Here we go with chapter two and faster than I thought... Hope you enjoy

Disclaimer: I do not own any rights concerning SGA. Did this for fun so don't sue me.

This takes on from directly after where 'Good or Bad, Take your Pick' left off.

Warnings: This will include fluff, steam, jealousy, whump (of course) and the Ex (I think you can guess who is meant ;)!)

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Thanks to firedew1 for cheering me up and making sure this gets published as well as smooth out my worst mistakes and for Amy to take a final look.

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Chapter Two

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Aloha and I Do! Part Two

John considered the two little shirts in his hands. Teyla had sent him off to get some nice clothes for Torren while she was trying on dresses. They had already bought John's clothes, white linen khaki shorts and a white linen shirt. John looked at the bags already hanging from the stroller. He shook his head. They'd had quite the shopping spree already, though most things had been for Torren.

They had found a really nice set of simple white gold bands at the jewelry store, too; with Teyla's sporting a single white diamond. They had chosen to get their initials engraved in them, along with the date they had admitted their feelings for another. They were due to pick them up in an hour.

Torren squealed, reclaiming John's attention and he looked back at the shirts.

"Okay, pal," John said to Torren, holding them up. "Which one is it?"

Torren blinked at the shirts and then at John, obviously confused at what to do. He put his head down on his hands, resting on the bar of his stroller, his eyes still on John.

"You want Daddy to choose your shirt?" John asked and Torren quickly perked up nodding. John still felt a little uncomfortable calling himself Daddy, but he was slowly getting used to it.

"Dada loot," Torren suddenly said.

"You wanna look like me?" John asked, unsure what he meant.

"Yay," Torren squealed.

"Okay, so it's white then."

John put the shirt on the stroller and hung the other back on the rack.

"Great. Now, we can go back to Mommy and see how she's doing." Walking behind the stroller, he started pushing it towards the check out.

"She is already done," Teyla's amused voice said from the side. John's head snapped around to look at his beautiful soon to be wife.

Teyla walked around some stands to John, placing a kiss on his cheek. "That is a very nice shirt," she said studying the shirt, before settling her eyes on Torren. She lifted the shirt, starting to frown. "I think you forgot that your son should wear pants, too."

John blinked in surprise then smiled sheepishly. "Forgot about them."

Teyla chuckled.

After a few more minutes of searching, they were done. They walked back to the food court, having decided to find a nice little restaurant and grab something to eat while waiting for the rings.

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"So when do I get to see your dress?" John asked on their way back to the hotel. They had sent their shopping bags back to the hotel with their driver and had decided to walk as the weather was just too nice.

Teyla shook her head, smiling.

"What?" John asked confused. "You said you have a dress."

"I have, but you are not going to see it."

"What? Why?"

"Because the woman who helped me choose my dress made sure that I knew that it is tradition to not show the dress to the husband-to-be before the ceremony," Teyla said turning to John and making him stop.

John pouted and Teyla couldn't help chuckle at him. "You are very cute when you look like that." Teyla told him. She was satisfied with the blush that colored John's face with her praise.

She placed her hand on his chest, forcing him to turn to her. She stepped closer, rising on her tiptoes and quickly kissed his cheek, making him blush even more. She stepped back and turned, resuming their walk. It took John a moment to follow Teyla, who was smiling smugly, having gotten her revenge for him teasing her under the shower earlier.

XOXOXOXOXO

John stood in the Pavilion the hotel had prepared for them.

It was white and adorned with garlands of white and pink hibiscus blossoms. The view over the beach was breathtaking, but the Pavilion was hidden from the public part of the beach behind palm trees. A small planked walkway led from the hotel, slightly raised over the sand and lined with torches and orchids.

In his arms, Torren leaned heavily against him. The little boy was already half asleep, his eyes blinking rapidly. They had spent most of the day on the beach. John placed his lips on Torren's head. His gaze wandered to the far horizon as he softly rocked his son to sleep.

His son. He still couldn't believe it. Okay, he hadn't been involved in Torren's conception, but honestly, he couldn't care less. He loved Torren and in his heart, he felt that Torren was his. He loved Teyla so much it almost hurt, but he was glad they had finally admitted their feeling for the other.

After only four days of being together, John had no idea how he had managed to live the last five years in denial. Teyla had captured his heart the moment he laid his eyes on her. He had never believed in love at first sight, but he had to admit he had felt connected to Teyla from the very beginning.

