Disclaimer: i still don't own cha cha cha.

"Happy anniversary," smiled John, pulling a rose from behind his back as he entered his quarters and handing it to his wife.

"3 months," she said mock sternly "is not an anniversary."

"Maybe I'll take my rose back then" he responded teasingly reaching to grab the rose as she snatched it out if his reach.

"No," said Teyla, "this was a gift, you can't just take it back."

"Fine," said John haughtily, "I'll just wait here til you get me a present too."

"Hmmm," said his wife thoughtfully, "close your eyes and you shall receive."

Performing the rather difficult task of raising an eyebrow cheekily at the same time as closing his eyes, John whispered something that sounded like "I think I like where this is going."

Moving in close and planting a gentle kiss on her husband's lips Teyla smiled, "there you go."

"Humph," sighed John playfully, "that was a bit of a disappointment, I was hoping for something a little more R rated."

"Well," smirked Teyla, "that's all your getting… for now."

"You're mean to me," he said as he wrapped his arms lovingly around her and pulled her in for another kiss.

"Nuhuh," she said sternly pulling away, " we need to talk about something, er, maybe you should take a seat."

Sitting down on the couch a serious look spread across his face: "what have I done?"

Teyla sat down next to him: "Nothing, I mean: John do you remember when we were first married we talked about our family…"

"Is this because I never told you about my dad?" he interrupted confused; "because I can if you want…"

"I would yes, but tha…" began his wife.

"My father wasn't a great man like yours, he probably wasn't even a good man: he drank, he gambled and he never really worked."

"John, I…"

"No Teyla," he said a little sharply, "if I don't tell you now I probably never will."

She nodded, silenced by his determination.

"But he was a good father, at least for a time. We spent a lot of time together, playing ball in the yard, watching TV together just hanging out. He was great, I remember when I was really little he used to call me 'champ'," John smiled wistfully, " and he was so proud when I made the football team. But as I got older, and I relied on him less we sort of drifted apart and then when I was at college: he left my mom. He found someone else, someone younger and I guess he loved her, at least he said he did that one time that he called. I never really forgave him: mom was so upset and then the first time he called after I found out I said so many mean things to him… he called again, a few times, but I just didn't answer: I didn't want to talk to him. He even wrote once, but I was just so mad I burnt it. I haven't spoken to, or heard from him since"

"You regret it?" asked his wife, now snuggling affectionately against him, aware that the opportunity to raise the topic she had wanted had passed.

"Yeah," he agreed, " I wish I'd spoken to him again before I came out here, I feel like I've missed my chance."

"Don't worry," she said firmly, "you will find a way to go home again, and then you can take me to meet your father."

" I know, but…" he began a little unsurely

"No buts," argued Teyla, "everything will be fine," she paused thoughtfully," as long as you don't 'ditch me for a younger model' is the correct term, I believe. In which case you will die a horrible painful death and never get the chance to show me your world."

He laughed lightly, "thank you Teyla."

"For the death threat?"

"For being you."

She smiled, "ok, now I better go and put that rose in water." Standing to walk across the room she began to feel really light-headed, "I," she began weakly as she fell to the floor.

"Very funny," said John, " Teyla?" As he began to suspect she was not kidding he shot up worriedly, "Teyla? Are you ok?"

Picking her up gently, he carried her quickly to Carson at the infirmary.

"What happened?" asked the doctor, his accent clipping the words, " it looks like she'd feinted?"

"Well she did say she would if we ever had a serious conversation."

"No," replied Carson calmly "it's seems more likely to be a slight side effect of her pregnancy. She'll be fine, in fact I expect she'll wake up any second."
Sheppard's face went pale with shock as he choked out the words, "pregnant! She's pregnant?"

"Well yes," said Carson embarrassed, " I diagnosed her this afternoon- I presumed you knew, couldn't wait to tell you: said something about an anniversary gift…"

A dissatisfied look spread across the major's, still shocked face " and all I got her was a rose."

The End.