A/N: Okay, here's the next chap sorry it took so long!

Jacob held his beautiful daughter in his arms as they slowly made their way around the dance floor. Of course he had to chuckle a few times as his grandsons made themselves known as they kicked him in the gut.

"Feisty, aren't they?" he smiled at her.

"Oh yeah. Even more so when Jack's around though." Her smile was the biggest Jacob had seen it since before her mother had passed away.

"It was a beautiful ceremony, Sam. And Daniel's speech was… enlightening to say the least."

Sam's laughter practically filled the crowded room thinking of all the flirty instances Daniel had brought up as examples of the strength of her and Jack's love.

"I never knew all that stuff about the two of you. Some things a father just doesn't want to hear. I take it that 'sweet little tank top number' had to do with the Broca Virus?" Jacob pulled back in time to see the flush of his daughter's face, knowing that would have brought about some reaction in her.

Sam swayed suddenly, alarming Jacob to her tiring condition. "Whoa, you okay there Sammy?"

"I think I need to sit down." She rubbed her stomach, trying to sooth the babies as her father led her to the head table to relax.

Jack noticed Sam move to sit down and the small grimace, and hugged Cassie, releasing her to dance with someone else while he went to check on his new wife.

"Sam, are you okay?" He wrapped his arms around her and the back of the chair, trying to comfort her.

"I've just been on my feet too much today."

Jack grinned, realizing he'd hadn't sat down at all that day, and decided he could use a rest as well. The couple looked out over their friends and family who had all gathered to witness the marriage of the two most favorite officers in the entire SGC.

Sam was still overwhelmed with the size of Jack's family. A few times she had approached Seamus from behind, only to stop short when she saw the Oak Leaves on his shoulders. All the kids had found people to dance with, most of the girls dancing with their grandfathers or fathers.

She finally noticed the reddish blonde head of one teenager she'd been trying to follow all night. Nudging Jack's arm, she pointed and giggled when his jaw dropped to the floor.

"I knew we should have tied those two to opposite corners of the room," Jack sighed. His grin betrayed the defeated tone he tried to use.

"Yeah, well like mother, like daughter." Sam pointed over to the other end of the dance floor where Daniel had his arms full of one short, tough spirited CMO.

"Finally! You know they're just as bad as we are."

Sam leaned back against her new husband and sighed contently. This was definitely going great. The only thing she was worried about now was how Nate would feel about them taking in him and his baby brother.

"When do you think we should talk to him?" she asked Jack, watching Nate and Cassie glide across the dance floor.

"They need to take a break some time," Jack grinned in response. A movement out of the corner of his eye caught his attention.

His father stepped up in front of their table and looked directly at Jack. Holding out his hand, he smiled. "I, uh," he started, in typical O'Neill fashion. Jack grasped his hand in anticipation. "I'm proud of you, son."

Jack stared slack-jawed at his father, as he took the outstretched hand in his. "Who are you and what have you done with my father?"

Patrick laughed. A genuine, hearty laugh. It was the first Jack could remember in almost thirty years. Jack cocked his head to the side, curious at the change in his father's demeanor.

"Sir?"

"Jack, just… listen for a second." His father sighed and pulled up a chair next to the groom. "I know we've already smoothed some things out, but you and I, we're exactly alike, in just about every way. When you were younger, Sea was the one sneaking out all the time, and going to all those parties and over to Jen's. You, you were the one who always directly disobeyed us, smoked in your room. Hell, you had detention just about every day of the school year."

Sam's eyes widened in shock. She knew Jack was a troublemaker. Hell, his file was probably the thickest of anyone's she'd ever seen, but she'd always suspected it'd started when he was in school. He was your typical rebel against authority teenage type.

Jack winced recalling what had gotten him into the Air Force in the first place. He sent his wife an apologetic look and signaled for his father to follow him across the room. One of the corner tables was completely empty, and with just about everyone else out on the dance floor it was quiet enough for them to talk in private.

"It's pretty obvious from the sheer number of people here that the two of you are well liked. You've changed, a lot, and it's all been for the better. I'm truly sorry for all you've been through, son. I put far more burden on you than you should have had." Patrick stared down at his unreliable and arthritic fingers. His age had started catching up to him years before, but he'd been trying to hold back during his visit with his son.

