Teeny, tiny chapter but I wanted to get something out to everyone. I'll try and write more chapters for this and my other fic this weekend (unless we finally get spring and I spend my days in the garden).

"It's time to push Sam", the doctor told her.

"I'm so tired", the pregnant Major answered. "Jack – I can't do this."

"Sure you can", he wiped her forehead with a cool cloth. "Come on – let's meet O'Neill junior."

With Jack supporting her, and Janet cheering her on, she began to push. Through the exhaustion and pain it struck her that this had to be the hardest thing she'd ever done.

"You're doin' it sweetheart. Keep pushing."

"I am pushing", she ground out, looking like she wanted to kill him.

He grinned and squeezed her hand. "Good for you – now really push! Come on Major – you're good at performing miracles – just one more."

With that she put all her remaining strength into it and pushed. There was a burning, fiery pain, tremendous pressure and then –

"You have a baby Sam!"

"Hey - "

"And you too Jack", the doctor laughed as she motioned for Jack to come over and cut the cord.

"What is it?" Sam asked, her exhaustion suddenly gone.

Jack grinned up at her. "A boy Sam – we have a little boy."

Of course that made her instantly begin to cry – tears of happiness and wonder. In a second there was a small, squirming body placed on her chest, a warm blanket placed over top of him. She gazed at him for a second and then looked up. "Oh Jack – he's ours!"

"Yup", he smiled and laid his hand on the baby's back, the other holding hers. "You did good Sam."

"I did, didn't I?" she smiled at her husband and then looked down again, as the baby began to root for the breast. With a gentle yet tentative hand she moved him up a bit and helped him latch on. "Oooh."

"Hurt?" her husband asked, a worried frown between his brows.

"No – just – funny."

He nodded, looked relieved, and watched as his son ate. The doctor was finishing cleaning Sam up once the after-birth had been delivered. A moment later Janet spoke.

"If the little one is finished, we should get him cleaned up and weighed." She smiled at her friends, thrilled at all that had happened and that they had a chance at a life together, with their new family.

Since their son was now gazing up at his mother with his silver colored eyes, Sam nodded and gently handed him to her friend. "Does everything look okay?"

Janet took him and smiled. "As far as I can tell, he's perfect."

"Of course he is", Jack nodded. "He's an O'Neill."

Janet simply lifted an eyebrow and then smirked at Sam. "He's going to be insufferable, you know."

"I know", she groaned. "But he's cute so I guess I'll put up with him."

Jack made a disgusted noise, but his attention was more on his son than on the conversation. He had followed Janet over to the small warming table and watched as she gently cleaned him and weighed and measured him.

"You want to dress him?" the Doc asked.

"Sure." He stepped forward, but suddenly, out of the blue, a wave of – something – hit him. He had a flashback to Charlie, which brought on a haze of unexpected grief. Along with that he felt sudden panic, wondering if he could do this again. Did he actually believe he could be a father again? Did he want to be a father again? There was too much opportunity for hurt, for grief, for –

"Jack", his wife called. He turned to her in panic. "Jack, what's wrong? Is it the baby?"

"Huh?" He looked down at his son – who was moving his tiny arms and legs and appeared totally happy with the world. "Uh – no – he's fine."

An arm reached out and touched him. "You okay Sir?" Janet asked softly. That made him close his eyes for a moment and try to gather his thoughts and calm his racing heart.

"Yeah – sorry – just -"

"Overwhelmed?"

"Yeah – that." He gave her a small grin and then took the clothes that were folded by the table. With – only slightly – shaking hands he dressed his newborn son. The baby continued to wiggle and to stare. Jack just hoped he'd remain this happy.

Once the baby was dressed and swaddled he took him over to the bed and handed him to Sam.

"So?" she asked.

"Eight pounds, two ounces", Janet told her. "Twenty-one inches and he looks to be healthy as a horse."

"Of course, he's -"

"- an O'Neill. I know Sir", Janet said with a grin. "By the way, congratulations you two. He's beautiful."

They were congratulated by their OB and the nurse on duty. They spent a few minutes just holding one another and their new son. Then it was time to tell their friends and family.

"Sam?"

"Tell them they can come in", she instructed, staring at the bundle in her arms.

"You sure you're up to this?"

"Absolutely!" She gave him a blinding smile. "I can't wait to show him to his new uncles and grandfather.

Jack laughed softly as he walked out the door, thinking about the unusual family his son would now have. An uncle and aunt, and grandfather who were all aliens – in Jacob's case half an alien. And then there was Space Monkey and General Hammond and –

"Jack!"

He only then realized that all the people he was thinking about were standing and staring at him expectantly. He glanced around and realized that he'd never seen so many people in the Infirmary at one time – at least not since the last major foothold situation.

"Is everything okay?" Jacob asked, worried at the silence from his – hell, his son-in-law.

"Just fine." Jack's cheeks practically split from breadth of the smile. "Come on in and meet – baby Carter-O'Neill."

Congratulations rang out from all sides as those closest to him followed him back into the room that held Sam and the baby. Everyone immediately circled the bed and oohed and aahed at the infant.

"O'Neill, what is it?"

"It's a baby Teal'c." Jack replied with a smirk.

"I know it is a baby. I meant what kind?" the long suffering Jaffa sighed.

"A human one", Jack said. "Ow!" That was uttered after the slap from his wife.

"Jack", she said and then looked at Teal'c. "It's a boy Teal'c."

"Then congratulations Samantha. You are very fortunate. Unless, of course, the child takes after O'Neill. Then you have my sympathies."

Sam laughed, as did the others in the room. Jack glared and pouted, but only for a second as everyone congratulated them and then began to pass the baby around. The tiny infant simply looked at the blurry faces that looked down on him, warm, safe and content.

"So, what's his name?" Of course it was Daniel who asked.

Jack looked to his wife for permission. At her nod he reached down and took his son. "I'd like you all to meet David Jacob Charles O'Neill."

There were more hoots and hollers until baby O'Neill began to whimper. Whether that was the noise, or from being passed from person to person no one knew. Jack took his son and handed him to his mother. "He could be hungry."

"Just like his father", Daniel intoned.

"What did you say Jackson?" Jack narrowed his eyes at his friend in suspicion.

"Oh, just that he gets crabby and fussy when he's hungry."

Again everyone laughed and again O'Neill pretended to be offended, but in reality he was just so damn happy that it didn't matter what anyone said right now.

"I think it's time everyone clear out and give Sam and Jack time to rest", Janice began to corral all her pigeons and soon things were quiet once more. Jack leaned over and gave his wife a tender kiss.

"Sleep", he told her. "Janet said we could go home after a few hours, once she checks you both out again."

"Mmm", his wife, genius, scientist, doctor and soldier muttered, half asleep already.

With a smile he picked up his son and sat in the chair next to the bed.

He spent the next few moments thinking about his sons – Charlie who lived only in his memory, and David, who lived now in his arms. He wondered if this was a safe place for his new child. He hadn't proved himself to be a trustworthy father, or one who kept his children out of danger.

"I'll make sure and keep you safe", he whispered down at the tiny gift he'd been given. He smiled gently at the infant, whose eyes were slowly closing and yet who still seemed content. "So, can I tell you about your big brother Charlie?"

"Clarice?"

"Mmm Hmm?" Clarice had just arrived back at her office and was looking through her files in order to locate where the young girl who called herself Amy – but whose name was really Saeena – was staying. She dreaded the coming conversation and vowed that she would do whatever it took to help and support the young woman. "What is it?" She glanced up to see her assistant standing in the doorway.

"Uh, you have a call. The woman says her name is Amy and it's an emergency. I think she might be in labor."