A/N: I can't believe this took me so long to finish!

Alex couldn't speak. She literally couldn't make her mouth and brain work in tandem. And neither could Bobby.

Sam looked at her husband, a satisfied smile on her face. She bumps his hip with hers as she said, "I told you they'd like it better than the fruit basket."

"Speaking of which," Jack said, feeling his phone start to vibrate. He opened it and saw it was from his clone, "Hey, MJ. Like the gifts?"

The clone chuckled into the receiver, "Much better than a fruit basket, Yenta. She didn't have to …"

"She wanted to," Jack said adamantly. "Minnie Mouse doesn't have any of the memories after the time you were … born. Carter said it would be better that way. Did you get the other thing?"

Scott smiled as he looked over to where a young clone of Samantha Carter was lying down on his sofa, a soft smile playing on her lips as she watched him talk on the phone to The Originals. "Yeah, we got the other thing. Tell Carter I said thanks." He hung up the phone. Oh, yes, much better than a fruit basket.

Sam smiled warmly at her husband as he hung up the phone, "Did he like Minnie?"

Jack nodded, "He said it was even better than a fruit basket."

"That's because Scott's just like you, Jack – you two hate fruit." Unless you're eating it off me in bed, she added silently.

"What'd you two send Scott?" Alex asked, finally getting over the shock of the letter Bobby still held in his hands.

Sam pointed to herself, "Minnie Mouse. Her new name's Dorothy Gazer. Dorothy Star Gazer." Bobby looked up curiously at that while Sam grinned at her husband and their friends, "What? We thought it was funny."

At their incredulous looks Sam rolled her eyes, "Oh, come on, it's not like her last name's going to be Gazer for very long! The other thing Jack was talking about was his grandmother's engagement ring."

Bobby smiled softly as Alex said, "Whose ring are you wearing, Sam?"

Sam grinned, showing the rock to Alex, "My grandmother's engagement ring. Apparently my dad gave it to Jack right before he died."

"Oh," Sam's eyes suddenly grew wide in shock. She rubbed her tummy with one hand as she glared at her stomach, "Ow. That wasn't very nice, boys. Stop hurting Mommy."

Jack looked at his wife worriedly, "Are you okay, Carter?"

Sam closed her eyes, trying to control the pain, "I'll be fine, Jack. The boys are just fighting and they're running into a lot of my organs."

"Did you decide on names?" Alex asked, ushering Sam to sit down in her chair.

Sam grinned at that, "Yep. Robert Shane O'Neill and Carter Jacob O'Neill."

The big detective's eyes were wide, "Y-you don't have to do that."

Jack slapped his back in a very manly way, "Don't worry, Bobby, we expect one named after me by the end of next year."

Sam's smiling face turned to Alex, who had one hand over her stomach as she looked at the two men bantering. "Alex?" she whispered. Alex looked at her then turned back to Bobby, not really wanting to say what she had to say, right then.

"Come on, Goren," she said, "Let's take a walk."

Bobby nodded, having more than enough to think about with the fruit/gift basket on Alex's desk meant. His hand shot out, seeking Alex's as they walked out of the bullpen. He had no idea that in a few minutes he'd have even more to think about.

Deakins walked over to the two Air Force officers, shaking his head slightly, "I can't believe I didn't see it before."

Sam shrugged, "When you can't be with someone you love, you learn to hide it. Just be glad the President still owes us a few favors … and he's heard about Major Case's 'Dream Team'."

Deakins furrowed his brow, "That letter's real, right? I have full authority over making sure their relationship doesn't affect their work?"

Jack nodded, "Yep. If you see their work slipping … you have the responsibility of making sure that doesn't happen."

Deakins nodded. He was about to say something else when Sam's hand shot out and grabbed Jack's arm in a death grip. "What is it?" Jack asked his wife, worry etched in his face and his voice.

Sam's face was scrunched in pain as she said, "I think it's time, Jack."

"Time? Now? It can't be time, you're not even seven months along!" Jack said.

Sam shot a glare at her husband, "It seems the boys don't like doing what they're told. Remind you of anyone?"

"Yeah, you and Daniel," Jack shot back, ushering his wife to the elevator.

"Just shut up and get me to a damn hospital, sir," Sam snapped, leaning half her weight on her husband as she walked to the elevator.

Deakins watched them leave, squabbling like they'd been married for twenty years. He chuckled as he realized that Goren and Eames acted that way, too. Maybe it just took one couple that'd been denied their true love for far too long to recognize another.

With a sudden urge to call his wife and tell her how much he loved her, Deakins walked back to his office, a tune floating through his head:

Matchmaker, Matchmaker, make me a match; find me a find; catch me a catch. Matchmaker, Matchmaker, look through your book and make me a perfect match…

Fin

A/N: If I was too subtle for you, Alex is pregnant. Anywho, I got the idea for this story after watching Fiddler on the Roof - that's why Deakins is thinking about it in the end. I just love that movie - and that song. The epilogue should be up soon.