Marital Bliss - Chapter 2
"What, no welcome party?" Colonel O'Neill glanced around.
"No, sir, the settlement is a few miles west of here."
"Ah, well, I guess we'd better get started then. Lead the way, wife!"
"Oh, darling, you always say the sweetest things!"
They walked in silence for the first few minutes.
"So, Carter, we should probably talk about our relationship. We want to have the same story and everything."
"Okay, sir. Um, since they like early marriages, let's say we've been together for, oh, fourteen years?"
"Sounds good to me. Oh, and we can say our parents introduced us. They should like that."
"Yeah, and don't forget, we'll need to call each other by our first names, sir."
"And no 'sirs' either."
"Yes, sir!"
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"Well, here goes nothing." Jack reached over and took Sam's hand as they neared the village.
Sam raised her eyebrows at their interlaced fingers.
"What? Just trying to act natural, sweetings!"
"'Sweetings'?"
"Well, it sounded good on Star Trek."
Sam giggled then put on a straighter face as some of the Lenowans walked toward them. One man in long blue silk robes stepped ahead of the rest, his smile widening as he noticed their joined hands.
"You must be of the Tauri. I am Koshan. Welcome to our village. Please come and enjoy the noon meal with us."
"Well, who could argue with an offer like that? I'm Colonel Jack O'Neill and this is my wife Captain Samantha O'Neill." Jack shrugged at Sam's look. "Come along my little gumdrop."
"Right with you, shnooky-poo!"
As they reached the village, more people ran to greet them, carrying wreaths of flowers and bowls of fruit. Sam was starting to enjoy this planet. It wasn't every trip through the stargate she got pampered.
She was about to settle down next to the Colonel once they reached what appeared to be a communal dining hall.
"Ahem," Koshan cleared his throat. "It is our custom in Lenowa to have the wife prepare and serve her husband his meal. I-It's one of our oldest traditions." Koshan wringed his hands uncertainly.
Sam looked at Jack.
"What? You can't mess with tradition, sugar pie."
"Easy for you to say, lambikens!"
"How wonderful! You will join us then. Captain O'Neill, my wife Kalara will now take you to prepare your meal."
Sam let out a rather loud groan, but followed Kalara outside the building.
"I do hope we did not offend you with our custom. It is an important tradition, but we would certainly not wish to make you uncomfortable."
"Oh no! Of course not. Samantha just hasn't been herself lately."
Koshan looked at him expectantly, obviously needing more reassurance.
"Um, ah, what with the baby and all, ahem."
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"And we have found the calmara root especially effective in treating even severe burns. Ah, here the women come now."
Jack looked up as Sam entered, carrying a tray laden with food. Seizing the opportunity, he ran over to her.
"Oh Sammie-darling, let me get that for you! There now, we wouldn't want you to hurt yourself, what with the baby and all!"
"The what!" Sam hissed.
"Why yes, I was just telling Koshan here how excited we will be to have little Jack Junior running about the house!"
Jack put his arm around her shoulders, used his free hand to pat her stomach, and gave a contented sigh.
"Oh for crying out loud!"
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"Well, that was certainly a fun evening," Jack said as he flopped unto their overly satin bed.
"Yeah, well you were the one getting waited on hand and foot. Though it was really nice of you to pretend to enjoy my cooking so much."
"Hey, it wasn't that bad. Besides, a home cooked meal is a home cooked meal."
"So how did the negotiations go?"
"Not very far. Koshan mostly just went over some of the different types of plants and their uses. He seemed nice enough though. Shouldn't take too long to finish up here."
The two settled side by side in the bed. They lay silent for a moment.
"I can't believe you made me pregnant!"
"Hey, technically I didn't really, um, well, okay, yeah. But only because I had to cover up for your, shall we say, distaste of cooking."
"I suppose. So how far along am I?"
"Six weeks?"
"Hmm."
Silence.
"Hey, Carter?"
"Yes, sir?"
"What was that stuff I ate tonight, you know, the blue goop with all the lumps?"
"You don't want to know."
"That bad, huh?"
"Oh yeah."
