*whispers* Sam holding a baby and Jack smiling at how peaceful they both look.
Jack stood in the doorway, just watching as Sam rocked slowly in the chair, holding the little girl. She had one chubby little finger wrapped around his pinky, watching his face as he tunelessly hummed a song at her.
Sam looked up and caught Jack’s grin, giving him a shy smile back. “She was crying.”
“Well she’s not now,” Jack stayed where he was, not wanting to ruin the moment.
Sam had other idea, standing carefully and walking to Jack to kiss him. “You want to hold her?”
“No, no, I think you’re doing a fine job. Not that great with babies.” Something flickered in his eyes, something Sam knew meant one of his secrets, one of his past lives.
“She’s almost asleep again anyway.” Same rocked her and carried her back over to the crib. “I’ll be back to bed in a minute.”
“All right.” Jack playfully swatted at his bottom as he walked away. Sam’s eyes automatically checked the wards they’d put on the crib as he set her down. For once the night was quiet and still as he watched her settle deeper into sleep.