"Dad-"

"Jack." He sighed with the effort of the outburst. It had gotten worse since they'd flown in the beginning of the week. His argument with Jack earlier in the week hadn't done this much to him. "Your mother and I have always been proud of you kids. Karen and Grant are the financial wizzes of the family. Sea has been raising his three kids on his own and doing an amazing job. And you, you're the protector. I know Sea is in the Air Force, too, but I know his heart's kept him riding a desk. You've always been on the front line. Had your mother worried to death for years."

He gave a small smile remembering the sleepless nights the couple had spent worrying about their "oldest" son. "I may not have said it as much as your mother, I love you guys just as much."

Jack didn't know how to respond. Years of silence between the two men left them clueless to each other. Instead, he stuck out his hand in peace and smiled.

"I should get back to Sam." He slowly stood up, helping his father to his feet and headed back to where Sam sat talking to Jacob.

"Hey," he whispered, circling his arms around her shoulders. "How are the munchkins?"

"Every time they sense you it's like they're fighting to get out."

He smiled down at his beautiful wife and placed his hands on her stomach. "Hey you two, calm down in there. Mommy's tired."

Sam's giggle struck a chord in his heart and he couldn't believe he was actually married to this wonderful angel. He took the seat next to her and surveyed the crowd in front of him.

Cassie and Nate seemed to becoming fast friends, talking the entire time they were dancing. Jack'd seen that look in their eyes before. It was the same one everybody saw when looking at Sam and him. He should have been upset. Cassie was his adopted niece after all and it was an Uncle's prerogative, but he also knew that Nate would be leaving for West Point come the beginning of the school year and didn't really worry about them becoming anything too serious. And if they did, Nate would be living under his roof, so he could always keep an eye on him.

His gaze shifted to his other niece across the room as she danced with her husband. It was really his first opportunity to watch the two together without their baby daughter. He took the time to really study the couple as Jenny laughed at something Kevin said. With everything Sea had told him about what a fiasco their wedding had been, he didn't doubt they were recounting parts of it.

He'd seen them together at his house, but he couldn't properly judge the younger man at that point. He knew there were men out there much like himself, or Seamus and Sean, who'd rather eat a bullet than hurt a woman, at least one that's not a Goa'uld, but there were those slimeballs who thought women were worthless animals that needed to get the shit kicked out of them once or twice a day. There were also those who put on an act. They were the scary ones. Out in public they put on the façade of a wonderful marriage and happy children only to beat them in the privacy of their own homes. The third had signs Jack was looking for in his niece, but thankfully it looked like Kevin was one of the honorable ones.

Satisfied, he shifted his gaze to look for Sean and Rhiana. They weren't far away. A grin broke out across Jack's face as he took in the scene before him. Sean was smiling and dancing with his giggling daughter in his arms while Rhiana danced as formally as possible with their son. He was happy for the family that had been through so much.

"Whatcha thinkin'?" If he hadn't been career military, Sam's voice suddenly showing up in his ear would have startled him.

"Sean, nobody thought he'd make it to his sixteenth birthday, and now look at him." Jack sighed, remembering the rage he'd tried to use to bring his nephew back to them.

"The heart thing?"

He shook his head. "No." He paused for a moment, trying to figure out how to explain to Sam what a miracle it really was for Sean to be standing out there. "Sean… He was there when his mother died. She lived just long enough to greet Jenny and the two of them were in her arms when she passed out. Fifth grade, his best friend died. He was depressed after that, started hanging out with the wrong crowd. Got into drugs and drinking pretty heavily. He'd make sure he was home for Jenny when Sea was gone, but as soon as he'd get back, he'd sneak out the window and be gone, sometimes for days."

Jack kept his eyes on Sean, watching the smile on his face. "Sea called me for help. I tried using Charlie on him."

"Charlie?"

"They were close, despite the age difference, but I didn't want my son exposed to that shit, so I told him I'd keep them apart. Didn't work. In the end, it was Rhiana and Jerod that saved him. They were at a party, the only time Rhiana's ever gotten drunk. About a month later, Sean was out, tripping somewhere, when she went to the house looking for him. She told Sea what had happened and that she was pregnant, but if Sean wanted anything to do with their child he had to get cleaned up."

Sam's eyes followed Jack's gaze to the family dancing together and laughing. She couldn't imagine the smiling young man that messed up.