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"What, no welcome party?" Colonel O'Neill glanced around.
"No, sir, the settlement is a few miles west of here."
"Ah, well, I guess we'd better get started then. Lead the way, wife!"
"Oh, darling, you always say the sweetest things!"
They walked in silence for the first few minutes.
"So, Carter, we should probably talk about our relationship. We want to have the same story and everything."
"Okay, sir. Um, since they like early marriages, let's say we've been together for, oh, fourteen years?"
"Sounds good to me. Oh, and we can say our parents introduced us. They should like that."
"Yeah, and don't forget, we'll need to call each other by our first names, sir."
"And no 'sirs' either."
"Yes, sir!"
*
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*
"Well, here goes nothing." Jack reached over and took Sam's hand as they neared the village.
Sam raised her eyebrows at their interlaced fingers.
"What? Just trying to act natural, sweetings!"
"'Sweetings'?"
"Well, it sounded good on Star Trek."
Sam giggled then put on a straighter face as some of the Lenowans walked toward them. One man in long blue silk robes stepped ahead of the rest, his smile widening as he noticed their joined hands.
"You must be of the Tauri. I am Koshan. Welcome to our village. Please come and enjoy the noon meal with us."
"Well, who could argue with an offer like that? I'm Colonel Jack O'Neill and this is my wife Captain Samantha O'Neill." Jack shrugged at Sam's look. "Come along my little gumdrop."
"Right with you, shnooky-poo!"
As they reached the village, more people ran to greet them, carrying wreaths of flowers and bowls of fruit. Sam was starting to enjoy this planet. It wasn't every trip through the stargate she got pampered.
She was about to settle down next to the Colonel once they reached what appeared to be a communal dining hall.
"Ahem," Koshan cleared his throat. "It is our custom in Lenowa to have the wife prepare and serve her husband his meal. I-It's one of our oldest traditions." Koshan wringed his hands uncertainly.
Sam looked at Jack.
"What? You can't mess with tradition, sugar pie."
"Easy for you to say, lambikens!"
"How wonderful! You will join us then. Captain O'Neill, my wife Kalara will now take you to prepare your meal."
Sam let out a rather loud groan, but followed Kalara outside the building.
"I do hope we did not offend you with our custom. It is an important tradition, but we would certainly not wish to make you uncomfortable."
"Oh no! Of course not. Samantha just hasn't been herself lately."
Koshan looked at him expectantly, obviously needing more reassurance.
"Um, ah, what with the baby and all, ahem."
* * *
"And we have found the calmara root especially effective in treating even severe burns. Ah, here the women come now."
Jack looked up as Sam entered, carrying a tray laden with food. Seizing the opportunity, he ran over to her.
"Oh Sammie-darling, let me get that for you! There now, we wouldn't want you to hurt yourself, what with the baby and all!"
"The what!" Sam hissed.
"Why yes, I was just telling Koshan here how excited we will be to have little Jack Junior running about the house!"
Jack put his arm around her shoulders, used his free hand to pat her stomach, and gave a contented sigh.
"Oh for crying out loud!"
* * *
"Well, that was certainly a fun evening," Jack said as he flopped unto their overly satin bed.
"Yeah, well you were the one getting waited on hand and foot. Though it was really nice of you to pretend to enjoy my cooking so much."
"Hey, it wasn't that bad. Besides, a home cooked meal is a home cooked meal."
"So how did the negotiations go?"
"Not very far. Koshan mostly just went over some of the different types of plants and their uses. He seemed nice enough though. Shouldn't take too long to finish up here."
The two settled side by side in the bed. They lay silent for a moment.
"I can't believe you made me pregnant!"
"Hey, technically I didn't really, um, well, okay, yeah. But only because I had to cover up for your, shall we say, distaste of cooking."
"I suppose. So how far along am I?"
"Six weeks?"
"Hmm."
Silence.
"Hey, Carter?"
"Yes, sir?"
"What was that stuff I ate tonight, you know, the blue goop with all the lumps?"
"You don't want to know."
"That bad, huh?"
"Oh yeah."
* * *
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