Categories: POV, Romance
It's not just the heroism, the nobility, the honor.
Nor is it solely the handsome face, tall strong body and beautiful eyes.
It's the little things.
The automatic selection of my favorite foods in the commissary.
The stashing of Godivas in my backpack for that time of the month.
The shared grins and silent communication.
The strong shoulder to lean on.
The never-ending supply of batteries for my laptop.
The snarky comments to make me laugh at oh, so inappropriate times.
The warm hugs, face dipping into my neck.
His quiet faith and confidence in me.
It's the little things that made me fall in love with Jack O'Neill.
And it's those little things that have brought me to where I am now: looking into his beautiful eyes as the preacher joins our hands in marriage.