"Dinner's served!" Jack called though out his home and he could not believe or describe how happy he felt doing something so normal. After moving in together, Sam and Jack had hired a live in nanny named Sasha to provide a constant in Daniella's life, but her role had evolved over the months. There had been times when both Jack and Sam had been away from home for days and nights on end where Sasha had then stepped up without a second thought. She had never questioned their lengthy hours, their numerous bruises or the sometimes odd hours they kept. Jack had no idea what they had done to deserve Sasha, especially as her role had grown to incorporate a certain amount of the cleaning and cooking when it was needed. Since his change in working status, Jack had decided to take on at least the cooking.

"This looks good, Mr O'Neill."

"Sasha, I've told you – Jack." They both sat on their seats as Jack put the final small plate in front of Daniella with all of the food already cut up.

"Is Sam due home for dinner?" she asked in between mouthfuls, looking at the other plate on the table.

"Yeah, she might just be running late."

"I'm used to both of you being late. Frequently."

"Well, that shouldn't be happening anymore. Not with my new hours." Jack studied the younger girl and it dawned on him that she may be worried about her job security. "I still work full time though. Sasha, you do know that we can't do without you?"

"Forgive me, Jack, but all three of you vanished for over two weeks and I was sent on holiday for a month. It seems like things are changing and I can understand if your priorities have changed concerning Daniella. I just need to know if my plans need to change."

"You might get more free time, that's all. You can spend more time with Andy." Jack watched as Sasha blushed awkwardly, squirming slightly in her seat and he could not help but grin. "Sam can't keep a secret."

"Good to know." They both continued eating their dinner in silence except for the odd random noise from Daniella until finally the front door opened and closed.

"Sorry I'm late," Sam apologised as she entered the kitchen and gave Daniella and Jack a kiss on the head. "Got held up with some paperwork."

"Nothing serious?" Jack asked, worrying that something had happened at the SGC. He knew that he should not panic and that he would still be informed if anything happened. He was still joint commander of SG-1 and still second in command of the facility.

"No, just Daniel and the normal." She sat down and started hungrily eating her dinner. "So, did you miss us?"

"You wouldn't believe how much you can miss Murray despite how quiet he is."

"Murray? Oh, yeah, right." Jack looked at Sam in confusion slightly, but let it pass for the time being.

"Is that Daniella's uncle who's really big? Like massive and kind of scary looking?" Sasha asked after taking her last mouthful.

Smiling, Jack responded, "He's a teddy bear."

"When Daniella was first born," Sam said, "she'd only calm down and quieten if it were Murray or I holding her."

"I didn't know that," Jack stated and Sam looked at him uncomfortably. It was one of the very few reminders that he had not been around for the first few months of Daniella's life.

"Well, thank you for dinner, Jack. It was lovely. I have plans for the evening though and best head off."

"Anywhere nice?"

"Visiting family. I'll be back next Wednesday." Jack watched silently as Sasha said goodbye to Daniella and then left the room. He then turned to Sam, waiting for her to finish her own meal.

"She was right, that was amazing, Jack. Thank you." She moved to stand up, but Jack grabbed hold of her hand.

"Is everything okay with you?"

"Yep, why?"

"You got confused with Murray and T."

"Well, it seems silly to call him Murray in front of Sasha. Why not just T?"

"Because I'm the only one that calls him T."

"Err, Daniella, no," Sam said, causing Jack to look at his daughter, too. At over a year old, Daniella could feed herself quite well with either just her fingers or with a spoon. However, Daniella had not quite got the hang of not trying to put too much in her mouth in one go.

Jack managed to reach the food laden spoon that was in her hand and took it away from her, causing the inevitable grumble from her. Dropping some of the food from her spoon, Jack then passed it back to her and she ate it despite the lone tear running down her cheek. As he settled back down in his chair, Sam was already up and gathering the plates to start the washing up. Keeping one eye on Daniella and one on Sam, Jack tried to ignore his fears that Sam was not coping. By his own nature, Jack was a sceptical man in most areas of his life. This was not the time to start doubting Sam.