"That did it. He went cold turkey the minute Sea told him. He was out with some 'friends' when Sea found him, figured he would have most likely overdosed that night if it'd taken just a couple minutes longer. He hasn't had an unauthorized chemical in his system since. They were sixteen when Jerod was born and he hasn't touched a thing since. They got married when Jerod was four. Sea and my parents were scared that Charlie's death was going to send him spiraling downwards again, but he's a lot stronger now. They'd just found out Rhiana was expecting Stacey and he wouldn't let himself go."

Sam was floored. Was there anyone in this family that hadn't been to Hell and back? No, she decided. O'Neill's were fighters, and they'd all come out stronger than they'd gone in.

"Jack?"

"Hmm?" He leaned into her and nuzzled her neck.

"Not that I don't appreciate it, but why are you telling me all this? You're Mr. Confidential. Your whole life is a closed book."

He sighed with a slightly airy chuckle. "They're your family now, too," he said, turning back to observe the rest of the guests.

Janet and Daniel had decided to take a break from dancing, but not from each other's presence. The petite doctor was practically sprawled across Daniel's lap. Jack smiled at the sight and wondered if the couple had any idea that Cassie was getting close to doing the same thing herself.

Sea and Tommy were sitting alone at one of the circular tables set about the rooms for the guests. Sea had a place at the head table, but was spending time with his youngest son.

Jack gave Sam a gentle squeeze and cocked his head towards Sea, a gesture Sam understood immediately. He got up and made his way to his brother and nephew.

"Hey, Squirt, having fun?" He sat down across from the boy and leaned on his elbows.

"I guess." Tommy just shrugged, his eyes fixed on the edge of the tablecloth he'd been fiddling with.

"What's wrong?"

Sea looked up at that moment, his hands rested on his son's shoulders, and gave Jack an apprehensive smile. "The General and Major Davis have been talking. They want a permanent position within the SGC."

"We gotta move, Uncle Jack," the little boy whined.

"Hey, you'll be closer to us. In fact, I'm sure Sam would love to have you guys at the house until you find a place to live."

Tommy's face brightened for a moment, then the shadow fell back over his features as he realized something he hadn't thought of before. "But we'll be farther away from Jerod. He's my best friend."

Jack rubbed his nephew's shoulder in comfort and looked directly at him. "You know, they can visit anytime your brother gets some time off. And besides, you guys are old enough to fly by yourselves."

"Jonathon."

"Seamus."

Sea sighed. "Don't go putting ideas in his head," he whispered just loud enough for his brother to hear, though he had to admit it felt good to see Tommy smiling.

"I'm not, Sea. I'm just sayin'…" Jack waved his hand through the air as an exaggeration. "Anyway, I'm serious. You guys are staying with us until you find your own place."

"Thanks, Jack. Too bad we don't look as much alike as we used to, that could be fun," he chuckled. "Oh! Sara's been looking for you. She said every time she's gotten close to you, someone you definitely shouldn't brush off, snags you."

Jack stood, his eyes searching the crowded room for his ex-wife. It felt weird, inviting her to his wedding, but not only had Sam insisted, he'd felt obligated, since Sara'd invited him to hers, not that that had been the only reason. He wanted her to see he still considered them close friends.

He finally spotted her across the room, sitting in a chair, leaning against the wall with her baby girl in her lap. The child was almost a year old and clapping at the music. He let a small smile grace his features as he saw how happy Sara truly was. That's all he'd wanted for her.

He left Sea and Tommy behind and headed towards her. He'd seen pictures of the beautiful little girl before, mostly those hanging in Ken's locker, but he knew the Major didn't want to rub their happiness in his face when Jack seemed so miserable. He'd never actually met the child, but made a point to ask after Sara and Abigail on a regular basis.

"Hey," he said softly, pulling up a chair to sit across from his ex-wife. It struck him suddenly that he was glad the little girl looked nothing like Charlie had at the same age. He felt like scum for even thinking it, but deep down he was even scared what he would do if the twins ended up looking anything like his late son.

"So, this is little Abby?" He reached forward and ran his hand over her soft, dark blonde curls that really weren't all that long yet. If he recalled correctly, she'd been a pretty bald baby in the beginning.

Sara seemed almost shy of him. Though they talked regularly, especially when Sam disappeared, she hadn't actually seen him in over two years. Of course, in those two years, he'd really talked to her, unlike all the years they'd been married.

