake, mommy…" Jack murmured, smiling proudly at Sam as if it was all his idea that Jacob wake up just then.

Sam smiled, feeling the sting of tears as she watched the two of them. He was so wonderful, and he probably didn't even realize it. He'd taken the baby from her so she could eat, and had nagged her (he didn't call it that, but that's what it had been) until she'd eaten the entire plate of food he'd brought earlier, and then had kept hold of Jake while Sam went off to the bathroom, cleaning up a little and getting ready to settle in for the night. Only then had he eaten his own dinner – although she knew he had to be hungry.

Jacob and Hammond had stopped by. Jacob to tell Sam he'd be back, but he needed to get the information about Cato out to the other Tok'ra, and Hammond to make sure she didn't need anything before he left for the evening. Right on the heels of their leaving, Daniel and Teal'c both stopped by to do the same, and Sam and Jack sent them off to get some rest as well, leaving the four of them alone.

About ten o'clock, Jaffer had jumped down off the bed, and wandered off. Sam gave Jack a look that plainly asked if he was going to go see where the lab was going, but Jack shook his head. He'd taken Jaffer out, so he knew the dog didn't need to pee.

"He's probably going to go sleep with Ian," Jack said, holding the curtain open just enough to watch Jaffer's progress down the aisle of the room – as were several medics. Sure enough, the big black lab stopped at the curtain by Ian's bed, and vanished into it. Jack let their curtain fall and smiled. "His bed's less crowded."

Sam had smiled, and the two of them had resumed their previous position; cuddled close together with Jack holding Jacob in the crook of the arm that was nestled against Sam, sandwiching their son in their warmth, and making sure he would feel both of them touching him whenever he woke up that night.

And now he had.

"Hi, baby…" Sam murmured, softly, too, reaching out and touching her son's cheek with one finger. God, he was so tiny. But so perfect. Jacob turned his head at the touch, almost as if he was responding to her voice and was looking to see what she wanted, but Sam knew it was simply instinct, and smiled again, pulling open her shirt and baring a breast before reaching for him.

"Do we try it again?"

Jack handed him over, watching as Sam held the baby against her, guiding his mouth to her nipple, but Jacob simply nuzzled against her, just about there, and not quite.

"Want me to show him how it's done?" Jack offered, his eyes twinkling in the soft glow of the light behind the bed.

Sam grinned, looking down at the baby, and shifting just a little bit, to give him better access.

"He's just being stubborn," she said, using her finger to keep Jacob's head turned and his attention focused on what he was supposed to be doing. "I wonder who he gets that particular trait from?"

"I wouldn't know," Jack said, innocently. He smiled, then, though, because Jacob suddenly seemed to figure out exactly what his mother had been trying to get him to do. There was a slightly pained expression on Sam's face for just a moment, and then it turned to one of awe as she looked from Jack and then down at the baby. A faint line of milky drool running down his cheek gave tell-tale evidence that Sam's body was more than prepared to sustain her newborn son, and Jack smiled again, and rested his cheek on Sam's shoulder as the two of them watched Jacob nurse.

"He picked it up quick enough," Jack whispered, not wanting to distract the baby. "He's going to be a genius, like his momma. I can tell."