The plane ride to Paris was uneventful and long. Sam and Jack chose to sleep on the plane instead of when they got to their hotel because they both knew what was going to happen at the hotel was nothing like sleep (except in the case of the baby Sam was pregnant with, who found most motion soothing).

When the couple stepped out of the plane, they entered one of the most beautiful and relaxing scenes on the planet. Even with the four bodyguards the president had sent with them, they couldn't help but enjoy the cool breeze that was flowing over the Seine. Jack looked lovingly at his wife, remembering how long it had taken them to get to that point in their lives. He was so happy that the many other potential couples at the SGC didn't have to endure what his Sam and he had to.

Those thoughts still sounded strange even in his head, and even after a year of marriage - his Sam, his Carter, and most importantly his wife. God, he loved that woman. Jack watched, in a trance as Sam's hair blew in the light breeze. She shivered slightly in her dark blue sweater and even darker blue knee length skirt.

Concern filled his voice, "Are you cold, Sam?"

The woman in question smiled briefly, but it was a smile full of love for the man before her. She nodded quietly. Jack grinned slightly as he took off his infamous black leather jacket and draped it over his wife's shoulders.

The couple was led through Customs and after roughly two hours of answering meaningless questions about what was in their bags, they got to the hotel that President Hayes had booked them at for the next two weeks. When Samantha got out of the cab they were in, she looked up at one of the most expensive hotels in Paris, and one of the most elite.

At the registration desk, one of the men on their security detail stepped forward to give the name the reservation was under to the clerk. The two got into some small misunderstanding and a small yelling match ensued. This only stopped when the body-guard said something very nasty in English and Jack came forward to work the whole problem out.

Sam was very surprised in the next few minutes to learn that her husband of one year on that day, October 23, could speak fluent French. Well, not exactly surprised, Jack had dropped hints of the talent on many missions, but shocked that he knew more that just "What is it?" "Hi," "What happened?" and "It's nice to meet you."

In a matter of about thirty seconds the issue was resolved and Jack strode confidently back to his wife with a key to their suit.

Back at the SGC, Daniel was learning first hand what a handful twins could be, especially twins with telekinesis. He had just put them down for a nap when he saw one of Johnny's favorite toys (a gray stuffed elephant) rise on it's own and start moving towards their room. The archeologist picked up the moving toy from the air and walked into the bedroom to find Thora giggling quietly and Johnny standing up on his bed, arms outstretched for the elephant.

Daniel handed the toy to the little boy and crossed his arms on his chest. "Now Johnny, what did your mother tell you about using your powers when it's nap time?"

Johnny looked up at his uncle guiltily, "It's a bad thing to do when I should be sleeping."

"That's right, now, do you want me to take away all of your toys for the remainder of your nap time? Because if you don't stop it and go to sleep, I will."

Thora was as horrified at this prospect as Johnny was, neither could sleep without the animals their Uncle Teal'c had purchased for them when they were born. "No, Uncle Danny. We'll be good. We promise."

"Yeah, we promise," Johnny chimed in.

Daniel looked between the two for a moment then nodded his head in consent before leaving them to sleep.

"Psst, Thora!" Johnny whispered when his uncle was gone.

"What Johnny?"

"Do you think he'd notice if we moved things in this room?"

"Go to sleep you two!" a voice boomed from the hallway.