Here is the concluding chapter... it's short, but I just had to get it finished... I hope you like it!

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Chapter Five

Sam walked back into the cabin with all her feelings out in the open. She wanted to say something to him... to find out if what they had shared a year before was real... to find out if he regretted it.

She knew she didn't. And she wanted it to be real... not just something brought on by taking care of a baby... not something caused by becoming a little 's guardian.

Jack had put Grace down for her nap and was reading a book, a comic book to be exact, on the couch. He had started a fire to take the edge off the cold day and it was already growing dark outside. She sat down beside him.

"Hey. Did you enjoy your walk?"

"Yeah. It's no wonder you spend all your free time here."

"It's a nice place to go to forget about... everything that's holding you back... everything that's troubling you."

A place to forget... everything. Sam thought.

"I don't want to forget!" Sam blurted out.

Jack was clearly confused. "Excuse me?"

"I don't want to forget what happened. When Grace was here... the first time."

Realization washed over Jack's face. "Oh! Oh that."

"Yeah, that."

"You don't want to forget."

"Do you?"

"No, I don't want to forget."

"Do you... regret it?"

"Do you?"

"No fair. I asked first."

Jack thought for a moment, and then whispered, "No. I regret a lot of things I've done... that's not one of them." He paused for a moment. "What about you?"

"Jack... I don't regret it at all. And no one... no thing... can make me forget it."

"And you're sure?"

She nodded. "Positive."

Then Jack made a command decision. He took her face in his hands and kissed her.

He pulled away slowly.

"You realize if the General knew I was resigning... that wouldn't be wrong anymore?"

"He knows."

She was clearly confused. "How... what?"

"I called him and told him our plans before you got up."

"What did he say?"

"I believe he said... 'Well, it's about time, son.'"

"You're kidding."

"Nope."

This time Sam kissed him. They were a little... preoccupied when Grace woke up and started to cry.

"Mommy!" When that didn't work, she tried, "Daddy!"

Well, this got Jack's attention. He stood up and went to get her out of her crib.

He shook his head and mumbled, "She really is worse than Daniel."

Sam broke out into a smile. Now... her life was finally complete.

Two Years Later

Sam walked into her daughter's room. The now three-year-old had put herself to bed. Sam pulled the covers up around her and kissed her forehead.

She walked over to the crib that once belonged to Grace and picked up the little blue bundle that lay inside. Her son. Jack's son. Their son. Little Jacob opened his eyes and stared at her. All was silent as she was mesmerized by her little baby.

Jack came up and put his arm around her waist.

"He has to sleep sometime, you know."

"I know... I just can't believe he's finally here. I finally have everything I've ever dreamed of."

She gently placed him back in his crib and she and Jack both stared at him for a moment, until Jack quietly cleared his throat.

"Are you coming back to bed, Mrs. O'Neill?"

"Yes, sir."

fin.

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I don't think I'll be making another one off this idea... though I didn't plan on a sequel, so you never know!

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