Three months later Jack and Diana were married during one of the worst series of thunderstorms on record in Colorado. Originally planned to be outside in the yard, the festivities had been moved into the house. It was crowded and loud, but they were surrounded by the people that meant the most to them. The wine and good wishes flowed, and there were more than a few chuckles over the Marge and Homer wedding cake topper that was just so keeping with Jack and Diana's personalities. The party lasted to almost midnight, and when Jack had finally evicted the last of the guests, meaning the rest of SG-1, he found his bride in the kitchen, just looking out at the lightening.

He put his arms around her and tucked his chin on her shoulder and teased, "Penny for your thoughts Mrs. O'Neill."

She turned her face to look at him and smiled, "Nothing."

"The other Jack?" He knew her well, and he knew that her thoughts would sometimes go to that other Jack. She had never shared with him what exactly had transpired between them, and he never asked. But had seen their final exchange in the room with the quantum mirror, and he suspected that she had been very close to leaving with him. He hoped that one day she would tell him, but he didn't press.

She rubbed his arm as he squeezed a little tighter. "Yeah."

He let go of her and reached over to the counter and lifted several champagne bottles until he found one that wasn't empty. He couldn't find any clean champagne glasses but grabbed a pair of coffee cups and poured a little in each and handed one to her, and stood close to her with a hand on her hip as he toasted, "Here's to that Jack and his Diana, because without them, you and I wouldn't be here. And I would have missed out on the best thing that's ever happened to me."

She clicked her mug to his and added with a little knowing smirk, "Yet."

He had had more than enough champagne to be a little fuzzy around the edges, and he looked at her in confusion. She put her mug down without drinking any, and when he thought about it, she hadn't had more than a sip or two all day. He let her pull him into the bedroom and push him to sit down on the edge of the bed. She opened one of the drawers he had cleared out for her months ago, they were waiting until after the wedding to move the rest of her belongings in, and pulled out a little gift wrapped box tied with a bow.

She handed it to him and sat beside him. He put his mug down on the nightstand, and asked, "What is this?"

"A wedding present."

"You know you're not getting yours until tomorrow?"

"I know, but I want you to open yours now." She was practically bouncing up and down with excitement.

He opened the box and pulled out a small folded cloth. When he unfolded it, he found it was an infant's undershirt that had "Air Force Brat" emblazoned across it. It took a moment for it to sink in, and when it did he almost didn't trust himself to speak, "Diana?"

She nodded, "Two days of very positive tests. I think it's safe to say that we are officially having a baby."

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The night they had gotten engaged Jack had stopped her when she slipped away from him to go put her diaphragm in.

They had been dancing barefoot in the dimmed light of their hotel room and making out like two teenagers. When things started getting very amorous, she broke the embrace and grabbed her diaphragm from her carry-on bag and went to head for the bathroom. Jack grabbed her hand before she got there and pulled her in close, the flat pink box still clutched in her hand, "Is that thing negotiable?"

She squinted at him, trying to decipher what was running through his head, having children wasn't something they had ever really discussed. She knew about Charlie, and had held Jack through the anniversary of his death. She knew that there was a huge sliver of pain and guilt so deep in Jack over Charlie that nothing would ever dig it out and make it go away. And she had never wanted to the be the one to remind him of that pain, so she just never brought up the subject of wanting children of her own. She said gently, "It's something we've never talked about."

He dropped his eyes and swallowed, knowing why they never talked about it. He took a breath and met her eyes, "I know. But do you want to have kids Diana? Have a family with me?"

She couldn't answer, just couldn't find the right words, so instead just tossed the pink box over her shoulder and threw her arms around Jack's neck and kissed him fiercely.

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They both had known that Diana's age coupled with some of the internal scarring she had acquired from her ex-husband's assault might have made conceiving a child very difficult, so as Jack sat there fingering the little undershirt he almost couldn't believe it. They were really having a baby. He was a father again. Without meaning to, his mind flashed back to Sara telling him she was pregnant with Charlie, then like a slide show he went from holding a tiny newborn Charlie to watching a small casket being lowered into the ground. A silent tear slid down his cheek and he leaned into the hand that Diana brushed it away with.

He felt her other hand cup his other cheek and she gently turned his face so she could see his eyes, "Jack, you are going to be a wonderful a father to this child."

Jack didn't reply, instead just pulled her in and squeezed as tightly as he dared.

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The next morning broke clear and bright and they worked together to try and put some semblance of order back to the house. They were forgoing a honeymoon for the moment, instead planning a two week getaway to the cabin next month when the weather would be a little better up north. As Jack watched noon approach he dragged Diana into the living room. And making her sit on the couch, he hid her eyes with a bandanna.

"No peeking now. Your wedding present is going to be delivered any minute now."

She laughed, "You are crazy, you know that right?"

"So I've been told. Often in fact."

A couple of minutes later she heard a car door and heard Jack open their front door. There were sounds of shuffling around and a moment later there was something cold and wet poking at her hands in her lap. She reached up quickly and pulled off the blindfold to see a wiggling little brindle mass that was a boxer puppy. She reached down and scooped him up and proceeded to get her faced washed by the pup. She laughed and turned towards Jack.

"You got me a puppy." She stepped over to him and kissed him, and laughed again when the puppy in her arms tried to get in on the action.

"I had a hunch that this would be the perfect wedding present."

"A hunch?"

He grinned, "Okay, a little bird told me."

"I think someday you and I are going to have to compare notes about that bird."

She put the puppy down and they watched together as he explored every nook and cranny of the house with his nose.

He finally tuckered himself out and fell asleep with his nose on his paws in a sunbeam. They finished straightening up and as they always did, just enjoyed the quiet simple time spent together.

They were both looking forward to their trip to the cabin, but little did they know that SG-1 mission scheduled for Monday to P3X-4C3, later known as Kelowna, would not only steal their honeymoon from them, but Daniel as well.

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