Author's Chapter Notes:

just some more cute and funny one's i thought of :-)

Jack loved chocolate almost as much as his wife did. He had given her a beautiful heart-shaped box of chocolates for Valentine's Day. The next day, Jack was eyeing it, wishing to have a piece of it. As he reached out to touch one of the big pieces, Sam, knowing he was bound to poke each one before he picked, said to him, "If you touch it, then you have to eat it."
"Yeahsureyoubetcha," he said, nodding his head. Suddenly his fingers quickly poked the tops of all the pieces of candy. "Guess I have to eat them all," he smirked at his wit.

Whack!

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Sam was in the infirmary and had given her dutiful husband, Jack, a list of things to bring her from home. At the house, Jack was checking the list and he noticed one item on the list was "comfortable underwear." Worried that he'd make the wrong choice he took out his cell, and called Sam to ask, "How will I know which ones to pick?"

"Hold them up and imagine them on me," she said.

"Ok, now what?" She could hear the smirk in his voice.

"If you smile, put them back."

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Hockey sticks, fishing rods, boots -- outdoor gear of all kinds was piled high in the garage. Jack found Sam staring at the mess. "I hope I die first, so I don't have to get rid of all this," she sighed.

"Look on the bright side," Jack suggested as he hugged her from behind. "If I go first, you can put an ad in the paper. When all the men come by to check out the stuff, you can pick out a replacement for me."

Still staring at the pile, she said, "Nah. He wouldn't be my type."

Sam felt Jack quickly let her go and when she turned around Jack looked like a puppy that had been kicked.

"Honey, I was just kidding."

The kicked puppy look still lingered. She briefly wondered if he'd been taking lessons from Daniel.

As he turned to walk away Sam couldn't help herself and blurted out "We could even go fishing this weekend."

"Nah, you hate it." Even his voice was dejected.

"No I don't. I won't even bring my laptop. Just you and me."

"Promise." How did he manage to look like a hopeful little kid at his age.

"I promise." Sam had been expecting a smile, not a smug basterd smirk.

"Wait, you tricked me." She couldn't believe Jack had fooled her.

"All's fair in love and war Sam." He said as he turned tail and ran.

As Sam chased after him, she couldn't help but giggle. Sometimes no matter how naughty he was, the man was just loveable.

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Jack was really annoying Sam as she tried to work. He kept saying she didn't know how to relax.

"I have a higher IQ, and make more money than you," she pointed out as a last ditch attempt. "
"Yeah, but when you step back and look at the big picture, I'm still ahead," he said.
She looked mystified, which was a rare look for her. "How do you figure?"
"I married better," he replied.

Sam smirked, "I don't know whether to whack you or kiss you?"

Jack had run down the hall before she even got to finish the sentence.

Sam had to admit, at least she got a husband with a nice butt.

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