Disclaimer: Stargate SG-1 is so not mine. Although sometimes I do dream!
A/N: This is a SJ story. Set in season 10 onwards. Enjoy!
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A look, a touch. That's all it took and a whole conversation could be passed. An apology. An acceptance. An understanding, an agreement. Their only way to communicate how they felt, never openly, never letting it been seen by anyone.
The people looking on, never saying anything. Hoping someday they would get what they wanted. Silently praying.
They perfected the art over so many years, that it became an old song and dance for both of them.
And this time is no different. The USAF General standing there, looking on at his beloved Lieutenant Colonel wife. Holding their precious bundle in his arms. Openly expressing how peaceful he felt.
Their long awaited gift. Their love, for each other and the love for the precious baby girl, with one glance passed from one proud parent to another. Not a single moment was lost between them. Or to those around them, whose hearts it swelled.
Yes they played that dance for years, but it was well worth the wait, because finally they had it. The true happiness, they had been waiting for.
They had their looks and their touch. But most of all they have their love. That hadn't diminished in the eight long years it took to get them to where they are now. The battles, the heartache, the near death scares, it stayed forever present the whole time.
For years the words had never been said, now the old cliché, "actions speak louder than words", echoed in the peoples minds who watched, the pair dance around each other. Finally getting the life they deserved.
Now they had it, a proof of their love, forever etched in the lives that the special child will encounter. A proof that love is worth waiting for, a love that can last all battles, a love that will last for always.
A/N 2: Considering I'm exhausted, and its gone midnight, I think its ok. But I want to know what you think. All criticism is appreciated. But please be gentle. Peace out.