Jack and Rico slowly helped Sam into Jack's house so they could get ready for the barbeque later that evening. They had a lot to take care of before Sean showed up, and Jack was just hoping they'd have time. He set Sam up in the living room, not letting her help him at all, and brought Rico into the kitchen so they could put away the groceries.

When they were finished Jack made his way back into the living room with the twin's folder tucked under his arm. He sat down next to Sam and laid the folder on the coffee table.

"Okay," Sam said turning to him. "This Lt. O'Neill, he's what? Your cousin, nephew, long lost brother? What?" Her smile relaxed him as he realized she'd at least figured out they were related.

"Not exactly." He picked up the folder and handed it to Sam. He watched her read the birth certificates, taking it all in. "They were born when I was sixteen. According to Sean, my father wouldn't let Karol, or anyone else, tell me about the boys, but he told them all about me. He told them when Charlie was born, so they knew they had another brother. I'm hoping to use the downtime Hammond gave us to talk to my father and maybe go meet Colin and Steph."

"That'd probably be a good idea. Rico and I'll probably just hang out and relax now that I know I don't have to worry about my future." Her reaction shocked Jack. He'd at least expected her to say something about his two sons. He thought maybe she'd be bothered by it.

"Actually, I was going to see if they'd meet us at the cabin. After you left for your lab today, I left base and talked to your physical therapist. He said that if we do your exercises, you can come with me." He looked into her eyes, hopeful she would agree to go to Minnesota with him.

"That would be nice," Sam smiled back at him. "You know, I noticed the resemblance, but I just thought it was my imagination. Your son?"

"Two of them. Are you okay with this? I mean, we're in this together now, and I've told you what I was hiding, but it's a lot to take in, even for me." Jack wrapped an arm around her shoulders. "Thank you."

"No problem Jack, but, I will say, you've been acting a little strange lately," she replied, hugging him tightly.

"You're just catching a glimpse of what I used to be. Charlie was the best thing in my life, but it's getting better." He grinned widely at her, hoping she would see what he meant.

"Hmhehe," she giggled into his neck. "Okay, we need to get everything set up for when the guys get here." She stood up and headed for the kitchen, leaning heavily on her crutches.

Jack jumped up and immediately made her sit back down. "Number one, you're injured. Number two, you're a guest in my house. And number three, well, I thought I had a number three." Jack shrugged and opened the fridge door. He pulled out the steaks and set them to marinating. Just in time too, because he heard the doorbell just as he finished cleaning off the counter.

"Come in!" he shouted. He heard the door open and close, but the "Hey Dad" sounded strangled and cut off. He left the kitchen to see what was wrong and almost broke into a fit of laughter.

Rico had heard a stranger enter his house, but upon seeing Sean and Trish the poor dog had gotten confused. A bittersweet moment had popped into Jack's head when he realized Charlie had looked a lot like Sean and Colin.

"Sorry Sean. Since Sam's been injured so he's in overprotective mode. Nobody noticed him today in the security room, but his hackles were raised the whole time." Jack turned to the dog and knelt down. "Now Rico, where are your manners."

The dog drooped his head and wagged his tail, snaking his tongue out at Jack's face as an apology.

"Sean, this is Charlie's dog Rico. Rico, this is Sean." Rico kept his head drooped but raised his paw to shake. Sean took it and laughed.

Jack stood up and looked at his daughter-in-law. "Sara trained him pretty well."

Trish nodded then remembered the dish she held in her hands. "We brought desert, but it needs to be refrigerated."

He took it and headed into the kitchen. "What is it?" he asked as he put it in the fridge.

"American Cake," he heard Sean shout from the living room. "Layers of red and blue jell-o, with whipped cream between them."

"Don't even think about it Jack!" Damn, Sam knew him too well.

"I wasn't." Jack sounded thoroughly scolded as he joined the group in the living room bringing them all their drinks.

Sean took the beer his father offered him and sat in the chair, cradling Trish in his lap. She'd grown larger in the month since Jack had first met them.

"So, when are you due?" Sam asked, noticing the graceful way Sean caressed his wife, and held her close.

"Three more months." Sean smiled at Trish's response.

"I didn't realize you were so close." Jack looked up from where he sat next to Sam on the couch. "You weren't showing the first night you guys came to see me."

"We hid it, so you wouldn't know until we told you." Sean shrugged. "Trish was already five months at that point."

"Do you know what it is yet?" Sam smiled and leaned into Jack, getting more comfortable on the couch.

"Yeah, it's another boy," Sean answered before Trish could say anything. There was pride in his voice, but a hint of something else.

"Sean, how 'bout we leave these two to talk and you can help me set up out on the porch." Jack stood and kissed Sam on the forehead. She laughed when she saw Sean do the same to Trish. The men left out the sliding glass door, beers in hand.

"So, how are you handling this?" Jack asked, taking a swig from his bottle.

"It's hard. Trish cries herself to sleep most nights. I'm glad we're getting a second chance, but we're worried something will happen to this little guy, too." Sean leaned against the railing of the porch, picking at the label on his bottle.

"What'd the doctor say?"

"So far everything's going great. There's no sign this one will be early. We've been extra cautious, though, just in case." Sean grinned and sipped his beer.

"Oh, speaking of kids, Jack called me earlier to get directions. They might be a little late, they were having trouble finding a babysitter."

"What's his number? I'll call him, tell him to bring the kid." Jack smiled. "I'm sure Daniel invited Janet and Cass, so it won't be a problem."

"Kids. What about Rico?" Sean remembered the dog's reaction when they first walked in, nervous about how he would act around a small child.

"He'll be fine. He loves kids. How old are Adams'?"

"Cara is five, Ian is three and the baby, Taylor, is a few months."

Jack nodded and headed inside to give Jackson Adams a call.

A/N: Okay, sorry it's been so long, thanks for sticking w/ it everyone! Um, i'm not sure when i'll update again and i only did this one today b/c i figured i'd give you guys chapter for my bday. well i think that's it, thanks!