Five years later
The O'Neill family was driving to the SGC where they would pick Sam's father up for Christmas. The mini-van was crowded with O'Neills, more than excited to pick up "Grampa Carter" up from the Stargate. Six year old Jacob Daniel O'Neill had grown up to be a somber child, very observant and even more inquisitive. There had been a great many comments on how much like his uncle Daniel he was beginning to be.
About two years younger than Jacob was Grace Thea O'Neill. She had been a "honeymoon baby," not an unwelcome addition to the family, but certainly an unexpected one. She was vivacious and not a soft-spoken child. She said exactly what was on her mind when it was on her mind, and had been Jack's "challenge."
Two-year-old Jonathan Mark O'Neill sat in the carseat, silently. He had been caught up in the excitement that his brother and sister had initiated, but was now sleeping soundly, exhausted by the energy required to compete with his siblings. His head drooped to the side at an uncomfortable angle.
Sam turned. "Jacob!" She whispered harshly, attempting to reach the ears of the six-year-old.
He stopped his antics and stood as though he had just been rebuked. "Sorry, Mom."
She smiled. "Thanks, sweetheart. Can you help me?"
She had tried to maneuver her body back to help to make the toddler more comfortable, but being six months pregnant, she just didn't move like she used to. "Jacob, take this pillow," she said, handing the six-year-old the neck pillow that she kept in the car for occasions like this. "Put it around Jonathan's neck." She watched vigilantly as the little boy carefully positioned the pillow and straightened Jonathan's posture.
"Thank you, Jacob." She said with a smile on her face.
"You're welcome, Mom."
As she returned to her normal position, Jack placed his left hand on her knee. She looked at him, questioningly.
"You had doubts?" He asked, cryptically.
With a smile on her lips, she placed her hand in his. "For a little while, but…I had some reassurance from a very wise man."