Daniel glanced at Teal'c in confusion when the front door opened to reveal Sam. It shouldn't have bothered him – it was Sam's house, after all – but for months now, Jack had consistently beaten her to the door. Either she'd been very, very pregnant, or she was recovering from a serious medical condition and surgery, and he was trying to make her rest.

"Uh, hi, Sam."

"Uh, hi, Daniel," she mocked with a smile. "Come in, guys."

"Where's Jack?"

"Zonked on the couch," she answered quietly as they passed the living room and headed for the kitchen, quickly unbagging the takeout containers they'd brought.

"Where is Infant Carter?" Teal'c inquired.

She grinned. "With the colonel. Who is zonked on the couch."

"Oh, this I have to see," Daniel insisted, and the trio hurried back into the hallway, the archaeologist leading the way, to huddle into the archway that led to the living room.

Jack had clearly not intended to fall asleep, one leg up on the coffee table and his head bent back at a painful angle into the corner of the sofa, catching flies. Two huge blue eyes peered at them from midway down his chest, where Baby Aimee lay contentedly in his arms, surrounded by his warmth. She was wide awake.

"That's... the most sickeningly cute thing I've ever seen," Daniel murmured. "Where's your camera? I need blackmail. Show this around the base and he'll never be able to intimidate any of the archaeologists ever again."

"Do you not fear your child will fall, Major Carter?"

"No." As if on cue, the baby moved a little, thrashing her arms, and Jack mumbled something in his sleep and pressed a massive hand over her chest, quieting her.

"So cute I might vomit," Daniel insisted.

"Well, don't throw up on the rug. Only the baby gets to do that."

"Must we not wake O'Neill for dinner?" Teal'c asked.

Sam frowned. "Damn."

"Ooh! Ooh! I'll do it!" the younger man volunteered, but Sam scowled at him.

"I'd rather the baby not get injured in the process," she insisted, pushing past him to where the two occupants snoozed – well, Jack was snoozing, anyway. Aimee cooed and flailed her arms at her mother's presence, and he mumbled something again. This time, though, Sam took the baby's arms carefully and tried to pull her up.

Strong arms moved possessively around the tiny body, his torso curling away from her as he snorted a little. Well, that was just ridiculous. "Colonel," Sam said softly. "Jack, wake up."

One dark eye opened to look at her. "What?" he grumbled.

She raised an eyebrow. "Give me my child."

"No."

The eyebrow hit previously unknown heights at that. "No?"

"No. She's warm, and I'm keeping her." An easy smile spread across his face as the other eye slid open. "Joint custody's a bitch, isn't it, Carter?"

She straightened and stepped back so fast she nearly tripped over the coffee table, her mouth working but only making nonsensical sounds. "I... bu... wha..."

"Hey, easy." The object of her consternation rolled up to standing. "If you really want her, you can have her."

"I... no... I – I mean, I do, but you... Uh..."

"Carter, breathe," he ordered softly, his face only inches from hers.

"I guess I – I... I didn't think you took it that seriously," she answered finally.

"What's the name of that movie, Carter? 'Yours, Mine, and Ours?' That's what she is now."

The watery smile that crossed her face matched her eyes, and she sniffled.

"Hey, no crying," he ordered. "There is no crying in baseball."

It worked – she laughed. "I love you," she breathed.

"I love you, too." Shifting the baby to one arm, he slid a hand around to gently cradle the back of her head as he leaned down to kiss her sweetly.

"Uh... Jack?"

The outsider's voice pulled them from their moment, and they turned to find their teammates staring openly at them. Daniel looked shocked. Teal'c looked... like he might have been smiling. An itty bitty bit.

"I think I'm seeing things," Daniel said.

"I knew it would happen one day," Jack told Sam. Loudly. "He's lost his marbles."

"Gone completely off the reservation," she agreed.

"Hey!" Daniel protested, but the colonel wasn't going to give up that easily.

"Looney tunes."

"Not playing with a full deck."

"I think this boy's cheese has done slid off his cracker," Jack quipped, and his stomach growled. "Hey... did you guys bring food?"

~/~

Jack and Sam eventually broke down and told the boys about the events from the previous evening, but only, Jack claimed, because they were going to need their help.

"There's a lot of planning to do and not much time to do it," the colonel announced, holding Aimee confidently in one arm as he ate with practiced ease with the other. Raising a child was apparently like riding a bike – even after so many years, muscle memory had kicked in.

"Planning for what?" Daniel asked.

"The wedding."

Sam choked violently on her chow mein, sucking for air as her face slowly turned beet red. Teal'c clapped her on the back a few times before patiently holding out her water glass, waiting for her to recover enough to drink from it.

Jack ignored her completely. "I figure Janet and Cassie can get Carter all taken care of, y'know, but I'd like to throw a reception for the SGC people. It'll be big; we'll need catering and crap. And I'm assuming Carter wants a big wedding, so we'll need a church and a priest who gets that we want this done quickly."

Big blue eyes could only blink at him in shock across the table.

"What?" he asked. "You wanna date awhile, kill some time, wait until she's old enough that she might actually remember the wedding? I thought the whole point was that she'd never know."

"Still, Jack," Daniel put in, "that's, um... quick."

He shrugged. "We've been living together for months now."

"And yet not," he pressed. "Unless I'm missing something."

"You're not," Sam told him quietly.

"Yeah, so..."

"On the contrary, Daniel Jackson," Teal'c said. "O'Neill and Major Carter have been pursuing a relationship of sorts for years."

"Yeah, but that's... different..."

"Not really," Jack shrugged. "Carter, I can't vouch for you, but my feelings haven't changed for a long time. The fact that you maybe squeeze the toothpaste from the middle isn't gonna change that."

A long, slow breath escaped her as every man's eyes bored into her face. "Four months," she said softly, finally, obviously piecing the thoughts together as she went along. "Which will make Aimee five months. And since they say the average wedding takes a year to plan, that means... we should have started when I was two months along, and we can tell her..."

"We can tell her you found out you were pregnant and I proposed," Jack finished.

"Right," she breathed, still shell-shocked. "Which you haven't actually done, by the way."

He grinned. "I'll get there."

"And," she went on, "it gives me four months to figure out if I can live with the fact that you leave your dirty laundry everywhere."

"Right. I'll work on that."

"Sam," Daniel pressed, "are you sure about this?"

She shot him a glance that clearly said he was insane, but the glazy look in her eyes made it pretty clear she didn't have it all together, either. "By the way... I roll it."

"Huh?" Jack asked through a mouthful of egg roll.

"The toothpaste. I roll it from the bottom as I go along."

He sighed. Of course she did.