Chapter 10
Sam's house----
"Jonas why don't you go upstairs and lay down. I'll bring you some dinner." Sam directed him. They had just gotten home around 1545 and Jonas's mood hadn't alleviated in the slightest. Walking into the kitchen, Sam warmed up last night's spaghetti and poured some tea in a cup for Hanson.
When she got to their room, Jonas was lying in bed watching some military drama. You would think after doing the real thing for so many years, you wouldn't want to come home and see it on tv.
"You got my food?" Jonas asked. He didn't even pretend to look at Sam.
"Yeah. It's just last night's spaghetti and some tv." Sam handed him the tray.
"What? Why didn't you make me something else? I would have rather had fish or maybe a good steak." He stared at Sam angrily.
"I was tired Jonas. I worked today to you know."
"Not really. I mean, you didn't even go off world. Although I guess poking around a computer all day can be exhaustingly boring." Sam was trying not to react to Jonas. She knew he was and would just be upset and venting because of that.
"I know your frustrated and in a bad mood cause of the choice you made Jonas, but you don't have to be a complete ass and take it out on me."
"I'm not being an ass. And you really shouldn't talk to your husband like that. Some respect in my house would be nice."
Sam looked at him incredulously. The day that Sam's house in Colorado Springs became sole property of Jonas Hanson remains a mystery to Sam. She was about to reply to this idiotic statement, when her phone rang.
"Hello. Seriously? Yes, Sir. I'll be there in 10 minutes." Hanging up, Sam turns to leave.
"Wait….Sammie. What's going on? Is everything alright?" Now Jonas said in a friendly, worried tone. His mood swings where giving Sam whip lash.
"Not really. That was Colonel O'Neill. We just got scheduled for a rescue mission at 1700. So I gotta go. See you in the morning, hope you start to feel better." Sam wishes him a good night.
"Wait a minute Samantha." Jonas pleads, gently pulling her arm to him.
"Yes?"
"I just wanted to say I'm sorry and I know what I did was wrong, but at the time it seemed like the thing to do. And I promise I'll do whatever is in my power to do. I love you." Jonas said. Sam was now leaning against him and Jonas craned his neck down to lightly kiss his wife.
"I love you too, Jonas. And I hope everything works out."
AN: I hadn't realized I didn't post this chapter yet, and when I went to write Ch. 11 I was like…wait a sec, why are only 9 chapters posted instead of 10? Lol. So….you are in luck, cause now, you get two chapters in a shorter time span.