A/N - While I was at camp it was hot, so nobody was doing much, just sitting around. My muse hit me with this. I wrote it in one day and the hardest thing was the title!
Sometimes I still think of him. The way he smiled, the way he walked, the smell of his shampoo. And I wonder. What it would be like if we were still together… If Charlie hadn't died.
Other times I don't.
And then something will remind me of him. The certain brand of beer he liked, kids playing catch in their backyards. It can bring me to tears.
I tried to move on. I got back out in the dating scene and found myself someone else.
But I still thought of him.
One day, while I was out doing grocery shopping, I bumped into him. When I was hurrying thorough an aisle, he was coming the other way. We almost collided, but he changed course at the last second. He realised who it was when he turned to apologise. We hugged and chatted for a while. I began, once again, to wonder; then he looked at his ever present watch. I was about to comment fondly when he apologetically stated that he had to go. We said our goodbyes as he turned around and took something from a shelf. He waved one last time before walking away. I stood staring at the shelves before it registered what was on them…
Baby food.
Curiously I went to the end of the aisle and looked at his retreating form. As I watched, I saw a blonde woman pushing a trolley and carrying a pink bundle turn out of an aisle and stop beside him. I watched as he placed the jars he held into the trolley and as he took the baby from the woman's arms, holding the little girl like it was natural. Obviously because it was.
It finally dawned on me when he tucked a piece of the woman's sunflower blonde hair, which had fallen out of her ponytail, behind her ear. This was his family. He had moved on long ago.
I decided then and there that I was over Jack O'Neill.
The next chapter of my life had finally begun.
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