Sometime in the future.
Was there anything more cute than Sam Carter-O'Neill right now? She lay on our bed, sexy blue nightgown hiked up her thighs, hair in her eyes, face flushed, mouth slack and ... snoring softly.
I looked down at my sleeping wife, reflecting ruefully that this wasn't exactly the way I'd pictured our first anniversary celebration going.
But she'd been so tired lately. The Ori were becoming more and more aggressive and a couple of the System Lords had chosen to join forces with them, trying to regain the territory they'd lost after the Jaffa had broken free.
She was essentially working two jobs - leading SG-1 and in command of the labs, and her duties had only increased when she'd made full Colonel four months ago. I'd been the one to pin the birds onto her lapels and had heard myself call her "Colonel O'Neill".
I pulled my tee shirt over my head, leaving my hair in disarray, then got into bed beside her. The door creaked open and a sleek elegant marmalade cat strolled in, followed closely by two miniature editions of her and a little black tom.
Oy. The man who'd always hated cats now had four of them. Good homes had been found for the kittens, and they would leave in a couple of weeks after they'd been weaned.
One of the gingers was to go to Janice - her youngest child had just left for college and she was feeling the need to mother something. The other had been snapped up by Doctor Lam, the SGC's CMO, and the black tom ...
Teal'c.
I kid you not.
The tiny scrappy black kitten and the huge scary warrior. It was almost like they were kindred spirits. I nearly snickered when the kitten had settled easily into his big hands, purring in ecstasy, but had managed to restrain myself. The guy would've pounded on me but good.
"I wish to take this animal, O'Neill," he announced after examining it thoroughly. "When will it be ready to leave its mother?"
A snicker did escape me then. Teal'c had looked at me narrowly, then had ... smiled. A warm, soft smile that I think only his kid had ever induced in him. "I can offer him a good home, and I would enjoy the companionship," he stated simply.
He'd recently moved off base and, so far, hadn't run into trouble. He seemed to have learned his lesson after the last time he'd tried it, and was keeping himself to himself a little more. Hadn't stopped him developing a fan club of female admirers, though. But that's what you get when you move into an area full of single women ...
Crafty son of a bitch.
I was still based in DC, but split my time pretty evenly between Homeworld Security and training would-be SGC recruits at the Academy. So I was in DC for a couple weeks, then back to the Springs, then back again.
I even got to go off world once in a while with the recruits, and found that helped me from going mad. Ironic, really. Now that I'd left the SGC, I got to go off world more than when I'd been running the place.
I tugged the covers over Sam and myself - I loved the woman, found her sexy as all get-out, but she was a serious blanket hog. She grunted something incoherent, turned and put an arm round my waist, snuggling into me. I kissed the top of her blonde head and resumed my thoughts.
T had become a grandfather shortly after Sam and I had married. Yeah; he didn't look old enough, but he was over a hundred years old. Rya'c and Kary'n had named the kid Bra'tac after Teal'c's mentor, who'd died shortly before the birth.
Too bad about that - I bet the ornery old coot would've loved to see his namesake.
Daniel wasn't married, but seemed to be enjoying the occasional tryst with that woman who'd hijacked the Prometheus ... whatsername ... Vala. Sexy as hell - I could see what he saw in her - but what was it with him and women who'd been Goa'ulds? Sha're, Sarah and now Vala.
Sam nuzzled into my neck. "Whatcha doin'?" she said, her voice husky from sleep.
"Just thinking."
She snorted at that. "I'd always heard married couples became like each other," she said, then sat up. "Sorry about tonight, Jack," she added with a yawn. "I'm just ... beat."
"You work too hard," I said. "I know I'm flogging a dead horse, but you need to learn how to delegate."
She smiled. "You're right."
"You're young and strong - and gorgeous - but you can't keep working at this ..." - her words sank in. "Huh?"
"You're right," she said. She sat up and looked at me thoughtfully. "I've submitted my resignation as leader of SG-1 to General Landry. I'll stay with the SGC as a member of the Air Force, but I want to stay in the labs from now on."
"What? But you love going off world!"
"I'll still have the occasional trip off world, Jack," she said, "but you're right. I can't keep going like I am. And I'm going to have other priorities soon."
"I know you've got a Masters in confusing Jack O'Neill, but could ya try for a little clarity here?" I said.
She tugged her top lip in between her teeth. "Straight to business?" she said. "I can do that."
She took my hand and put it to her satin-clad abdomen - never as flat as she would've liked. I loved her sexy little tummy - washboard abs on a woman just looked ... wrong. Call me a sexist pig, but that's how I feel.
"I'm pregnant, Jack."
Pregnant? Wow ... A huge shit-eating grin made its way onto my face and I took her face in my hands, kissing her deeply. "I love you, Doctor Colonel Samantha Carter-O'Neill," I told her. Then I scooched down the bed and kissed her tummy. "And you too, bubba."
She scowled at me.
"Bubbette?" I amended, waggling my eyebrows.
She laughed. "God; you're such an ass!" she said, then scooched down the bed to join me, throwing her leg over mine. "But you're my ass," she declared, rubbing her torso against mine and causing all sorts of fun things to go through my dirty little mind.
I growled and pulled her on top of me and she shrieked with laughter. Soon the laughter changed to soft sighs and growls of passion as we showed our love for each other in the oldest way.
Damn; life was good!
THE END
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