Title: Baby? 3

Author: Roque872002

Rating: K.

Pairing: Sam/Jack.

Summary: Baby names.

Dedication: To everyone who asked I write more.

Authors notes: Thanks to everyone who has reviewed, read, fave'd and now following! You've made me very happy! And thanks to everyone who recommended names.

A girl I went to college with had a pregnancy like the one I wrote for Sam, otherwise I probably would still have been oblivious…

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No beta - all mistakes are my own.

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"Congratulations," the young nurse - Yvonne Collins, Sam had found out - said as she handed the newborn boy back to his mother. "He's completely healthy and right on time. Ten fingers, ten toes, two ears, two eyes, one nose."

"All he needs is a name," Jack smiled as he ran a gentle finger over his son's hand, only for the newborn to wrap his whole hand around it. Jack beamed.

"And clothes, and a pram, and a crib, and-" Sam smiled at her husband.

"Yeah, yeah, I know," he laughed as he gazed lovingly at the boy. "But a name is important too dear."

"Any names jumping out at you?" nurse Collins asked as she looked at the happy and totally unprepared new family before her.

"Tyler," Sam said.

"Jacob," Jack said at the same time.

They looked at each other and smiled.

"Tyler was Charlie's middle name," Jack said softly.

"I know," Sam said, just as softly. "You want to name him after my dad?" she asked, slightly louder.

"Jacob's a strong name. And your dad was a great man. He did put up with me after all," he smiled.

"He liked you. He just didn't always want you to know it."

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"I can't believe you went through all of that without any pain relief," Jack marvelled as he watched his wife nurse their son as she sat on their bed.

"Not something I plan on doing again," Sam sighed as she smiled and watched her son feed.

"Thought you said you wanted two," he laughed as he sat down beside her and stroked his son's cheek. He couldn't get enough of touching his son. He couldn't believe what had all happened within the past eighteen hours.

"You try pushing one of these out with no pain relief. Next time I want morphine!"

"For that, I think you should name him," Jack said, looking into his wife's happy but exhausted blue eyes.

"I still like Tyler," she said.

"I dunno if I could cope with that," Jack admitted, looking away.

"I understand. Its okay. There are other names I like," Sam cupped his cheek.

"Yeah?" he asked, looking back at her.

"Jonathan," she smiled.

"No," he shook his head. "You're not naming him after me."

"But you said I could name him," she mock whined.

"Anything but Jonathan," Jack said as the doorbell rang. "That'll be the well wishers," he said as he got off the bed, knowing that it would be at least Daniel and Teal'c on the other side of the door.

"I think he's about done anyway," Sam said as the boy detached himself from his mother.

"I'll give you a few minutes," he said as he took one last look at his son before leaving the room to answer the door.

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"Please?" Sam asked as she curled up against her husband in bed, the baby sleeping in his crib at the bottom of their bed.

"No," he said.

"Please?" she asked again.

"No."

"Pretty please?"

"Why do you want to call him Jonathan?" Jack asked as he ran a hand through his wife's hair. "Why not… George? Or even Patrick? Or John… I could live with that."

"Patrick?" she asked, her eyebrows raised. That was too Irish in her opinion. Patrick O'Neill… she shook her head.

"I wasn't being serious!"

"I like Jonathan. He looks like a Jonathan to me."

"Poor kid," he sighed and cast his eyes downwards.

"So I can call him Jonathan?" she asked, her voice rising with excitement.

"I'm not going to be able to talk you out of it, am I?" he asked, already knowing her answer. Sam kissed him gently, knowing she had gotten her way.

"You can pick his middle name. If he's going to have one."

"Jacob. Definitely Jacob," he nodded.

"Jonathan Jacob O'Neill," Sam smiled.

"Jonathan Jacob O'Neill," Jack breathed. "Yeah, okay, I can live with that. As long as I get to call him JJ; and name the next one."