Man of steel... nerves of tissue paper.
No one was a pretender like Jack O'Neill was. He pretended he would miss his job when he resigned, or he did at the going away party, anyway. He pretended being fitted for an after six tuxedo was fun, when in fact it was itchy. He pretended that Daniel and Teal'c throwing him a bachelor party was the best time of his life.
But nothing had him as nervous and on edge as today. His wedding day. He knew his lines, that wasn't it. Carter was happy and had no doubts, so that wasn't the problem.
The problem was sex.
Yeah, that. 'Let's talk about sex baby, let's talk about you and me'. See, he and Sam had not gone there yet. They had talked about it but decided mutually to wait till tonight. They both wanted it to be special. He wanted it to be the most memorable night of her life and had been reading magazines for tips and tricks. He was pretty sure a scented bath and a full body message was a good start to the evenings 'festivities', but other than that, well frankly, it had been a while. He did have one other trick up his sleeve though. But that was his back-up plan.
So he stood in a little room in the church and stared at himself in the mirror, till Daniel came in to get him.
"Time to go in, Jack," Daniel said, looking a little confused at the expression on his friends face. "uh, you ok?"
"I'm fine," Jack pretended with a big smile. "Just fine."