"Jack?"

Sam's soft voice wasn't really enough to wake him up, but the gentle hand she rested on his thigh combined with her voice was, and he opened his eyes, sleepily.

"Hmm?"

"We're going to be landing, soon. I thought you'd want a chance to wake up."

He nodded, and stretched his legs a little, debating whether or not to doze off again and have her wake him in a few minutes. Kind of like his own personal snooze button with beautiful blue eyes.

They were sitting in the first class portion of a 747, on the way to Jamaica, where they had reservations at the fanciest hotel that Montego Bay had to offer. This wasn't what they'd originally planned to do for their honeymoon, but the trip had been a wedding present from General Hammond and Jacob Carter, and the newlyweds had decided that a couple weeks on a sunny beach in Jamaica was just as nice as a couple weeks next to the lake at the cabin. Especially since provisions had been made so they could take Jaffer with them. Jack would never go on vacation and leave Jaffer with someone else for so long. He'd probably die.

At that moment, the black lab was stretched out in his own seat in first class – the one on Jack's other side – where he'd been pampered and made much of by all the airline staff from the moment he arrived on the plane. Somewhere over Iowa, he'd fallen asleep with his head on Jack's thigh and his belly filled with two meals – and the remains of Jack's. Jack had fallen asleep only a few moments later, with his head resting lightly on his wife's shoulder and his hand on Jaffer's side.

"I'm not going to carry you off the plane, so you'd better wake up," Sam told him, watching him as he debated going back to sleep.

He smiled, looking at her with his sleepy brown eyes that she loved so much – and had loved for so long.

"I've carried you off planes before."

"That was different. I was sick."

"I could pretend to be sick..."

"Then I'd have to nurse you back to health. Is that really how you want to spend our honeymoon?"

Ah, she caught him there. He had lots of plans for how he wanted to spend their honeymoon, and none of them included chicken soup and hot water bottles. He sighed, and made an effort to sit up and wake up a little. He leaned over Jaffer and looked out the window, but it was well past midnight – what with the differences in time zones – so he couldn't see anything.

"Where are we?"

"Somewhere around Cuba."

That was a pleasant thought. Jack scowled, but since the plane wasn't crashing, he supposed he didn't have to worry about falling out of the sky and somehow ending up in Fidel Castro's lap. He looked down and nudged Jaffer, who was snoring lightly. The lab woke up and looked at him a little tiredly, but Jack decided it was probably from traveling so far by plane. He wasn't used to it.

"How long until we land?"

Sam shrugged.

"They just said they were making a final approach."

"How long until that?"

Sam rolled her eyes.

"I don't know, Jack."

He reached out and touched her cheek with his fingertips. She had changed out of her wedding dress right before they'd left the reception, and was now wearing a salmon colored skirt and a white blouse, which were much better for traveling in.

"So, Mrs. O'Neill..."

Sam smiled, and looked down at her hand. Her wedding ring and engagement ring were sparkling in the muted light of the first class cabin.

"Yes, Colonel O'Neill...?"

"What were you and Sally talking about before we left?"

Right before Jack and Sam had left the reception to catch their flight, Sally had pulled Sam aside and the two had spoken softly for a few minutes. When Jack had asked what she'd wanted, Sam told her she'd tell him later. Now was later.

"What she should put the bouquet in to keep the flowers from drying out." Sam told him. Sally had been the one to catch the bouquet Sam had thrown, much to Jack's amusement. He'd looked over at Daniel and saw his friend smiling as well. If there had been more time, Jack would have pulled Daniel aside and spoken to him about the joys of weddings and receptions, but there just hadn't been enough time. Maybe he'd do his meddling when he and Sam got back from their trip.

"Bull-ony..." He didn't believe that for a minute.

Sam laughed.

"She asked me if we were making baby plans," Sam admitted.

Jack smiled.

"And you told her...?"

"Maybe."

He nodded. There wasn't a maybe to it, really. Sam had been careful to stay away from the SGC for the last couple of weeks – ostensibly she'd been too busy making plans for the wedding to come into work – and had been working on work-related things in her own private little lab that had once been the guest room in Jack's house. The two of them had decided that the honeymoon – and the vacation that was involved – was just too good of an opportunity to pass up on. They had no reason to wait to try and have a baby, after all. Both were adults, and both were more than ready to be parents.

"And she said...?"

Sam smiled.

"She lectured me on not waiting too long."

"This coming from the woman that's been dating Daniel for three years...?"

"Give them time, Jack. They're both busy people."

"So are we."

"But we're always busy doing the same thing. It's harder for them."

He shrugged, and started to say something else when he felt them start their descent. He started to look out the window again, remembered that it was dark and he wouldn't see anything but lights on the ground and looked down at Jaffer to cover the movement.

"Wake up, little man. You don't want to be left on the plane, do you?"

Jaffer's tail thumped the other armrest of the chair, but he didn't raise his head from Jack's thigh as he looked up at O'Neill cheerfully. He knew Jack wouldn't leave him! Besides, if he did leave him, there were half a dozen stewardesses on the plane who'd be more than willing to take him home with them for a couple of weeks of fun in the sun and pampering, and Jaffer knew it well.

Jack did, too. He thumped the black lab's shoulder.

"You know... you might be a little spoiled...."