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Chapter 55 – Perfect

Much later...

Colonel Samantha Debra Elizabeth Carter-O'Neill entered the briefing room. Her arms transporting many heavy items, and Teal'c gently helped by grasping the most unyieldy ones.

"Thank you, Teal'c," Samantha smiled.

"My pleasure, ColonelCarter. Where would you like me to deposit these items?"

"In the middle of this table here, please," Sam answered, pointing it out to him.

"Very well," Teal'c said and quickly put the weight down.

A large cake was thus standing in the middle of the table, surrounded with presents and various beverages. Jack entered the briefing room shortly after the two friends.

"Carter," he greeted her, distracted, straightening his dress blues.

"Sir," she replied, lost in her thoughts too.

Daniel had arrived just after Sam did; he sighed, shaking his head. He could not understand how after eleven years of marriage, a baby and a new promotion the couple could remain so formal in public, without even being aware of it. They all regularly meet outside of work, and it's just like night and day. He had no idea how they were doing it, but as soon as they were out of the mountain, they would become Jack and Sam once again, husband and wife, simply lovers.

"Sam, where's CJ?" Daniel queried.

"With her godmother I think... well, I hope so!" Sam said, slightly worried.

The PA system alarm started blaring and Sam quickly went down the steps to the control room.

"Sergeant?" Sam nervously asked.

"We're receiving an IDC... it's the Tok'ra, Ma'am!" Walter announced.

Sam swiftly made her way to the 'Gate room to greet her father. He came through the wormhole in a blink, holding a brightly-wrapped present.

"Congratulations, Colonel Carter!" Jacob smiled and hugged his daughter tightly.

"Thanks Dad!"

"You must have worked really hard to be promoted so quickly after CJ's birth," he quietly stated.

"Oh, you know, it's my job to save the planet but it's sooooo nice to be recognized for it!" Sam modestly said, giggling.

Jacob smiled and gestured to the briefing room. Jack was standing in front of the window, with CJ in his arms since Janet had eventually brought her in. The little girl had wanted to go down to her mother, but Jack and Sam would not let her roam through the halls of the SGC freely, even though this was their home away from home. Sam refused to let her daughter set a single foot in the 'Gate room; she knew that anything could happen there and would never ever put her life in danger.

Jacob and Sam ascended the spiraling stairs. He greeted Jack and took a hold of CJ to hug her.

"Hello my sweet darling, and happy first birthday!" he said, giving her a tender kiss on the forehead.

Jack, an arm around his wife's shoulders, looked at the scene in front of him. Jacob was crazy about his granddaughter, and no one would be able to prise him away from her when he was like this. CJ squeezed the Tok'ra really tight with her little arms and returned her own greeting, an Eskimo kiss.

"She walks now Dad, but still no word," Sam said.

"Colonel Carter? General Hammond and Miss Fraiser have just arrived," 1st Sergeant Walter Harriman announced as he stepped into the room.

"Thank you, Sergeant."

"You know Sam, you only started speaking when you were three, not before," Jacob continued.

"Three years old? That's quite late, isn't it?" Jack exclaimed.

"Yes, a little. But when she uttered her first words she spoke perfectly well for her age, as a five-year-old would actually," Jacob explained.

"Do you think it will be the same for her, because of Jack and I?" Sam shyly asked.

"Sam, she has minute traces of Naquadah in her blood thanks to Jolinar, and her father has the Ancient gene. No one knows whether it will change anything, but there is one thing for sure: she has two proud parents who love her more than anything else, that counts for quite a bit! What's more, with a mother holding an above-average IQ..." Jacob was stopped in his tracks by the Cassandra-shaped tornado entering the room.

"Hello everyone! Congratulations, Sam, for your promotion!" she beamed.

The young woman threw herself into Sam's arms before approaching Jacob and CJ.

"Happy birthday, little munchkin!" she said, blowing a raspberry on the little girl's cheek before giving Jacob a friendly hug and kiss.

Sam's father put the little girl on the ground when she gestured downwards. She'd just caught a glimpse of George Hammond and wanted to walk to him. Everyone looked at the wobbly but determined little girl's gait, thinking CJ O'Neill had inherited both her parents' headstrong dispositions. Hammond gathered her in his arms and gave her a fond kiss.

"She gets prettier every day!" he smiled.

"She gets it from her mother then!" Jack smiled, glancing lovingly to his blushing wife.

If CJ had in fact inherited her mother's elfin face and cerulean eyes, her father definitely gave her his nose and lips; she did look a lot like him when she would calmly observe the ones around her though.

As soon as everyone had arrived, all toasted to Sam of course, but also to CJ's birthday. A single candle was standing proudly erect in the center of the cake, and the words "Happy Birthday CJ" were scrawled in peridot-colored icing around it. A fresh-faced captain, amateur photographer in his spare time, had been tasked with immortalizing this joyous gathering.

The little girl had been extremely spoiled, and the O'Neill family car was laden with many presents on the way home that same night. Even Thor had sent something, Sam was actually wondering as to what the present was... but she'd actually left it at the SGC, just in case. The diminutive alien still did not fully understand appropriate Tauri gift-giving customs after all, one could never know.

Jack carried his sleeping daughter inside and whisked her away to bed before coming back to help his wife finish unloading the car. They sat on the couch afterwards, enjoying the silence.

"I didn't know you were worried about CJ..." Jack said softly, thinking back to his conversation with Jacob.

"I'm just wondering, that's all. You know, what with Jolinar, the Goa'uld's niceties and the head trauma during my pregnancy... I just hope she'll be okay."

"CJ is fine. She's never ill or sick, and Janet says it's due to Jolinar and the Naquadah in both your bloodstreams. She'll be smart like you, and she has a whole military base and then some to lay down their lives for her. I for one am not worried about her future," Jack soothed.

Sam snuggled against her husband's side, her legs folded underneath her body and took stock of all that had happened for the past year or so.

Samantha had eventually managed to recover all her memories before the end of her pregnancy. Janet had ruled that Jolinar's memories, plentiful, were preventing Sam from accessing her own memories within the usual timeframe.

Sam had later given birth at the SGC, and Cassandra-Janet Elizabeth O'Neill had made her entrance noiselessy. She had opened her eyes and looked unwaveringly at Sam after Janet had put her in the new mother's arms. The petite doctor had been surprised, but she gave the newborn a thorough medical check and pronounced the little girl in perfect health. In any case she'd never been sick and would never cry. CJ had inherited her father's appetite but did not unduly put too much weight on; she was quickly growing, as all infants her age were. Her parents were happy and still loved each other even more than they had before, if it was at all possible.

Sam released a satisfied breath from within the loving confines of her beloved husband's arms; she was happy. Jack gave her a lingering kiss on the crown of her head, happy too about their being together still, together and blissfully happy.

Their relationship, which was supposed to last only the time of a perfect weekend, lasted several lifetimes.

THE END.