Shawn didn't stay awake long enough to have any pizza. When the knock on the door came – yes, Jack had a doorbell, but no one ever seemed to use it – Jaffer smoothly got off the couch and waited at the door for Jack to get up and meet him there. Jack looked down at the boy, who'd fallen asleep and was now drooling on his slacks, and had carefully gotten up without disturbing him, leaving him stretched out on the sofa with a throw pillow under his head in lieu of Jack's leg.
Jaffer's tail was wagging so hard by the time Jack made it to the door that his entire back end was writhing, and Jack grinned. Obviously the dog's sharp nose could smell the pizza, since he'd never seen him that excited about many other things.
He opened the door with a quick motion that told Jaffer to stay right where he was. The lab did as he was told, although it was obvious – even to the delivery guy – that he wanted nothing more than to jump up, steal the pizza and take off with it.
Jack took the pizza with a smile, paid and tipped the guy, then closed the door and headed for the table. He briefly considered waking up Shawn, but it wasn't like the boy was hungry, and it was obvious he was tired. Instead, Jack went to the guest room, pulled back the blankets and made sure there wasn't too many, since it was a nice evening. Then, with Jaffer literally dogging his every step, he went to the couch, picked up his son and carefully carried him into the guest room and put him to bed. He tucked Shawn in, knowing there weren't going to be a lot of chances to do that, and turned off the light, although he didn't shut the door.
Then he and his dog went to the dining room where Jack took a slice and put it on a plate and stuck it in the fridge – that would be for Shawn if he happened to wake up. The rest of the pizza joined Jack and Jaffer in the living room, and between the hungry Colonel and the always-hungry black lab, it was quickly demolished.
Satisfied by more than just the quality of the food, Jack made sure to pick up the pizza box – since otherwise it would be in a million pieces the next morning – and then he and Jaffer went to bed.
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Sleeping in on Saturday morning was one of Jack's favorite little pleasures in life. He didn't get to do it all that often. There weren't all that many Saturday mornings when he actually had the opportunity. Sometimes he was off-world. Sometimes he was stuck on base and that wasn't an option there. Sometimes Sam was over, and Jack liked to wake up early, so he could watch her sleeping next to him. And then there were the times that Jaffer decided he absolutely was going to die if Jack didn't wake up at 5 AM to let him out to pee.
This Saturday morning was one of those days. Jack was woken up exactly the same way Jaffer always woke him up; he was straddling Jack, and staring down at him intently. Some might think that being stared at while asleep could hardly be something that could wake a person up, but when the person was Jack, who was always so much on edge when he was sleeping anyways, just having the feeling of being watched was enough to break in on pretty much any dream. Even the one he'd been having that morning.
He opened his eyes with a sigh, and reached up to automatically fend off Jaffer's licking. Once the lab knew he was awake, the next thing he always thought Jack needed was a bath, and that tongue could be devastating. His bath plans foiled, Jaffer plopped down on Jack, resting on his chest, and snuffling him until he was certain he was awake.
"I'm awake..." Jack mumbled, sleepily. "You big cow."
Ah yes! There it was. Jack had spoken. Jaffer wagged his tail, knowing his plan had worked and he'd soon be let out the door. He stood up, moving off Jack's chest and allowing the Colonel to roll over and sit up, rubbing his face, tiredly.
"You're going to go to the pound..." Jack threatened, like he did every day. He reached out and rubbed Jaffer's side, though. Like he'd ever do anything like that to his baby. "Come on, little man. If it's that important..."
Oh it was!
Jaffer jumped off the bed and headed for the sliding glass door, while Jack made his way a little slower. Eventually, he made it, and opened the door for Jaffer, who ran around the yard, checking to make sure everything was exactly like it'd been the night before. Jack headed for the bathroom while he waited for Jaffer to finish his explorations, then he checked on Shawn to make sure he was still asleep. Which he was. Jack leaned against the door and watched him for a few moments, just enjoying one of those quiet moments in life that didn't happen so often that they were to be wasted.
He was interrupted by a cold nose stuck against the small of his back, and Jack shivered slightly as he looked down at the oh so cheerful dog. Jaffer had peed, and now was ready to eat. Silently, so they wouldn't bother Shawn, Jack went down the hall with Jaffer and filled the dog's food dish.
"Nothing but dog food," Jack told him as Jaffer waited for the good stuff to be brought out. "I'm not ready for breakfast, so that'll have to do until I'm ready to cook."
Yeah, that wasn't going to happen. They'd probably end up eating out, if Jack's refrigerator was any sign of what they had to eat.
