A/N:Okay, i'm going to admit that the only reason you guys are even getting a chapter today is b/c i wanted to share the joy that is my life right now! First off though, i do have to admit that my family gravity field has been extra strong this week as i fell down the stairs on the way out the door to church on sunday, so it's kinda hard for me to type, but it was really funny.
Secondly, i just have to share with everybody that today i finally got a package from my dad for my birthday like a month ago. they moved to TN in october and my little brothers all wrote me little cards and signed their names so i had to share how happy i am with everybody...
okay now that i've bored you enough... i think i might have made a mistake somewhere in the last chapter, but im not sure where so if you can find it, please let me know!
On with the show... story, sorry. lol/.
Jack woke up to the sound of pots and pans clanging in the kitchen. Sea, he knew, was a morning person and had probably been up for hours. He looked over at the clock and noticed it was just past seven.
Tomorrow he was getting married and he couldn't be happier. He looked over at his sleeping fiancée lying next to him. He didn't know what he'd done to deserve this, but he would try to keep doing it. He laid his hand on her abdomen and felt one of the babies kick against his palm. He smiled softly and leaned in close.
"Hey you," he whispered. "Don't wake mommy up, she needs all the sleep she can get."
"Oh, don't worry about that, mommy's already awake."
Jack looked up to see Sam smiling down at him. Yeah, he'd never get tired of waking up next to her.
"Do you want the bathroom first this morning?" he asked her as he moved up to give her a proper good morning kiss.
"Oh, and what's so wrong with killing two birds with one stone?" she giggled playfully in response.
Jack groaned, knowing she knew full well what that type of talk was doing to him.
"I don't know if you've noticed but we've got not only my parents and your dad in the house but an eleven-year-old boy as well. I don't think it's worth the risk the day before our wedding." He smiled one more time before dragging himself out of bed and throwing on a pair of sweat pants. He kissed her once more and headed into the kitchen to see what Sea was making for breakfast.
"Hey, Sea, what's cookin'?" Jack poured himself a cup of coffee and sat down at the table, for the first time noticing Jacob was up, too. "Dad," he said with a small grin creeping across his face.
"Jack." Jacob took a sip of his own coffee. Though he hadn't needed coffee since joining with Selmac, he enjoyed the flavor and convinced Selmac to let him have a cup.
"Eggs, sausage, and cheesy potatoes," Sea said, answering Jack's first question. "Jacob, can I ask Selmac a question?"
Jacob shot a questioning look at Jack, who silently nodded back, knowing what was being asked. Jacob's head lowered and a moment later the distinctive distortion signaling Selmac showed in his voice.
"What would you like to know?"
"Well, why do the Tok'ra hate the Tau'ri so much? I mean I've read every mission report and the only time Jack has anything good to say about the Tok'ra is if it has something to do with you and Jacob. Likewise, it always seems like the Tok'ra are making life purposefully hard for us."
"The Tok'ra have been a solitary race for so long they do not understand the importance of the alliance. Those who have not benefited directly from the actions of the Tau'ri do not appreciate what you do. Others, like myself and Lantash, have seen what you have gone through and understand what you mean to us. Anise, on the other hand, is one who sees the alliance as free guinea pigs for her experiments."
"Ah," Sea nodded. "I read about her." He shot Jack a sly look and grinned, knowing it would make him uncomfortable.
"Yeah, well, that snake almost got us killed, then tried to give us brain damage. Don't forget she looks like hooker Barbie." Jack took a sip of his coffee, his eyes turning sad. "And as much as I didn't like him, Sam did, and it's Barbie's fault Martouf's dead."
"Jack," Jacob broke into the melancholy mood that had descended over the group. "How does he know about Selmac?"
"Major Seamus O'Neill, sir," Sea started. "I work with Major Davis in a detached assignment for the Pentagon. I tell ya, what you people do is amazing." Sea turned back to the stove making sure their breakfast didn't burn.
"Daddy," a sleepy voice came from the entrance to the kitchen. Tommy stood, barely dressed, rubbing the sleep from his eyes.
"Thomas Garrett O'Neill, why are your clothes on backwards?" Sea turned to his son with the spatula still in his hand, and a smile gracing his lips.
"They are not," he answered defiantly.
"Look at your shirt, Tommy."
"Oh," the boy smiled sheepishly. "I heard you talking and I wanted to see Uncle Jack. I just put on what I found."
The boy walked over to the table and sat in the chair next to Jack, leaning heavily against his uncle.
"Hey, Squirt." Jack smiled softly, remembering when Charlie used to do the same thing.
"Who's that?" he asked pointing to Jacob.
"That's Sam's dad, General Carter."
"Hi, Sir," Tommy answered politely.
"You can call me Jacob," he answered, smiling.
"Thank you." Tommy rubbed his eyes, obviously still tired.
"Hey, are Mom and Dad still asleep?" Jack asked his brother.
Seamus stopped mixing the eggs and turned to his brother. "Yeah. Mom came down a little bit ago for a glass of orange juice for Dad, but disappeared back into their room. He hasn't been feeling well lately."
"Maybe I should go check on them," Jack said, sitting Tommy up straight and standing up. He left the room and headed towards the guest room his parents were staying in.
He knocked softly on the door, calling out quietly, "Mom, Dad, you guys okay?"
He stepped back as the door opened and Eleanor slid out, quietly shutting the door behind her. "Hi, Jonathan. Your father's just resting."
"What's wrong? Sea said he hasn't been feeling well lately." Jack and his mother fell in step as they headed back towards the kitchen.
"He didn't want to worry you, Dear, especially since you're getting married tomorrow. He's not doing so well. His health has been declining these last few years. Don't let him know I told you, please." She sat down next to her grandson and kissed the top of his head.
"Aw, man! Gramma! I'm eleven! That's way to old for mushy stuff." Tommy exclaimed as he rubbed his hair "clean" of Grammakiss.
That set the group laughing, until the phone cut into the sound. Of course no one thought anything of it. The phone had been ringing nonstop all week. Jack got up from his seat to answer it, still laughing as he said "hello."
The smile on Jack's face faded as he talked to whoever was on the other line and Jacob recognized the look immediately. He cocked his eyebrow at the younger man, the obvious question passing between them. As Jack hung up he ran a hand over his tired face and sighed. This was so not how he wanted this day to go.
"C'mon, get dressed, Jacob. That was the base." Jack sighed and headed up to the bedroom. He really didn't want to do this to Sam, especially with her brother and his sister both flying in that afternoon, but they'd gotten a visitor through the Stargate and he and Jacob had been called in.