As John and Teyla walked back to John's room, they made no effort to hide the way they fondly held eachother's hands and walked close together. There was so much to take in. For both John and Teyla. All the athosians were just gone, leaving no trace of where they could be. And now Teyla was not just responsible for herself, but for the new life she carried with her. And John! He and Teyla had created a child, the first born to the Atlantis expedition. The look on their face told everyone that there was no joking mood about them, but people would just think it was about the athosians. Ronon didn't even smirk as they passed eachother.
When they finally made it to the room, the silence hung in the air, not being relieved as easily as John had hoped. "Teyla, I..." John attempted. But what was there to say? I'm sorry? Instead he took her hand, gently and sat with her on the bed. She looked up at him with those eyes that could melt even the coldest heart. They were full of emotion. Emotion that was not quite sad, not quite cold. Deep in thought, it seemed. She moved closer to John and he held her in his arms. There was no real need for words tonight. John bent down and kissed her gently on the forehead, as if to soothe any worry that was left hanging on her face. "John, what are we to do?" Teyla said, pulling her face from his chest. "What are we supposed to tell everyone? No one even knows we are together." John only held her tighter. It was better than stammering over some little speech. He even rocked her back and forth, cradeling her in his arms. A sweet little tune escaped his lips. It put Teyla's mind at rest, if only for a few moments and she was lulled gently off to sleep.
Some hours later, Teyla awoke to a dark room. It took her a moment to figure out that John's arms were still draped around her, yet he was fast asleep. As softly as she could, she pushed John's body off of her and set his set his head on the pillow beside him. "Do not let yourself get too deep in thought." She quietly reminded herself. She walked into the bathroom and slid her clothes to the floor. A nice shower was always a great way to clear one's mind. As she stepped into the shower, the warm water washed over her and relaxed every muscle perfectly. She scrubbed her hair with some shampoo, only to remember that she was in John's shower, not her own. The soap wasn't as fruity. After the shower she wrapped herseld in a towel and walked back into the room, only to find John awake and sitting upright. She went to him where he met her with eager lips and gentle hands. Whatever happened, they could make it through. As long as they had eachother.