A/N: I was watching Singularity videos on YouTube a few months ago and the moments where these two were almost 'Mum and Dad' just struck me. I needed to write a fic. So here it is, all written in the middle of the night. . Pre-established S/D.

It was a rarely-known fact that Sam visited Cassie monthly in her children's home, and this was made even more frequent now she was with Daniel. They'd sit and play games together in the visitors' room and she'd tell the older woman all about her month, despite knowing that Sam couldn't do the same. But she'd been drilled on the matter - the Stargate's secrecy was of utmost importance. Today was her birthday, so when Sam walked into reception she immediately noticed the grim expression on the social worker's face as she approached.

"You're here for Cassie, aren't you, dear?" Sam nodded in reply. "You just missed her. I'm so sorry..."

"What do you mean? Has she gone out somewhere?"

"A man came to pick her up today - he's had the papemonths sorted for months."

Damn it, I should've thought of this... she mentally berated herself.

" Can you see if there's a way I can contact her?" her voice was, much to her chagrin, there pleading than eager but she persisted regardless.

"I'll try, but I can't make any promises," she offered a small smile. Sam turned and left, heart dropping with every step she took.

Daniel looked up from the various sheets on the table as his wife trudged in through the door. Her whole body was an indicator of her downcast mood. Her eyes, surrounded by red, raw skin, focused on her trembling fingers as they went about unbuttoning her coat. Abandoning his papers, he made his way over to her. Seeing his figure out of the corner of her eye, she quickly attempted to right her appearance and set a mask of strength over her emotions.

"Hey."

"Hi," she replied, through the instability of her tone.

"What's wrong?" he queried, resting one hand on her shoulder and brushing away a stray hair with the other.

"You know how I visit Cassie? Well, she's gone. A man took her today, apparently it'd been in planning for months."

"Oh, Sam," Daniel soothed, resting his forehead on her's. "If it helps, I know the man you're talking about."

"You do? Who is he?" she almost begged him.

"We'll, he's tall, handsome, rather smart, and he has the right clearance level."

"Daniel, that could be anyone. Do I even know him?"

"I'd be worried if you didn't," a soft grin began to show on his features.

"Yeah, I didn't think I'd brainwashed you with all those games!" a child-like voice came from the direction of the kitchen. And Sam's confusion only deepened when Daniel called, amusement in his voice,

"I thought we agreed you'd stay quiet until I broke the news."

"Of course you would've. Next month," was the reply as its owner finally emerged from the kitchen. Sam's heart skipped a beat. She glanced auto at her husband.

"So you were the tall, handsome, high-clearance genius..." her gaze turned to Cassie. "And you were in on it?" her newly adopted daughter nodded. "This is amazing, but how did I not run in on all the visits they have to do?"

"It was simple really. I informed them of our situation and they were more than happy to help time them. I didn't want to tell you in case you got your hopes up and we were turned down. I only let Cassie know last week."

"Wow," Sam blinked. "We'll, first things first, we need to sort out your bedroom."

"Cool. I really like blue..and purple...and green," Cassie smirked.

Daniel stood behind them, grinning as though he could literally already see the bonds forming. Not that some of them weren't there to begin with.

"Come on, Dad!"

Dad. Emotion swelled up inside Daniel at that word. What was it? Oh yes, pride. Fatherly pride.