Again, if you haven't read Western Skies yet, these will make NO sense! Give WS a go, and I hope you like it! :)
Note: These are unbetaed. I abuse my beta enough, I spare her from these. XD
Someday out of the blue
"I hope you weren't looking forward to having grandkids, Chrissy. Well, I suppose they could adopt-" John was staring at a PADD with guitar tabs for an old bluegrass song while sprawled at the kitchen table, his chair tipped back on its hind legs and leaning against the wall. Chris almost hit his head on the edge of the kitchen counter as he pulled out a pot out from under the stove.
"What are you going on about, John?" Chris said, giving him a strange look as he grabbed a package of spaghetti noodles. John let his chair fall down as he raised an eyebrow.
"You know what I'm talking about, Captain." Chris snorted in response as he filled the pot with water and started it to boil, then grabbed two beers out of the refrigerator, passing one to John.
"They've only known each other, what, a year and a half? I think you are reading into their relationship a little too much, John. Don't you think you're jumping the gun a bit?" Chris said, as he walked out of the kitchen. John watched the younger man leave silently, the smokey black fabric of his instructor's uniform fitting him like a glove as usual. John swung his legs and hopped to his feet, a bittersweet smile on his face.
"I wonder where I've heard that before," he said quietly, and followed Chris out of the kitchen.
Takes place anytime during the second year in #5.