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Sam woke up the next morning and smiled at her husband. He was staring at her and she wondered how long he'd been awake. "Good morning." She whispered.
He leaned in to kiss her gently. Memories of the night before flooded his mind and he gave her a big smirk. He could tell she was replaying the night's events as well, as she had on a satisfied grin. "I prefer waking up next to you to waking up in prison."
"I should hope so." She kissed him on the cheek before climbing out of bed.
"Where are you going?" Jack asked, giving her a confused look. "I thought we could spend the day in bed." He attacked her then, bringing her back into the bed with him.
She laughed and succumbed to his kisses, kissing him back. After a few more moments of lying in his arms, she said, "Jack, the boys are probably awake by now."
Jack frowned slightly, chastising himself for forgetting about them, if only for the moment. "Promise you'll tell me everything about them tonight?"
She kissed him again, trying to erase his sadness. "Of course." She got out of bed and looked for their baby books while Jack stretched under the covers. When he crawled out of bed Sam watched him walk to their bathroom. He was still covered in bruises and cuts, and last night he'd been sore, though he refused to admit it to her. She silently berated herself for not taking it easy on him.
Laying the books on his dresser, she went in to check on the boys while Jack started the shower. They were still sleeping, and she watched them for a few moments, then turned to join Jack in the shower. Normally she would have waited for him to get done, then let him watch for the kids to wake up, but they didn't know him, and the last thing she wanted was for the boys to get scared of Jack.
So she stripped out of her nightgown and pulled back the shower curtain slightly. She watched Jack let the hot water fall on him, loosening muscles that had been tight for two years. He'd gotten hot showers after he became Ralk's "partner", but there was something about his own shower that made him loosen up. He heard Sam breathe and opened his eyes to look at her. "Come 'ere." He said, reaching for her and pulling her into the shower with him.
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Daniel, waking up from a restless slumber, fumbled for his glasses. After he'd positioned them on his face, he looked at the clock. It was eight in the morning.
With a groan he got out of bed and put his shoes on. He didn't have any clothes on base anymore, as he hadn't stayed there for the last two years. Deciding to catch some breakfast before heading home, if he could even call it that anymore, Daniel headed to the commissary. He spotted Teal'c and joined him after collecting a bagel, some bacon, and coffee. "Good morning Daniel Jackson." Teal'c said when Daniel sat down.
"Morning Teal'c." He sipped his coffee before spreading cream cheese on his bagel.
"Are you going to see O'Neill later?"
Daniel nodded. "I need to change into clean clothes sometime today."
"If you will be needing a place to stay Daniel Jackson, my apartment has another room."
Daniel smiled at his friend's offer. "Thanks Teal'c. I may just take you up on that offer."
After finishing his meal, Daniel left Teal'c to get the dreaded over with. He silently prayed that he'd be able to see Sam without saying something stupid. "It's just Sam, Jack, and the kids. Your two best friends and the children you adore. Besides, you do live there right now." He tried to give himself a pep talk while driving to their house. "You don't even consider it home anymore. God, this is going to suck."