Surprised, Ian looked from Jack over to Sam, wondering if he'd been joking. Sam wasn't smiling, though. At least, it wasn't the smile of someone who was in on a big joke.

"Godfather?" Ian repeated.

Jack nodded, his arm still around Sam.

"We talked it over last night, and couldn't think of a better choice than you."

Ian looked down at the baby, who was still staring at him as if the two of them had some secret that only they knew.

"Are you sure?" He asked.

"If you say no, then the rule is you have to put him back where you found him," Jack said, shrugging.

Sam chuckled, and put her hand on Ian's leg, her eyes smiling.

"We were actually thinking about it before yesterday, Ian. Jack and I both think highly of you, you know. Please?"

Like he could ever say no to her?

Jack watched the young man look down at Jacob again, and saw in his expression that the idea was growing on him the more he thought about it.

"You can even talk like Marlon Brando to him, if you want…"

Ian looked up, curious.

"What?"

"You know… like in the movie…"

"I never saw the movie."

"You never saw The Godfather?" Jack asked, incredulous. Come to think of it, he'd never seen any of the Star Wars movies until Jack had brought them over and made him watch them with him and the others. "What did you do growing up? Watch PBS?"

"Hey, at least I didn't hang out with my dinosaur and draw pictures on cave walls all day long…"

Sam laughed, knowing that only the fact that Ian was hurt, holding the baby and in Janet's infirmary was keeping Jack from retaliating for that particular comment.

"So is that a yes?" She asked before the two of them could get started.

Ian hesitated for just a moment longer, but then he nodded.

"I'd be honored."

"That means you have to pay for his wedding when he gets married," Jack said.

"What?"

"It's in the movie… the whole set of rules are in the movie. Too bad you haven't seen it, so you don't know. There's something in there about bringing breakfast in bed to the parents of the kid you're the Godfather to, too, but-"

"Don't listen to him, Ian," Sam said.

"I never do, Sam."

"Hey…"

Sam smiled again, and leaned over and kissed Ian's cheek, serious again, although her eyes were still filled with laughter because Jack was sputtering indignantly beside her.

"Thank you, Ian. For what you did, and for being who you are."

That had to be the very first time anyone had ever thanked him for being him. But Ian blushed a brilliant shade of red at the kiss, and Sam's smile grew. She couldn't wait to see if she could embarrass Shawn that easily – and Jacob, too, for that matter, when he was old enough.

Looking down at Jacob, because he knew he'd just get redder if he looked at Sam – how did she do that to him? – Ian mumbled something neither Sam nor Jack could understand. But both of them knew it didn't really matter. Jack reached over Sam and rested his hand lightly on Ian's head for a moment, then tousled his hair lightly to hide the gesture. Predictably, Ian ducked that and with the more serious mood eased a little; he managed to look at them both again.

"How's the leg?" Sam asked, changing the subject to make it even easier for him.

He shrugged, looking down at it.

"I can wiggle my toes, so it's hardly going to fall off any time soon."

"We-"

"Hey, guys."

Janet had come to join them, holding three medical charts in her hand. For once, not one of them had the name Jack O'Neill on it.

Sam smiled at Janet, but Ian's expression was much more guarded – as if he was waiting to assess her mood before answering. She was past being annoyed with him, though, as her next words plainly showed.

"Ian, I want to take you for another series of x-rays on that knee, if you're up for it?"

Had she still been miffed, it would have been an order, not a request, and they all knew it. He nodded, and handed Jacob back to Sam. The infant had started to doze off in his arms, but woke with a start when he was moved, and his tiny face screwed up into a scowl as he debated whether or not to start crying again. Heading him off, Sam cuddled him close, crooning softly to him and brushing her hand gently along his face and head. The scowl faded at the touch and he yawned, instead, and then closed his eyes, his cheek resting against her breast and his ear against her heart.

Sam smiled, and when she looked up from him, she saw she wasn't the only one.

"Nice catch," Jack said, giving her a look that turned her insides to goo and made her almost want to cry again.

Janet smiled, too, and actually had an urge to rush over to Emmett's and tell him she wanted a baby, too. Smiling at that thought – although, hey, she wasn't too old to be thinking like that – she turned to Ian.

"Ready?"

"Can I have breakfast?"

"When we're done."

"As much as I want – and no sick person food?"

"We'll see."

He scowled, wondering if that was the 'maybe' we'll see, or the 'not a chance' we'll see. It didn't really matter, though, since he pretty much knew he was subject to her own whims here in her infirmary. Even worse; she knew it, too.

"Fine."

"We'll come chat with you later, Ian," Jack said, moving off the bed so Sam could as well, and clearing the way for a medic with a wheelchair to come over to get Ian.

Ian nodded, wincing when he jarred the injured leg on the footrest of the wheelchair as the medic helped him over to it.

"Bring some of your cave drawings, Jack. I have a feeling I'm going to be here a while."