Summary: Jack and Daniel's son is born
They had been at home, trying to keep Daniel comfortable as he could be, when his labour pains began at 2300 hrs.
Jack drove quickly, carefully too, as Daniel phoned Janet, at the SGC.
When he gratefully parked up at Cheyenne Mountain, Jack took the phone from
Daniel as he helped him from their car. Said phone between his ear and shoulder, Jack concentrated only on Daniel, carrier of the most precious cargo imaginable, and love of his life, that Daniel truly would always be...
Jack got Daniel to his second chariot of the night, a wheelchair, and, as Janet went with it faithfully at their side, monitoring Daniel and the baby unwaveringly, Jack sped them to the Infirmary; Once there, drugs were expertly administered to Daniel, the med modesty screens went up, and the only way Daniel could deliver their son, began. Caesarean.
A while later, of course, Jack now stood, holding his second son in his arms, as the boy's bravest parent slept, and the kind Doctors gave them a moment of privacy.
Earlier, rushing through the SGC corridors for everyone's sake, also because pregnant Daniel was self-conscious enough at the base, and now, he was in labour in front of all who saw him... While he rushed through the labyrinth he knew, Jack had hidden memories of when he and Janet had run to the Gateroom, a dying Daniel on a gurney and life-support... Now, Jack's memories, and half of his unquellable tears were for his oldest son, Charlie...
As he stared at his son, Jack still noted when Daniel awoke.
Eyes flickering open, almost like his sons were, too, at that moment, Daniel uttered the word "Hi!", meant for Jack and their son.
Daniel knew he was probably stuck with the womb inside him forever. Janet had said removal would be difficult, fraught, perhaps, because of where it had grown into being, and the very obvious fact that he was male, not female – But that womb had given him and Jack their wonderful, wonderful son, and the sight Daniel had now, that he would forever treasure, of Jack cradling the new-born boy so adoringly in his arms... Daniel mused that now, finally, his name, Jackson, was apt between him and the father of his baby, because it actually now had meaning – Jack's son. He wondered about their son's name – what was it going to be. He didn't imagine Jack, who'd proudly been given that nickname by his grandfather, would want the boy to also be given his father's real name, Jonathan... Jack, Daniel could hear him saying, would insist that, as a father, he didn't deserve that honour – that it seemed a little like a self-important thing to do. Daniel looked again, at the father and son in front of him, and he didn't want to do a thing to end this beautiful moment, but he did want to hold his child so...
Smiling, still crying silently, for a myriad of reasons, Jack gently placed their son into Daniel's arms. Jack looked at them both, and knew that, with his next breath, he would ask Daniel to marry him...