Chapter 6
Sam took in a deep breath and let it out as a wide yawn; she opened her eyes to the warm morning light that was filling the room.
"Mornin' sleepy head," came a drawling voice from just behind her head as a pair of very soft lips brushed against the exposed skin of her neck. The feeling of having a long, strong body pressed protectively against her back exuded a very satisfied, lazy noise, which sounded very much like a happy cat. She felt the fingers resting on her stomach flex a little. Turning in the arms wrapped protectively around her, to see the grinning face of her husband, a sleepy smile broke out across her face.
"Hello," she smiled as she lent in and tenderly kissed Jack's lips, "Mmm… how long have you been awake?" Sam closed her eyes again and nuzzled into her husband's neck, one of her all time favorite places.
"A while." Jack's hand was now slowly tracing back and forth, up and down her spine. Sam sighed again.
"How longs that?" she asked, slowly opening her eyes and looking at her husband, who, by the way, looked absolutely adorable first thing in the morning; his chocolate eyes still hazy with the last vestiges of sleep, a lazy smile gracing his soft features and the cutest of all was his gorgeous silver hair, which was all over the place. He looked so innocent like this, so totally endearing that Sam's heart melted and she fell in love with him a little more every time she woke up next to that.
"A while," Jack responded dipping his head to kiss his wife. God she's beautiful he thought. First thing in the morning, right after she'd woken up, this was when he thought Sam was her most beautiful; her hair mused and her eyes still a little heavy from sleep… they were their most blue in the morning… her make- up free skin really did glow (I know another cliché, but it was true) and that smile… That smile blew him away every time he saw it, he still couldn't believe that this woman had chosen him, loved him and so willingly given all of her self to him. He loved her more than she would ever know.
"Hhmmm…" Sam made another one of her happy cat noises against Jack's lips. Her hand came up to the back of his head, her fingers finding their way into his mused silver hair. Jack deepened the kiss, rolling so his weight gently pushed Sam into the mattress. A deep growl escaped his throat as his hand slid it's way up the side of Sam's body, working it's way underneath the lose tank top she wore to sleep in.
As quickly as this moment was becoming intensely heated, it was over; when a wail broke out through the baby monitor at the side of the bed. Sam let out a frustrated groan against her husband's mouth. Jack pulled back and looked into his wife's eye, he brushed back her hair with his hands that were framing her face.
"I swear that child has worse timing than Daniel."
Jack sniggered at his wife's comment. "You are spending too much time with me... I'll go." Dipping for one last kiss he slid out from under the covers and left his wife in their bed to go and see to their six-month-old daughter.
"I love you," she called to jack's back as he left the room.
"Yeah, yeah. Just cause I'm the one getting' outta bed."
Sam smiled to herself as she rolled onto her side, snuggled back into the covers and slipped back into a comfortable sleep. An hour and a half later she awoke…and something was missing. She was alone. In a bed in which, she should not have been alone. She emerged from the bedroom wearing the same tank top she had slept in but had pulled on pair of very long, gray sweat pants, which looked suspiciously like Jack's. She padded down the hallway, into the kitchen where she helped herself to a cup of coffee from the pot and continued on her quest to find her family. The house was oddly quiet considering it was home to a small baby and a man with energy that practically oozed out of his pores. Sam's brow furrowed as she headed further down the hall towards the living room, still clutching her coffee cup, she could hear no indication of where her husband and baby could be.
Her frown was instantly replaced by a huge smile as she entered the living room and saw the most beautiful thing in the world. Hell, in whole damn galaxy! Jack was lying on the couch; sound asleep, with baby Alison O'Neill, who was also in the land of nod, on his chest. Jack's left hand was up behind his head, and his right was lying protectively on his daughter's back.
Sam walked further into the room; she placed her cup down on the coffee table and took a seat on the edge closest to the sofa. She sighed as she took in the sight before her: the two things she loved the most, the things that she would willingly give her life for, the things that made her the happiest woman on the planet and made her life worth living. She rested her elbow upon her knee and placed her chin in her hand. Her eyes flowed over the tiny form of her daughter, up to her husband's face; his features were relaxed in sleep, his hair was still all over the place, this elicited a small laugh from Sam; he looked beautiful. Sam knew that he would have hated to be referred to as beautiful, but right now she didn't care…he was beautiful…in so many ways. Sam's heart swelled with pride as she thought about all the things that he had done. That a man so strong, and brilliant, and good, would love someone like her. Sure people told her how great she was all the time… but she never really believed them, she thought of her self as Sam… just Sam. Not a brilliant scientist or a talented soldier, but just a little girl who'd grown up to want the same things that, deep down all little girls wanted; to fall in love with her prince charming and live happily ever after… For all that Sam was a capable, independent woman who was an avid feminist and believed in equal rights for all etc. etc. in reality, when it came right down to it Sam was still that little girl, who's dream had finally come true… she'd gotten her happily ever after; with her prince charming and her beautiful baby girl.
It killed Sam to think how close she'd come to giving up on that dream… to just settling for what was…acceptable… not fighting for what it was that she really wanted…not fighting for her true happily ever after…not fighting for Jack.
She didn't like to think about the 'Pete fiasco,' as Jack had dually dubbed it; it made her feel guilty. She hadn't meant to hurt him and she knew that it should never have gone as far as it did, but…in a way she was thankful for it. She knew it sounded weird but it was what had lead her to realize just how much she truly loved Jack and that was what had lead to this perfect moment…sitting on the edge of their coffee table, in their house, surrounded by all the things that made them who they are…watching her perfect baby sleep in the arms of her perfect husband.
TBC…
A/N: at some point the rating of this stiry will go up and it should become more angsty. I have a couple of ideas but I just have to figure out how to write them in.
P.S: sorry about the slow updates my computer is on the fritz!