By the time Jack and Sam returned, Ian's entire body ached from tension, and Jacob was sound asleep under his chin, a steady trail of drool trickling down Ian's neck and under the clean t-shirt Janet had brought him to change into. Sam smiled as she came over, looking as if she'd had a wonderful time away, but definitely glad to be back – considering the way she was watching Jacob.
Ian was happier than she was, though, there was no doubt. He smiled gratefully when she walked up.
"Hey."
"Hi."
She smiled at the way Jake was tucked up under his chin, the little body so relaxed it looked like he was made out of jello covered in skin.
"He woke up?"
"Oh yeah."
"Was he a hassle?"
Ian scowled. Sam smiled.
"Yeah?"
"Nah," Ian shrugged, although he was careful to hold on to Jacob while he did it.
"But you're glad to see me aren't you?"
"Oh, yes."
She reached out and carefully pulled Jacob off Ian, smiling at the trail of drool leading from her son's chin to Ian's neck, and noticing a fairly dark bruise on his neck.
Jacob woke up as he felt himself moved, and opened his eyes, looking around. Before he could start fussing, though, Sam cuddled him close to her, crooning softly to him. Comforted by her voice or touch – or both – Jacob fell back to sleep, and Ian stretched muscles that had been still – and tense for far too long.
"Nice hickey."
Ian tried to look at his neck, but since his head just didn't turn like that, he didn't know just how nice it was – although he had a fair idea of how he'd gotten it.
"Jake was holding my neck."
"He has a good grip," Sam agreed.
"Hey."
They both turned and watched Jack coming over, with Jaffer by his side and a large bag in his hand.
"How's my favorite 3 day old? Wow, nice hickey! What have you and my son been up to?"
Ian scowled.
"He grabbed me…"
"Of course he did."
"He did."
Jack smiled, and dropped the bag in Ian's lap.
"Fine. For being such a good babysitter and letting him have his way with you, here's some lunch."
Ian opened the bag and found several burgers and a large order of fries, and he grinned. Maybe it was worth being gummed and drooled on all morning. Although they were going to have to do a lot better than that to make up for him getting pissed on.
"Thanks."
"How was he?"
"A perfect angel…"
Jack's eyes glinted in good humor at the sarcasm in his voice.
"Not so much, huh?"
"He was okay."
"You didn't drop him did you?"
"Of course not."
"Did you change him?"
"No. I saved that for you. Merry Christmas."
"Smart ass."
Ian smiled, wiping the drool off his neck with the bottom of his short, and then pulling out the food and setting it on the bag, which he put in his lap.
"Did you guys find whatever it was you were looking for?" He asked curiously.
Sam smiled.
"Yup. We needed some baby stuff, still… especially clothes, since we weren't both positive what sex the baby was going to be."
She, of course, had been, but she didn't need to tell Jack she was right. Again. They all knew it.
"Did you get everything you needed?"
"Most of it," Jack replied. "Some odds and ends can wait, but the big stuff we had to get – especially since Fraiser's letting us go home tomorrow."
Which really meant that Janet was allowing Jacob to go home tomorrow – Sam was already cleared, and Jack never had been a prisoner – er patient – of hers. Ian was pretty much hoping that he was going to be allowed to leave the next morning as well – although he wasn't sure exactly what he was supposed to do for the next three weeks to a month. Which was how long Jack had told him he was going to take off – and SG-1 was going to be on downtime.
That was something he'd have to find out, he supposed.
"Well, good."
"How was the trip?"
Janet had come up behind them while they'd been talking, and smiled at Sam.
"It was good."
"But you rushed back here as soon as you could…"
She hesitated, looking at Ian and giving him an apologetic smile.
"Maybe not rushed…" Sam said. "But I was a little anxious to-"
"It's okay, Sam," Ian told her, sincerely. "I'm glad you hurried back, really."
"Before Jake had a chance to pee on him again," Janet said, smiling.
Ian scowled.
Jack grinned.
"He peed on you?"
"She handed him to me naked – of course he peed on me. I think the two of them planned it. I was just glad he didn't take a shi-"
"Hey," Jack interrupted. "No swearing in front of Jake, damn it."
Sam and Janet exchanged an amused look, and Sam shook her head.
"Thanks for watching him, Ian. Is there anything you need?"
He shook his head. All he needed was a shower – which he was going to go take the minute Fraiser left for the day. He wasn't positive she'd allow it while she was there, but once she was gone, he'd head out of the infirmary – presumably to go get something to eat at the infirmary or something – and sneak off to the locker room. Better to get forgiveness than permission, after all. At least, most of the time.
And he was pretty certain this was one of them.