At first, he tried to tell himself that it was just physical attraction. As a soldier, he had learned to repress those feelings, but all too soon he had to admit that there was more to it. Then fear had taken over. Teyla was too important to him for just a short fling. He had hid in his shell, building a wall. A wall that Teyla had overcome every so often and every time it had been harder to shut her out again. Now, his wall was gone and John knew it would never return.

This thing with Teyla was so different from every relationship he had had before. They were equals. He had loved Nancy, his first wife, but not like he loved Teyla. Being with Nancy had been exhausting and hurtful. She hadn't understood. She had wanted to change him into the man she wanted him to be. Like his father, she had wanted him to fit into her perfect picture.

Teyla had never wanted that. She had accepted what she saw. It was what now made it easy for him to tell her what he felt and thought, because he knew she wouldn't judge him, but would instead try to understand.

John looked back at the horizon and into the setting sun. Nancy had always demanded while Teyla asked or merely trusted in him. For Teyla, he would give up everything. And he meant everything. Even his career.

He took in his surroundings again, still stunned the hotel had this place ready for exactly those occasions; obviously, they were not the only couple to spontaneously decide to get married.

When he looked up towards the hotel, his breath caught in his throat. Teyla stood upon the steps. Her hair was tied up and dotted with small white flowers. Lonely tendrils of hair fell loose around her face, adorning her lovely neck. She wore a long white sundress with spaghetti straps. The dress clung perfectly to her body, emphasizing her alluring curves.

Soon, she would be his and he would never let her go again.

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Teyla stepped out on the plank walkway. John was already standing in the pavilion, holding a sleepy Torren. She watched him looking out over the horizon, obviously deep in thought while he rocked their son.

Her heart swelled with the love she felt for him and Torren. He had accepted her son so readily as his, she was still moved. From today on they would be one, bonded for life. She had no doubt about that.

One day, she would tell John that her unwillingness to be bonded with Kanaan had been one of the reasons that had led to their separation. She wondered if she had known deep down that, eventually, she and John would find the strength to admit their feelings. She was still baffled by just how fast everything had developed in the end.

Once all doubts were out of the way, things had just fallen into place. Six years was a long enough time to get to know each other. Over the past days, she had wondered why she had needed so long to see the truth and why she had turned to Kanaan in the first place.

Because she had been insistent that John had to take the first move. And when Kanaan had, she had just accepted it. The only good thing that had come out of their short time together was Torren, who was now held by the man she really loved and who would raise her son as his.

John completed her, made her whole. She started down the steps on her way to John and her new life.

John looked so handsome in the light cast by the setting sun. He wore his new pants and shirt. His hair was a lost cause as always, but she would not have it any other way. It was his trademark.

Suddenly, she felt his admiring gaze. She locked eyes with him and smiled.

She quickened her step in her desire to be close to him, them.

"You look awesome," John whispered to her, his lips ghosting over her cheek.

TJ's squeal of delight at being hugged by both John and Teyla was interrupted by a big yawn. His head dropped back on John's neck.

The two adults rested their foreheads together. After a moment, they turned to the Justice of the Peace already waiting at the side. After greeting them, he started the ceremony. All the time, they could hear the click of a camera. One of the hotel employees had agreed to take the pictures.

"I do," John said, having finished repeating his vows. Looking into her eyes, he slipped the ring over Teyla's finger. She had to help him a little as he was still holding Torren, who had finally fallen asleep.

"I do." Teyla ended her vows next and slipped the other ring on John's finger.

With that, the Justice of the Peace pronounced them husband and wife. "You may kiss the bride."

John didn't need to be told twice. He claimed Teyla's lips in a long, passionate kiss. When they broke apart, they just glowed happily at each other, resting their foreheads together again.

After a moment, the Justice of the Peace cleared his throat and the two turned to him a little flustered. They said their thanks and took their camera, before slowly walking back to the hotel arm in arm.

In their room, they changed Torren and settled him in his bed. They watched him settle into deep sleep.

Suddenly John swiped Teyla up in his arms and quickly sealed his mouths to hers to cover her surprised yelp.

He carried her into the bedroom and carefully placed her on the bed.

He crawled over her, claiming her mouth again. While kissing, they started to remove each other's clothes. Soon they were naked and slipped under the sheets. Their former lovemaking had mostly been driven by untamable desire. This time, however, their lovemaking was slow and leisurely, intent on showing each other just how much they were in love.

Nearing their peak, their movements grew more frantic. Their eyes locked. The moment before they fell over the edge together, their world shifted and their souls merged. From that moment on, they knew that their souls and minds were connected and they didn't need words to communicate.

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