"Yes. Abigail Marie." She looked up to see the smile grace his lips as he glanced back at Sam. He was finally happy. Good. He deserved it.

He fidgeted in his seat for a moment before deciding to push on. "Sara," he started. "I have a… request I was wondering if you could take care of."

Well, now Sara was just plain confused. There was nothing she could think of that she could do and Jack O'Neill couldn't.

"You remember that family that got murdered?" Jack sat down next to her, resting his elbows on his knees. At her nod, he continued. "There was a baby, he'd be about eight months old now. We need your help finding him, if you're still working with Social Services."

"Yeah, but what's going on?"

"His brother was found, but his age keeps him from taking custody. He's already been accepted into West Point, but he needed a legal guardian and that's Sam and I now. We thought it'd be best if we adopted Neal as well."

Sara glanced back at Sam who was now talking animatedly to the young girl she had seen Jack dancing with earlier. "Are you sure the two of you can handle it?"

"Sara, three kids. 11 months between Neal and the twins. People do it all the time."

"And not always well," Sara sighed.

"You really think I'd let something happen to them?" Jack's voice hitched with the slow frustration building deep within him.

Sara dropped her eyes to Abby as a tear slipped down her cheek. "It happened before," she whispered more to herself, but Jack could still hear it.

His eyes widened in shock, surprised that she would even bring Charlie up in the middle of his wedding reception. He quickly steeled his expression, hiding whatever reaction someone may have caught on his face. "That's not fair," he growled lowly.

Sara's hand flew to her mouth and her eyes did an impressive impression of an owl. "Oh, God!" The anguish in her voice softened Jack's expression immediately and he gently nudged her with his arm, the only comfort he felt he could give her.

"Hey," he whispered softly.

"I'm so sorry, Jack."

He let his gaze wander the room, looking out on his family, both blood and otherwise, before his eyes locked with his wife's. She sent him a reassuring smile, sending her confidence his way.

"I'm not going to make the same mistakes twice. I know Ken keeps a pistol in your house. We've already talked about it."

"I know, he told me."

"Sara…"

"I didn't mean to put a damper on the reception, Jack. I'll look into the case for you." Jack was glad she was closing the subject, otherwise he would have for her, and it wouldn't have been said as nicely.

"Thanks."

Their gazes scanned the room looking for people they both knew. Their conversation had gotten awkward without something specific to focus on. Finally Jack just stood and gave Sara a small hug and headed back to Sam and Cassie.

Jacob was still sitting at the table with Sam, watching over her, making sure she wasn't in any distress. Everyone knew that after the stress of this day was over, she'd most likely sleep the entire next day.

He caught Jacob's eye and for a second there, thought he saw unshed tears lingering in the man's eyes. He followed where his father-in-law had just been looking. Out the window of the reception hall, Jack could see that the weather had taken a turn. Rain was dripping down the windows, but it wasn't dark or gloomy like the morning Sam had shown up on his doorstep, leading to this whole situation, but a cleansing rain, out of place in early February.

Jacob leaned down to his daughter's ear and whispered softly, "Do you think you're up for one more dance with your old man?"

Sam nodded vigorously and after giving Jack a peck on the cheek, she headed off to the dance floor with her father.

"Sam, I know this is usually a sad song, but I saw the rain coming down and Jack told me about the weather the morning you showed up at his house, and I couldn't think of a better song from your mother and me. She's watching you sweetheart and I know she approves." Jacob kissed her on the cheek and pulled her into his arms.

One day shy of eight years old
My grandma passed away
I was a broken hearted little boy
Blowing out that birthday cake
And how I cried when the sky let go
With a cold and lonesome rain
Mama smiled said "Don't be sad child
Grandma's watching you today."

Cause there's holes in the floor of heaven
And her tears are pouring down
That's how you know she's watchin
Wishing she could be here now
And sometimes if you're lonely
Just remember she can se
There's holes in the floor of heaven and
She's watchin over you and me

Seasons come and seasons go
Nothin stays the same
I grew up, fell in love
Met a girl who took my name
Year by year we made a life
In this sleepy little town
I thought we'd grow old together
Lord I sure do miss her now

But there's holes in the floor of heaven
And her tears are pouring down
That's how I know she's watchin
Wishin she could be here now
And sometimes when I'm lonely
I remember she can see
There's holes in the floor of heaven
And she's watchin over you and me

