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"And all the kids names I've ever liked,
Are tied to tragedy.
And I don't want my children growing up to be,
Anything like me."
"Passing Through The Screen Door." by - The Wonder Years.
As Jack sat and looked at the tiny baby in his arms he was blown away with how much love he felt for something so small. Yes, he had done this before, but it was so long ago since he first held Charlie. Looking up at his wife who lay sleeping in the bed, the smile on his face grew even more if that was at all possible. For someone who hadn't long since given birth, she looked as beautiful as ever. Her hair was still tied in a loose ponytail, hastily done to keep it out the way when she finally needed to push. The makeup that had been applied earlier that day was now all gone, sweat, wet wipes and tears washing it away.
He was so lost in admiring his wife he hadn't realised that the baby was awake. It was only when he moved did Jack look down. Two bright blue eyes stared back at him, an exact copy of his wife's. He hoped they would stay blue, he could never say no to them eyes. As the baby moved a tuft of brown hair became visible, the same colour as his had been once. Now his was more grey but he wasn't as concerned anymore. Moving the blanket aside he held out his finger and his son grasped it tightly.
"Hey little guy, we still need to give you a name. I know what Mommy wants to call you but it's not gonna happen. You may be an O'Neill but you need a name unique to you, not one passed down from your old man. I still like Jacob, we need to work on mommy to get her to agree." Smiling at his son as he stroked his cheek.
"We will see about that one Jack O'Neill." He heard Sam say as he looked up and saw her smile as she looked at them both.
"Hey, didn't know you were awake. We were just having a man to man chat. On saying that I think this one is done chatting." Looking down as his son started to fidget, his mouth opening and closing as he rooted around for dinner.
Standing up he stood and waited till Sam was ready before passing her the baby. After a little moving around the baby finally found what he was looking and latched on to Sam's breast, Sam wincing as he sucked hard. Jack winced when he saw Sam wince, that had got to be a strange feeling indeed. Sitting on the bed beside Sam he wrapped his arm around her shoulder and she settled against his side, her head resting on his shoulder.
"He still needs a name, any suggestions other than Jack or Jonathan?" Jack said as he watched Sam watching the baby as he feed.
"You really want to name him Jacob don't you?" Looking between her husband and son.
Jack just nodded his head.
"Fine, welcome to the world Jacob Carter-O'Neill." Kissing her son's head.