A/N: This was a short songish fic written in response to an SDPortal Challenge. The challenge was to listen to a song and use it as inspiration for a short story. The song I was listening to at the time was "Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas," by Christina Aguilera. I hope you enjoy!

Disclaimer: I don't own Stargate, and I'm not making any money off of this.


Daniel sat watching the fire play over the logs and sighed deeply. It had been an exhausting day, but he couldn't remember the last time he'd been so happy.

Could here Vala and Cameron arguing in the other room over what did and do not constitute a winning poker hand. Teal'c's deep laughter quickly followed, and soon Jack joined in. Cassie and her boyfriend were swinging on the back porch, the links squeaking out a calming rhythm. Sam's brother Mark and their family were making a snow man, the children's squeals of delight floating above everything else. He sighed deeply, taking it all in.

He heard her soft steps behind, and couldn't stop the smile that spread across his face.

"I thought I'd find you here," Sam whispered. "How're you feeling about our first Christmas as a married couple?"

For a moment he didn't respond, just kept staring at the flames dancing a few feet away. "I can't say, exactly. I can't think of the right word."

"Is it a good feeling at least?" she asked as she put an arm around him.

"It's amazing. To go from being an orphan to being surrounded by so many people that I love and care about... I don't think it can get much better." He turned and kissed his wife.

"Oh, I'm not sure about that." She grinned at him, a secret shining from her bright blue eyes.

"You think so, huh? And what could make this moment any better?"

She just smiled at him, trying to find the right words. He read her expression like an open book, the way he always had.

"No! Sam, are you serious?"

"I'm not 100% positive, which is why I didn't say anything earlier, but I think so."

Words failed them for a moment before Daniel took his wife into his arms again. "A baby," he whispered against her hair.