Hey, beautiful woman… are you going to sleep all day?"

Sam opened her eyes at the sound of Jack's soft whisper, and found herself looking into three sets of brown eyes. Jack was leaning over her, one hand bracing himself above her on the bed, and the other holding Jacob, who was also watching her, his brown eyes warm and a slight smile on his tiny face. Of course, it was probably just gas, but it made Sam smile anyways, because it made the baby look just like his daddy, who was wearing a slight smile, too.

The other set of eyes belonged to Jaffer, who was hovering close as well, his eyes cheerful and just as warm. As soon as Jaffer saw her open her eyes – a sure sign that she was awake – the black lab whuffled her cheek and neck for just a moment, a greeting in itself, and then backed away, making room for Jack.

Sam sat up a little, sleepily. She'd had a long night the night before. Jacob had been incredibly fussy and because he was crying she'd taken him into the main room of the infirmary to avoid disturbing Ian – who still hadn't made any indication that he was ready to wake up, yet. Jack had offered to handle Grumpy Baby – as Jake was called when he was peevish – but since the infant calmed a lot quicker if Sam nursed him than he would if he was only offered a bottle, she'd told Jack to get some sleep and they'd join him when they were done.

By the time Jake was asleep and Sam was certain he wasn't going to wake up anytime soon, it'd been late, and Jack had been asleep. She'd put Jake in his basinet and had slid into bed next to Jack, who had woken just enough to wrap his arms around her and cuddle her close before closing his eyes once more and drifting off.

"Good morning," Sam told him – them. "You're up early."

"Of course we are," he said, handing Jacob to her so he could have both hands free. She took the baby, and smiled once more. Jacob was dressed in a new outfit. A sharp looking little suit-type jumper complete with a clip on tie and suspenders that didn't hold anything up. Sam had never seen the outfit before, so she decided that Jack must have bought it himself without telling her – as a surprise for this very day. "You hold him for a minute, and I'll be right back."

He didn't give her a chance to answer. Instead, he left the room and returned with a tray, laden with a huge breakfast, a vase with a single red rose in it, and two packages – one a beautifully wrapped box, and the other more of an envelope.

"Breakfast in bed?" Sam asked, smiling as he put the tray on her lap and adjusted the legs so it wasn't resting on her. "I'm impressed."

Jack's smile was warm as he took Jacob back and sat down next to her.

"It was supposed to be breakfast in bed – in our bed," he said. "Made by yours truly. Since the situation has made that impossible – this year – it's breakfast in this bed, made by a restaurant downtown that just happens to deliver. As far as the main gate, anyways."

"I don't care where it is, Jack," Sam told him, her eyes suddenly misting over when she realized that this day could have been so much worse if he-

"Hey…" he pulled her attention from those thoughts, knowing exactly what she'd been thinking about from the instant change of expression and the loss that had crept into her eyes. His hand was gentle as he cupped her cheek and leaned forward to kiss her lightly. "Rule number one of Mother's day: no thinking about what could have been. Understand?"

She sniffed, and nodded, wiping her eyes. And looked down just in time to see Jaffer sneak a slice of bacon off the tray while she and Jack were distracted. She smiled, and sniffed again.

"Okay."

"Good." He leaned back to give her a little room. "The flower is from Jaffer."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah. Because he loves you, too, you know?"

Her smile grew, but she nodded. Yeah, she did know. As if to make sure she didn't have any doubt, though, Jaffer whuffled her face, his bacon breath warm and his tongue quite wet. She giggled, despite herself, and finally had to push him away before she drowned.

"This…" Jack said, reaching over and handing her the little box that had been on the tray. "Is from Jacob."

Sam unwrapped the box and found a ring box – similar to the one that had held her engagement ring. She looked up at Jack, who was smiling, and his brown eyes were only on her.

"Open it."

She did, and found a delicate ring made of gold. Set in the ring were two stones – in a lopsided fashion, or so she thought until Jack spoke up.

"It's a Mother's ring. The first stone is your birthstone," he explained, pointing at it. "It goes in the very center. The other stone is Jake's birthstone. It'll go on that side, and when – and if – you decide we're going to have another baby, her stone will go on the other side of yours – so yours will be in the middle. That's why it looks crooked right now. It won't be even until you give me a daughter."

"And if I give you another son…?"

"Well… it'll still be even, but it won't be fair."

Sam smiled and slid the ring on her finger.

"It's beautiful, Jack."

He smiled, pleased that she liked it.

"So are you."

Sam felt her cheeks redden. He could always make her blush with one well-aimed compliment, no matter how many times he said it. It was probably the intense look of love in his eyes when he said it, one that made her shiver no matter how warm the room was.

To hide that, she reached over and took Jacob from him, hugging their son close and kissing him, making him gurgle in happiness.

"So… a present from Jaffer, and a present from Jacob… and breakfast in bed from you. What a wonderful-"

"Oh, no… breakfast in bed is just because. It's not a present."

"It isn't?"

He smiled, and shook his head, this time catching Jaffer as the black lab tried to slip another slice of bacon off the tray.

"Hey, little man… you already had breakfast. Don't be greedy."

Jaffer gave him an innocent look that none of them bought, and made a whuffing noise – kind of a cross between a grumble and a sigh – and hopped down off the bed, sauntering over to Ian's and hopping up on his. The lab flopped down beside the sleeping cadet with a deep sigh of contentment – he had managed to steal several slices of bacon before he'd been caught, after all – and closed his eyes. There was more room on Ian's bed, anyways.

Jack grinned, and handed the envelope on the tray to Sam.

"This is from me."

She opened it and found a brochure inside. Pulling it out, she saw that it was for a high-class bed and breakfast in Denver. Inside the brochure was information on a reservation – for two – the next weekend. She looked up at Jack, who shrugged.

"It was going to be for this weekend," he explained. "It's just an overnight deal – since I didn't think you'd want to leave Jake any longer than that… Janet said she'd babysit."

"A whole day and night alone?" Sam said, smiling. She wasn't positive she'd really feel comfortable leaving Jacob for even that long, but it sure sounded tempting. They hadn't had any time to themselves since he'd been born, and while they both loved him to distraction, a night alone wasn't such a terrible sounding thing. "What about Jaffer?"

"We could have Teal'c or Ian watch him."

"Just the two of us…?" Sam smiled. "Whatever would we do…?"

He smiled, and leaned forward, his lips brushing against hers, delicately.

"I have a few ideas…"

"Yeah…? Like what?"

He kissed her, then, and ran his hand lightly along her side, careful not to press too close and squish Jake between them. Sam shivered at the touch, and leaned closer, closing her eyes.

"You guys want to be left alone…?"

The voice was tired, but there was definitely a note of humor in it, and Sam and Jack both jumped, looking over at Ian's bed, guiltily. The cadet was still sprawled flat, but now his head was resting on Jaffer's shoulder, and his free arm was around the lab, his eyes open and watching them with undisguised amusement.