"I'm going back to bed."
He ignored Jaffer's sigh of displeasure, ignored the pleading look in the soft brown eyes, and headed back to his room. Behind him, he could hear the tell-tale crunching of Jaffer eating dog food.
Jaffer's tail was wagging so hard by the time Jack made it to the door that his entire back end was writhing, and Jack grinned. Obviously the dog's sharp nose could smell the pizza, since he'd never seen him that excited about many other things.
He opened the door with a quick motion that told Jaffer to stay right where he was. The lab did as he was told, although it was obvious – even to the delivery guy – that he wanted nothing more than to jump up, steal the pizza and take off with it.
Jack took the pizza with a smile, paid and tipped the guy, then closed the door and headed for the table. He briefly considered waking up Shawn, but it wasn't like the boy was hungry, and it was obvious he was tired. Instead, Jack went to the guest room, pulled back the blankets and made sure there wasn't too many, since it was a nice evening. Then, with Jaffer literally dogging his every step, he went to the couch, picked up his son and carefully carried him into the guest room and put him to bed. He tucked Shawn in, knowing there weren't going to be a lot of chances to do that, and turned off the light, although he didn't shut the door.
Then he and his dog went to the dining room where Jack took a slice and put it on a plate and stuck it in the fridge – that would be for Shawn if he happened to wake up. The rest of the pizza joined Jack and Jaffer in the living room, and between the hungry Colonel and the always-hungry black lab, it was quickly demolished.
Satisfied by more than just the quality of the food, Jack made sure to pick up the pizza box – since otherwise it would be in a million pieces the next morning – and then he and Jaffer went to bed.
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Sleeping in on Saturday morning was one of Jack's favorite little pleasures in life. He didn't get to do it all that often. There weren't all that many Saturday mornings when he actually had the opportunity. Sometimes he was off-world. Sometimes he was stuck on base and that wasn't an option there. Sometimes Sam was over, and Jack liked to wake up early, so he could watch her sleeping next to him. And then there were the times that Jaffer decided he absolutely was going to die if Jack didn't wake up at 5 AM to let him out to pee.
This Saturday morning was one of those days. Jack was woken up exactly the same way Jaffer always woke him up; he was straddling Jack, and staring down at him intently. Some might think that being stared at while asleep could hardly be something that could wake a person up, but when the person was Jack, who was always so much on edge when he was sleeping anyways, just having the feeling of being watched was enough to break in on pretty much any dream. Even the one he'd been having that morning.
He opened his eyes with a sigh, and reached up to automatically fend off Jaffer's licking. Once the lab knew he was awake, the next thing he always thought Jack needed was a bath, and that tongue could be devastating. His bath plans foiled, Jaffer plopped down on Jack, resting on his chest, and snuffling him until he was certain he was awake.
"I'm awake..." Jack mumbled, sleepily. "You big cow."
Ah yes! There it was. Jack had spoken. Jaffer wagged his tail, knowing his plan had worked and he'd soon be let out the door. He stood up, moving off Jack's chest and allowing the Colonel to roll over and sit up, rubbing his face, tiredly.
"You're going to go to the pound..." Jack threatened, like he did every day. He reached out and rubbed Jaffer's side, though. Like he'd ever do anything like that to his baby. "Come on, little man. If it's that important..."
Oh it was!
Jaffer jumped off the bed and headed for the sliding glass door, while Jack made his way a little slower. Eventually, he made it, and opened the door for Jaffer, who ran around the yard, checking to make sure everything was exactly like it'd been the night before. Jack headed for the bathroom while he waited for Jaffer to finish his explorations, then he checked on Shawn to make sure he was still asleep. Which he was. Jack leaned against the door and watched him for a few moments, just enjoying one of those quiet moments in life that didn't happen so often that they were to be wasted.
He was interrupted by a cold nose stuck against the small of his back, and Jack shivered slightly as he looked down at the oh so cheerful dog. Jaffer had peed, and now was ready to eat. Silently, so they wouldn't bother Shawn, Jack went down the hall with Jaffer and filled the dog's food dish.
"Nothing but dog food," Jack told him as Jaffer waited for the good stuff to be brought out. "I'm not ready for breakfast, so that'll have to do until I'm ready to cook."
Yeah, that wasn't going to happen. They'd probably end up eating out, if Jack's refrigerator was any sign of what they had to eat.
"I'm going back to bed."
He ignored Jaffer's sigh of displeasure, ignored the pleading look in the soft brown eyes, and headed back to his room. Behind him, he could hear the tell-tale crunching of Jaffer eating dog food.