The night before their upcoming mission, Sam and Daniel lay in each other's arms talking quietly. She whispered,
"I can't believe we're getting married."
"Me neither… it's going to be one heck of a ride."
"Ya, ride after ride. It'll be better when the Ori are done and dusted with."
"True…"
He reached over her into the drawer of the nightstand, and pulled out her St Christopher. He dangled it from his fingers as she gazed up at it in amazement, asking,
"You got it fixed?"
He replied with a smile, "I meant to give it to you earlier but we got called away to escort the Prime Minister of the UK to the Alpha site, and then Cassie and mini-Jack insisted on hanging around. I got it cleaned up and fixed."
"Thank you."
She kissed him before he hung it around her neck, and she said,
"I felt bad about breaking Mom's St Christopher."
He looked at her in surprise and she asked,
"What?"
"You just called my Mom, Mom."
Embarrassed at her slip-up, she began, "Oh…"
"No… I'm honoured. Oh God, I'm honoured. Mom would definitely have loved you… and I have no doubt that Dad would have too."
He tenderly kissed her, and she replied,
"Well, my Mom would've loved you too… Dad definitely did, and we both know he's happy."
"Yeah."
She snuggled up to him and whispered,
"I want to call the next one Christopher."
Surprised, he played with her hair and asked with a smile,
"What makes you so sure that it's going to be a boy?"
She shrugged, replying as she ran her fingers lightly over his chest,
"I don't know… if we get twins again, we could name them after our parents… but…"
He lifted her up so that he could see her face and he asked,
"Sam? You don't have something to tell me, do you?"
Smiling, she remarked, "Not yet… I was thinking after we get married."
Grinning up at her, he gently lowered her over him and they kissed. He replied as he gazed up at her,
"Honey, if we could get hold of that moonshine again, I'd have the baby for you… you do know that, don't you?"
She instantly hugged him in gratitude, and he said as he smoothed her hair,
"Come on, future Colonel Carter-Jackson, let's get some sleep."
She gazed at him for a long moment, smiling before resting her head on his chest, and he kissed her hair. She remarked,
"You know, I'm your Commanding Officer again."
"I know…"
"And we're fraternising."
Before he could reply, she raised herself above him, gazing down at the Archaeologist, who whispered,
"We've got a mission tomorrow."
"I know."
Her hand slowly snaked its way down his chest and over his tight abdomen, and he hissed inwardly at the sensations produced, much to her amusement. He remarked,
"Sam… you better not be playing with me."
She retorted with an expression of faux innocence,
"Whatever gave you that impression?"
In one quick, fluid movement, he had pinned her beneath him, and she shrieked in surprise, before they made wild, passionate love to each other.