A/N: Takes place when the twins are about 2 years old. ( Sam wonders if Jack is much older!)

COOKIE MONSTER

Sam wasn't the best cook in the world. But there were some things she made exceptionally well. Like the chocolate chip cookies her mother taught her to bake when she was little.

Though cookies were not his favorite dessert, Jack absolutely loved Sam's chocolate chips (right along with everything else about his wife). On baking days, (there were not nearly enough of them), no cookie was safe from Jack O'Neill. Sam had dubbed him the Cookie Monster, in honor of the twins' favorite Sesame Street character

Today was baking day. After three years of marriage, it was still a little strange for Jack to see Sam as the Happy Homemaker after so many years watching her tote a P90 and kick butt. Then again, he'd seen many different facets of his wife's personality since the twins arrived.

After a Saturday afternoon of mowing the lawn and cleaning the pool, Jack came into the house not exactly the picture of good grooming. He could smell cookies. At the kitchen table, up to their elbows in cookie dough, were his two little cherubs with Sam refereeing, or at least trying to keep the peace.

"Me do!"

"No, me do it! Mommy!"

"Okay you two, remember about taking turns." Sam said in that patient tone of voice she used with Jack when he was particularly childlike. She looked the part of master baker with a huge chef's apron tied around her, flour splattered here and there on clothing that wasn't covered and, likely placed there by tiny fingers, a little flour on her nose.

"Coooo.. kieee", Jack started his usual chant from just outside the door. "Cooo …kieee. Me want cookie!"

The twins turned towards Sam and hollered in unison, "Cookie Monster here, Mommy!" In best black-ops style, while their heads were turned, Jack dropped to his knees (ouch!) and covertly made his way to the table.

"You know what that means," Sam called. "Hide the cookies!"

As usually happened, before the twins could manage to move the plates of warm, fresh-baked cookies to a secure location, a large familiar hand snaked over the far edge of the table and grabbed the biggest cookie he could reach.

"Mmm… good cookie," Jack exclaimed in his cookie monster voice from under the table. The kids squealed as they always did and crawled under the table to catch their dad in the act. Sam walked behind her husband, grabbed a cookie of her own and looked down to see Jack's upturned face smiling at her and holding a half eaten cookie.

"Hi, cookie monster. You can come out now," she said, suppressing a giggle. That's Jack O'Neill for you, just one overgrown kid, but I wouldn't have it any other way, she thought

A/N: Silly,I know, but fun!