Future Generations?
"Grandchildren?" Elizabeth questioned. She was sitting at her desk, fingers steepled. I was leaning against the wall preoccupied by thoughts of our wraith alliance.
"Uh... yeah?" I answer distractedly.
"Just speculation, or is there another woman?" If I'd had less on my mind I might have noticed that her tone was light, almost teasing. But I didn't.
"God no! Elizabeth I love you with all my heart, don't you know that?!" I sound panicky even to my own ears. The last thing I need is relationship troubles on top of everything else. Just the thought has me pacing. Elizabeth steps from behind her desk and comes to me, pinning my arms at my side.
"John Sheppard, do not have a mental breakdown on me! I know you love me and I love you right back." She was using her commanding officer voice; she was serious.
"Good… good…" I mumble vaguely already lost in thought once more. Absentmindedly I reach up to run my hand through my hair. Elizabeth, my fiancée, is standing watching me, an adorably playful half-smile on her lips.
"So, you're positive you haven't gotten anyone pregnant?" Again I miss her mischievous tone. I very nearly scream my response and narrowly avoid pulling a large chunk of hair out for emphasis.
"Yes!!"
"Liar" She accuses, yet her tone is good-natured.
Once more I come close to screaming my response. "I swear to whichever god you should so please, I am faithful!"
"I know" is all she says; the impish grin returned.
"Well then sto… oh…" Is as far as I get before the depth of what she has said hit's me. Slowly a smile lights up my face as realization dawns. I'm going to be a daddy.