The Morning After
Chapter 2
Holy Matrimony
2.
Their marriage is one of convenience. That's all it is.
"Good morning my beautiful wife," his voice drifts into her ear warm against the morning chills. Feels the weight of his hand rub against her back and carry their knitted blanket back up to her shoulder. Beyond his scent, of blacksmith oil and a bit of sweat, she smells something baking in their stove, something fragrant that makes the blackhole fetus jolt her awake.
"Mmm," she places a quick peck on his chin and turns on to her back ignoring the pressure in her muscles. How far along is she? She's not showing but she has the stiffness and the morning sickness. If she hadn't been through this once before, she'd have missed the signs entirely. He waits patiently, holding on for her next words. "Good Morning my dear husband."
If he could cheer at her answer he would. Instead he drops to the bed, his backside nestled in the area between her knees and chest. Somehow, despite the neighborhood cock not crowing yet, he's fully dressed and stacked enough wood in the hearth to start a roaring fire. There's a fresh glass of water, and one of what looks to be a coffee, or the equivalent of such, set on his sturdy wooden night stand, well she guesses it's theirs now.
"How did you sleep?" His hand rubs from her thighs to her knee in an attempt to keep her warm and awake.
"Like a baby." The words topple from her mouth before she can stop them, and she wishes she could eat them and then all of whatever is cooking in his, now their, oven.
"I am glad. You certainly deserved a well rest after last night."
They married down at the magistrate's house, a quick thrown together wedding where her gown was quickly crafted using an old tattered dress and one of Tomin's mother's tablecloths, which he was happy to donate in order for her to have a proper train. The town had a small get together in their honor where most women brought a dish they'd cooked and she had seconds of each, the baby was happy, Tomin was happy and when they got home she practically pounced on him in order to seal the deal, or save her life.
"Mmm," She ran her hand through his hair and he relished at her touch, pressing into her like an animal starved for attention. "Last night was very fulfilling." It's not exactly a lie and not exactly the truth. She was fulfilled in the fact that they had had sex for her to pass the baby off as his, but it was his first time and definitely not hers, no where close to hers.
"You preformed very well." A performance is entirely what it was, her hesitation, her curiosity, her letting him take the lead even though she flat out knew he was doing everything wrong. At one point she pushed him back and practically begged him to allow her to take the reins. He seceded and that's where the fun began, and it was fun, there is no lie in that, but sex is hardly ever not fun unless it was with one of her other husbands.
"You flatter me, husband," her fingers still licking at the side of his face, tickling the skin behind his ear.
His fingers ran through her hair, spread it out across the pillows and the gentle tug of movement from her head relaxed her deeply, made her slip back into an unconscious state. "I do not know how you knew to be that pleasurable with this being your first time."
Whoops, forgot about that lie. Eyes snap open and fights to regain her calm composure. "On my home world, it is common for mothers and aunts and even grandmamas to share advice with younger, inexperienced women."
That should explain away everything she did last night, except for that thing she did with her thighs, can ever really explain how she does it, but just knows that it never fails to please. She certainly didn't learn it from her grandmama.
Expects him to ask more about the sex, the moves, her body which is far from perfect, currently housing a trojan horse and covered in all manners of battle scars. Instead his voice softens more, and he directs his eyes towards the hearth. "If you found a method back to your old home world, would you leave?"
He always managed to bifurcate her natures, the thieving free agent who travels around in stolen ships running long cons and stealing from anyone would tell him that if she could go back to Earth, she would be out of his life more quickly than when she fell from the sky. But the way he speaks to her, treats her, cares for her and nurtures her, she's never experienced this type of positive attention, even when on Earth. Knows he would be truly heartbroken if she left him with or without noticed. She owes him her life in more ways than one and if SG-1 came and swooped her away at this moment, she'd make an argument to bring Tomin along.
But she can't tell whole truths yet, after all what marriage is based on truth. Slips her hand inside of his and relaxes when his grip tightens on her. "I have a new home now, Darling."
The answer pleases him so, that he just keeps nodding, his grin growing with each bounce. "I have prepared a delicious breakfast for you."
He stands from the bed and shuffles, with his bad leg, to retrieve her nightgown from where he laid it out on the chair last night, probably during one of his night trips, he doesn't sleep for very often or for long intervals of time which is great news for when the baby arrives. More beauty sleep for her.
Gently places the gown over her head and chuckles to himself.
"What's so funny?' squeezes her head through the hole and slides her arms into the sleeves. Finds his laughter and smile contagious because he's always so serious.
Shakes his head at her, with a hand over his mouth telling her he's not saying a word. "Tomin, I'm your wife now." Prods him in the ribs and he starts to chuckle again, grabbing onto her hand and placing a kiss on the back. Her tone takes a gentler turn. "You don't get to be choosey with what you tell me."
"Forgive me," he chuckles, his lips returning from her hand. "I just cannot fathom how you eat the way you do but maintain your physique."
Oh well that's simple. "I've always been on the skinny side, so I eat the way I do to add a bit of bulk to my figure so should I become pregnant, it won't be a shock to me or the child."
"Pregnant." And the way he says the word she knows he's hooked, pulled enough cons and cuckoo bird games that she knows when she's hit the right heartstring.
Fans out her lashes in innocence and places a hand on his knee. "Do you want children, Tomin."
His face sparks with emotion, excitement, desire. "I have always dreamed of having a large family."
"Me too." It's a lie. One child tops, spoiled out of their mind and easily smarter than she is. That was the plan with husband number three. That's the plan now. Her and baby versus the world despite not being in the particular want of an infant.
But his grin is trusting, loving, and perhaps a bit playful. "Then perhaps we should get you well fed and in bulk."
"That sounds like a brilliant idea." Tries to throw the blanket from off her, but he still sits on the edge.
"And if the Ori see fit to bless us with a family, then I will not have want for anything else."
"Absolutely, I'm sure they will." Tugs on the blanket and finally he stands and places a sweet kiss on her forehead.
"Blessed are the Ori."