Ronon was walking toward Teyla in the dark halls, holding his child. He looked shifty as he got to her and smiled awkwardly. She smiled back friendly, tilting her head, not understanding. As she turned the corner, she thought about it. The light was dim; he was wearing tan.
It's because it was my Ronon. And that was not his child.
Turning back, she looked for him, but he was nowhere to be seen. Thinking hard but treading softly, she headed to a secluded balcony she knew was nearby.
"We got away alright, didn't we, little one?" Ronon rumbled. She hid behind a pillar. He sighed. He began to walk slowly, keeping her in soothing motion as if he had done this all his life. Teyla had begun to doubt that this was the Ronon she knew, as turned to leave. "Look at you, so beautiful." He continued as the thought slipped away. "You look just like her. Do you have her eyes as well?"
She was stunned. She knew that the little ones' eyes were his.
He looked up sharply and turned around. The baby mumbled cutely. "Shhh shhh shh shh shh. 's nothing. Unless it's your real father coming to kill me. I hope your mother will convince him it's ok. I just wanted to look at you without her smiling at me like that."
Teyla let out a breath. She decided to head for her quarters without disturbing Ronon and Melihah.
My Ronon? When did I think of him as mine? She shook her head to clear it of such confusing thoughts.