A/N: Once again we're skipping ahead a few years with this one. Please don't stop reading just becuase of what I do in this chapter.

Married life for Sam and Jack was full of bliss, happiness and mood swings. Sam gave birth to a perfectly healthy baby boy that they named Charlie, and she took maternity leave to be with him for a few months. After her maternity leave ran out, Jack took his paternity leave and it was only when Charlie was six months old that Sam and Jack had to worry about childcare. Of course, with the daycare at the Air Base Jack was stationed at, it wasn't a problem.

When Sam graduated with her Ph.D. from the Air Force Science and Technical school, she was pregnant again. This time they had actually planned for the baby and both parents were thrilled to no end at the news.

Since Jacob was stationed at the Pentagon and Sam wanted to be closer to her father, the couple put in for a transfer. Jack was stationed at Anderson Air Base while Sam was stationed at the Pentagon. He was flying and going on special ops missions while she was working on varying science projects at the Pentagon.

With a five-year-old Charles Jacob O'Neill and a baby on the way, the desk job with daycare options was just perfect for Sam. For her work in the field of theoretical astrophysics she was soon promoted to Captain upon arrival at the Pentagon. For a few months, the family was happy.

It wasn't until Sam was reaching her seventh month of pregnancy that Jack got the call that he was needed on a black ops mission during Desert Storm to extract some prisoners from a cell.

Sam kissed him lovingly before she let go. "Come back to us. Safe and in one piece, Jack," she said as Charlie gave his father a bear hug.

"I love you, Sam. Hey, kid, I love you. Daddy's gonna miss you guys."

Charlie had tears in his eyes, "Go fight the bad guys, Daddy."

"And win," Sam added, her eyes sad as she picked up her son and said goodbye to her husband for what very well could have been the last time.

"Major O'Neill!" Colonel Frank Cromwell, Jack's commanding officer, barked, "Get a move on!"

"Bye, Sam." Jack began the long walk to the chopper, leaving Sam and Charlie behind the metal fence. Mother and child watched as the helicopter flew away into the distance before Sam had to get back to work.

"Come on, kid," she told Charlie. "How would you like to go see Grandpa Jacob?"

Charlie grinned like his father, "Yes, please."

"May I help you?" Sam said to the two men on the other side of the door to the house she had Jack had purchased upon moving to Washington D.C.

"Captain Samantha O'Neill? I'm Lt. Simon Davis," one of the men said, looking increasingly uncomfortable at the sight of Sam's enlarged stomach. "Ma'am, I'm sorry to report that as of three hours ago your husband, Major Jack O'Neill is MIA, possibly a POW or KIA."

"Mommy? Can I have some cookies?" a little boy asked as he walked up behind his mother's very pregnant form.

"Not right now, Charlie. Grandpa's going to be over soon with some real food, remember?" Sam turned her attention back to the two men, "Thank you for informing me. Keep me notified, please."

The Lieutenants nodded and left briskly, neither being stupid enough to say another word in front of the little boy.

Sam turned her attention back to her son, "You can have a cookie after dinner." Her mind raced with the news she had just been told. Jack was missing? In Iraq! With the current situation it was not a good place for a Major in the U.S.A.F. to go missing in. A pit formed in her stomach as she watched Charlie play with his model airplanes. What was she going to do if he never came back?

No. She couldn't think about that right now. She had a son who needed her and a daughter on the way. There was time to think about that later.

She was cold. More than cold, she was freezing. Ever since Jack had left on the damned mission to Iraq two months before Sam hadn't really been able to sleep very well because she could never get warm enough. But tonight, it was more than that … her thighs felt more of a wet cold.

Oh, God, she thought as a contraction hit again. That's what had woken her! She was having the baby. Oh, God, Jack! Where are you? I need you here!

Sam reached for the phone beside her alarm clock and called her father.

He answered on the second ring, "Hello?"

"Dad? It's Sam. I think I'm in labor."

"I'll be there in five minutes, Sam. Hang on."

"Hurry," she said as another contraction hit – hard.

Ten minutes later Sam, Jacob and Charlie were on their way to the hospital close to where the O'Neill family lived. Sam had a feeling in her gut that something was wrong, but she couldn't put her finger on it.

They wheeled her into the hospital and when Jacob and Charlie made to follow, a nurse blocked their path, "I'm sorry, sir, but you're going to have to wait here. You can fill these out while you're waiting," she handed him the necessary forms about health insurance and all that crap.

Jacob could do this. It was just more paperwork when all he wanted to do was pace and hold Charlie as the little boy fell back asleep (it was 0347 – the little boy had no reason to be up that early in the first place). He could handle paperwork.

Half an hour later a doctor in bloody scrubs came out, "Jacob Carter?"

Jacob stood, Charlie scooped up in his arms, "That's me."

"I'm Dr. Laurence, I delivered your granddaughter. We had to perform a Caesarian because for one reason or another the baby had lodged herself into a very difficult position and was refusing to move."

"Are they …?" Jacob said, almost afraid to ask.

"Oh, yes, I'm sorry. Both mother and daughter are going to be perfectly fine," Dr. Laurence said with a smile. "You can see them if you'd like."

Jacob nodded, thankful that his granddaughter and daughter were going to be okay, he followed Dr. Laurence into the room where Sam was resting with her brand new baby daughter in her arms.

It was a sight that would stay with him forever.

A/N: I didn't feel right having Sarah as Charlie's mom in this story, so I made it Sam. It was just another possibility that I wanted to persue.