Well my little girl's twenty-three
I walk her down the asile
It's a shame her mom can't be here now
To see her lovely smile
They throw the rice, I catch her eye
As the rain starts comin' down
She takes my hand says "Daddy don't be sad,
Cause I know Mama's watching now"

And there's holes in the floor of heaven
And her tears are pourin down
That's how you know she watching
Wishin she could be here now
And sometimes when I'm lonely
I remember she can see
Yes there's holes in the floor of heaven
And she's watchin over you and me
Watching over you and me
Watching over you and me
Watching over you and me

"Oh, Dad." Tears were streaming down Sam's face as she thought of all the good times she'd had with her mother and she couldn't help but smile. It really was the perfect song for her last dance before heading home for the night, although they'd be staying in a hotel just for that night, a different one from their families.

"I love you, Sammy."

"I love you, too, Dad." The two walked back over to Jack, who pulled Sam into his arms and held her tight. The song had nearly brought tears to his eyes as he listened to the words and he did all he could to comfort Sam.

"You ready to go?" he whispered, gently in her ear. She nodded against his shoulder, but then remembered Nate. They'd wanted to talk to him during the reception.

"What about Nate?"

Jack just smiled down at her. "I told him we'd see him tomorrow. He's still going to be staying at the house with our family. I didn't think he'd want to bring up his parents today."

Sam smiled and held onto his arm as he signaled the DJ over so they could say their goodbye's to everyone.

Taking the microphone from the DJ's hand, Jack tapped the head. "Hi, everyone. We just wanted to say thank you for everything you've all done for us over the past few years, and thank you for coming to share our wonderful day with us, but I think it's about time I got these three to bed, so we'll be saying good bye now. The DJ and reception hall are held until 2200, so have fun!"

Jack gave the microphone back and led Sam to the double doors amid the well wishers and family so they could get to their room and let Sam get some rest.

When they reached their hotel room, Jack helped Sam undress from her wedding gown and trailed kisses down her neck to her shoulder. He knew it wouldn't lead to anything, he didn't want it to, but he wanted to show her some affection while he undressed her. They were holding off until after the boys were born because one, they didn't want to put extra stress on Sam or the boys now that they knew of the dangers the three were in, and two, Sam was getting large enough to the point where they really didn't know if they should even try.

"Mmmm, that feels nice," Sam purred, leaning back against her husband. Husband. It was real now. It hadn't hit her before, but now that they were away from everyone else, she realized they'd really done it. She was now Mrs. Jack O'Neill.

"So, Mrs. O'Neill, are you ready for bed?" He hugged her close and rested his hands over her stomach.

"Am I ever. I feel like I could sleep for weeks."

With Sam completely stripped down, Jack led her to the huge King Sized bed and tucked her under the covers so he could remove his dress blues and crawl in next to her.

As the snuggled, a thought suddenly hit her. "Jack."

"Hmmm?"

"We just got married, and you're leaving on Tuesday."

He sighed and pulled her closer. "I know, and I'm not happy about it, but this could end our fight for good."

"I know, I'm just scared. I know when I was in Tennessee you guys were out going on missions, but this will be the first time you're out there and I know ahead of time exactly what's all involved. And I'm scared for Nate. He's seventeen and out there messing with some Damn dangerous creatures. I just want everyone to come home safe." Tears streamed down her eyes as she revealed just what had been bothering her since Nate had come back through the Stargate.

"Hey, you know me, everyone comes home. I won't leave anyone behind. And while I'm gone, you can coordinate with Sara while she searches for Neal. Although I think we should let the kid keep his last name." Jack ran his fingers through Sam's hair as he cuddled her close. He knew it was the hormones messing with her and her newly found maternal side.

She giggled, pushing the tears back. "Poor kid, could you imagine? Neal O'Neill? He'd get picked on for the rest of his life. Maybe we should let Nate decide what to do about it, though."

Jack smiled and breathed in her scent. It was something to hold close while he was on his mission in a few days. He'd remember lying here with his wife, and remember exactly what he was fighting for. "Let's not think about it anymore for tonight and just go to sleep."

"Okay Jack," Sam mumbled, already on her way. He finally let himself drift off when he heard her breathing steady out into the rhythmic sounds of sleep.

A/N: Okay so i didn't put any speeches in here on purpose, i just didn't feel it'd work well for this chap. thanks for the reviews, i love hearing from you guys!