A/N: I know it took a long time for my to finish this and for those who were following it, I'm very sorry. I hope this last chapter makes up for it. Thanks for reading and reviewing everyone. This one's dedicated to you all. Thanks.

Chapter 2

They entered the house in a flash of white light. The baby awakened and the two older O'Neill children ran straight for the TV and the cartoons they loved so dear. Jack and Sam sat down on their bed, Jack rocking baby Brendan softly as Sam reached down to remove her high heels with a contented sigh.

"So Agent Barrett ...," Jack stated as he rocked the baby back to sleep.

"Yeah, and Kerry Johnson." Sam's voice held a hint of irritation.

"Okay, okay, you made your point," Jack said with a raised hand of defeat.

"And I only had to say her name. Wow I am getting good, aren't I?" she joked with a smile and Jack couldn't stop the laugh if he'd tried. Over the past six years his beautiful wife had not only become more beautiful, she had become sarcastic. He was rubbing off on her and be damned if that didn't make him feel good.

"Always loved you babe, only you," he whispered, aware that Brendan was drifting off again, as he leaned in and brushed his lips across hers gently.

"Nope, still don't like the woman!" Sam smiled as he pulled away. That wasn't really true. She had nothing against Kerry Johnson, accept the completely unacceptable fact that she'd slept with her husband. Sam knew it was unfair to hold such animosity toward the woman. She'd had no claim on Jack at the time of their relationship, Sam herself was engaged to another man. But it still made her insides twist with jealousy.

There may not have been a visible stamp 'Property of Samantha Carter' on Jack O'Neill then, but in her heart, she'd still felt it was written all over.

"That's all right. I still don't like Barrett." Jack grinned at his wife. He'd never made any secret of the fact that he didn't appreciate Barrett's obvious interest in Sam. When the Agent had sent a note congratulating them on the birth of their first child, Jack had the overwhelming urge to send a note back with big black letters 'She's mine! Back off!'

"He was never a threat, baby," she whispered as her hand rose to cup Jack's cheek, stroking gently. He nodded and smiled softly at her before Brendan stirred in his arms. He watched as Sam's attention went to the sleeping baby. The look of love that shone in her eyes as she gazed at the beautiful child caused Jack's breath to catch in his throat.

She was made for motherhood. She'd been scared at first, of course, but as soon as she held Keely in her arms, nature took over and she'd never looked back. And she was so good at it. When Keely was a baby, she could hold her in her arms for only a second and ease her crying. It'd been the same with Aidan. And it was the same with Brendan. The love she felt for them could never be hidden or doubted.

It still amazed him sometimes. That he had all this. His beautiful wife, whom he loved with everything he had. His three beautiful children who he'd do anything for. And they loved him. They loved him just as much as he loved them. Completely, unwaveringly, unconditionally, and with all their being. It was more than he could have ever dreamed, and everything he'd ever wanted.

The End