A/N: Thank you all for your reviews (and thank you to all of you not reviewing but still enjoying the story!). I hope everyone had a wonderful and peaceful Shabbat, mine was great.

The next morning everyone rose bright and early…well, the guys rose early because that's what Phebe decided to do, Jack and Sam rose early because that's what they were trained to do, and Lydia and Tris rose early because they heard Sam leave. Everyone else was still asleep.

It was a very good thing that most everyone had decided to get up early, because no sooner had the clock struck 0800, then the doorbell rang. Jack mumbled something about inconsiderate people as he got up from his coffee (and Sam) to answer the door.

On the other side was none other than Tamar, Manny and their children; thirteen year old Joel, ten year old Timothy, and five year old Noah. Upon seeing their Uncle Jack, all three boys decided to pounce on him, causing Jack to stagger back a few feet.

"Tam! Get them off of me!" Jack cried playfully.

Tamar grinned at her older brother. It hadn't been easy for her growing up with six older brothers who all felt the need to 'protect' her from the male population of Chicago…not that she was really complaining. She'd had her share of bad boyfriends who kept on trying to get back together with her after they broke up. In those situations all she had to do was call on big brother Jonathan to teach them a lesson.

"Boys, come on. Give him some room to breath," Manny berated his sons kindly.

It was only after his three nephews let go of him entirely that Jack could get a good look at the family of five. The first thing he noticed when looking at his sister was that she was a little more plump than the last time he saw her…and there was a familiar glow in her face.

"You're pregnant," he said in a statement – not a question.

Tam nodded, "Three months along."

Jack grinned at his sister, giving her a big hug, "This is great! Why didn't you tell me?"

"I didn't want to worry you, Jonathan. Now, can we come inside out of the cold, or do I have to beg?"

"Come in, come in," Jack said, ushering his sister and her family into the nice warm kitchen full of wide-awake (not) people. Sam was 'feeding' Phebe her breakfast so Luke could have a moment of peace in which to drink a few cups of coffee.

Sam looked up as she heard the footsteps draw closer to the kitchen, smiling when she recognized the woman standing there beside her General. She rose and gave the woman a friendly hug, "Tamar. It's so good to see you again."

Tamar smiled, "It's good to see you, too, Sam. You have no clue how thrilled I was when I found out the 'reinforcement' Jonathan was talking about was you. Let me get a good look at you," Tamar backed up from Sam and drunk in her appearance. "Still after fifteen years, you look amazing."

Sam put her hand on Tamar's belly, "And you look like you're going to pop out another O'Neill for the tree."

Manny grinned, "And another 'Stevenson' for our tree. It's good to see you again, Sam."

"You too, Manny. How's work? Everything still on schedule?"

Manny nodded, "And going as planned. Nothing the great Samantha Carter would have to worry about."

"Dr. Stevenson you're embarrassing me. You're a married man now, you can't go around flirting like you did in school," Sam berated Jack's brother-in-law.

Jack shook his head at his 2IC and sister, "You two know each other? From where?"

Sam grinned knowingly at Tamar as the mother of three said, "We met at a Hell's Angels convention twenty years ago, Jonathan. You know, the place Manny took me on our third date?"

Sam grinned, remembering the day, "Tam thought my bike was the greatest thing since sliced bread and we spent the entire time talking about different models." She cocked her head to one side slightly, turning to Manny, "Didn't you have to drag her away from the show when you were the one that wanted to go in the first place?"

Manny scowled at Sam, "Don't remind me!"

Sam smiled, turning her attention to Tamar's children, "Hi Joel, how's school? Keeping your grades up?"

The thirteen year old nodded; he loved hearing the tales his 'Aunt Sam' would tell whenever she came to visit – and he also knew that she only told them when the three boys were being 'good little Jewish boys' (A/N: I mean no offense by that comment, I just thought it was funny). "Yes, Aunt Sam. And last week at the synagogue I helped Mrs. Colenstien set up the refreshments. Noah and Timothy helped me, too."

Sam smiled warmly, "That's good. I'm glad to see my outrageous stories still have an affect on you three." She ruffled his hair and gave five-year-old Noah a hug. Timothy may have been 'too old for his aunt's hugs' but Noah made no pretence of that at all - he loved his Auntie Sam's hugs, they made him feel so important and grown up.

"So...breakfast?" Jack asked curiously.

A/N: I hope all of you liked it enough to review. By the way things have been going, I think the last chapter will be posted by the first night of Hanukkah (Christmas day for all of you who don't know).

Review, please!