A.N ~ Thank you, again, to everyone for your support. Sorry for the delay, when I finished this chapter I wasn't happy with it. Going through it repeatedly and editing wasn't making me feel any better about it, so I had to start from scratch and rewrite the whole thing. I hope it was worth it.

Chapter 13 ~ Beams and Blue Eyes.

"And then I kissed you as my wife for the very first time." Daniel concluded his tail as he pulled the jeep up out front of their house.

She was gazing at him, her smile radiating joy. "I never dare to hope that you would remember so much."

Bashfully, he returned her smile. "That makes two of us."

"I should have known better." She reached over and gently held his cheek. "Always so determined, strong."

Daniel dropped his attention to hip lap, embarrassed by the raw pride that was shinning through her face, her voice. "It was only because of your clues; the vows, Malgena. I couldn't have done it without you."

"I doubt the truth of that." she said, but as she spoke she noticed his brown had furrowed and his gaze had turned to a look of far off wondering, an expression she had come to recognized as one he wore when he was over analysing something. "Something is troubling you. What is it?" she said, as she rubbed her hand up and down his arm, to snap his attention back to the land of the living.

He still looked thoughtful when he turned to face her. "I guess I don't understand how you could have forgiven me that easily. Technically, I left you at the altar."

"It was not that way." Leesia said as she ran the backs of her fingers lightly across his cheek, as if her touch could ease the worry from his face. "You were so quick to risk your own happiness, or so you believed, to bring some comfort to your friend, even though there was really nothing you could have done. Your selflessness and passion for everything…it is inspiring. The only thing I could do was love you more."

He felt the heat rise in his cheeks. "You give me far too much credit," he argued softly.

"My modest husband, you do not see yourself clearly."

"You're biased." he disagreed.

"No. I am in awe of you."

He thought his blush would tattoo his cheeks permanently. She always saw the good in his actions, refused to fault him in anyway, but no matter how good an intention he had, or how hard it had been, he could never consider anything he did awe-inspiring. "I think you have that backwards. You made his escape possible. You thought of the plan and followed it through; I was nothing more than a distraction and an ignorant one at that."

She brushed both his overheated cheeks with her palms before twinning her fingers in his dark blonde hair. Her warm eyes pulling his cool blue into their depths. "You were much more than that. You were the source, the reason why I made the decision to assist. Your presence in my life changed me, gave me the desire to be a better person. So any good I may have done was all because of you."

He dropped his head in embarrassment, finding what she was saying hard to believe, but also knowing that it would be pointless to dispute it with her. Her tone and that loving look of admiration in her eyes told him that she believed what she said wholeheartedly. She respected the strength of his spirit so intently that she even gave him the credit for her own good deeds.

Disbelievingly, he shock his head with a smile on his lips. He would get her to see sense…but not tonight. Tonight was his wedding night and there was one more tradition that he wanted to follow, one he hadn't been able to do before.

He climbed out of the jeep and circled around the front to help Leesia out of the high cab. As soon as her feet hit the pavement, he scooped her up into his strong arms.

"Daniel!" she squealed in surprise. "Let me go." she told him gently, although she wrapped her arms around his neck.

"Never." he said meaningfully.

"I am too heavy with the baby," she protested as he made his way up the path to the front door.

"Nonsense, I got you both just fine." He shifted her weight so he could work the front door and kissed her as he crossed the threshold. It was how he had pictured it in his mind, his ideal ending to the wedding.

He kicked the door closed behind them, carried her through to the bedroom and gently lowered her down on the soft surface of their bed, their marital bed. They were married; he was home with his wife. He couldn't help the large grin that instantly appeared on his face at the thought.

"I love you, Mrs Jackson."

She smiled at the use of her new name, a sense of wellbeing and belonging resounding through her. She was his, and was now named as such. "I love you also." she purred seductively, running her hands up his chest, pushing his jacket off his shoulders and sliding it down and off his arms.

She encircled his broad shoulders with her arms and gently tugged him down closer to her, until their lips found each other's. He held himself above her, supporting his weight with his arms, either side of her bare shoulders, as their lips began to dance together, the dance of need, longing. The dance of love.

Her fingers moved to and set to work on the buttons on his shirt, as his lips worked their magic upon her, her lips, cheeks, her jaw, but when Daniel dropped his kisses down her throat, she lost all ability to coordinate her fingers. She grasped at his shirtfront and he heard more than one button pop off in her need to feel his smooth chest against her palms.

He smiled against her sweet skin as his lips left their mark on her collarbone across the hollow of her throat and to the other.

He shifted his weight to one side so he could free his hand to slide the zip of her dress down. He was almost sorry to take it off her; she looked more beautiful in it than he had imagined she would. So pure and innocent and the white smooth material enhanced that. So perfect to him. However, he was glad he did when he freed her of the dress and saw the undergarments that she was wearing. The white lace with petite pale blue ribboning enhanced her feminine curves. A groan of desire rumbled deep in his chest.

"You like it?" she asked him. Although she could guess the answer by the expression, he was now wearing. His eyes seemed slightly off focus, his lips parted to cope with his sudden increased need for oxygen.

He licked his dying lips. "Very much."

"The woman at the shop said I had to have one of these for my wedding." Leesia said as she ran her hand over her thigh to indicate the delicate, pale blue and white garter than resided halfway up. "But I can not fathom its purpose."

"I'll show you," he said planting another; slightly firmer kiss on her breastbone. "It's an old tradition..." He moved down, placing another kiss just below the first. "…Brides clothing was believed to be lucky…" Another kiss he hid in the valley between her breasts. "…This lead to many people tearing, or stealing her clothes…" Her heart was thumping a tempo against his lips as her worked his way lower. "…The garter tradition was introduced to stop the bride getting upset on her wedding day…" He allowed his tongue to explore her navel and she gasped at the new and tender contact. "…They made it so only the groom could remove it…" His fingers tickled up the outside of her thigh that housed the garter in question, at the same time his lips worked their way down to the top of her panties. "…It's meant to be done after the ceremony…" he continued as his lips grazed her hip, her chest heaving in anticipation of what was to come. "…But I think it's more fun in private." His breath tickled the sensitive skin on her inner thigh as his lips took the opposite journey to his fingers. He pinched hold of the garter between his front teeth and gently tugged it down, slowly to her knee in one smooth stroke. His fingers hocked under the elastic and took over from his teeth so his lips could pay homage to the delicate skin under her knee, the inside of her calf, down to kiss each one of her curling toes.

"Daniel," she panted, sitting up and drawing her legs underneath her. "Please do not tease."

He crawl closer to her and sat back on his heals. "I have no intention of teasing," he said taking her hand and raising it to his mouth. "But I do intend to worship you. Every…single…inch…of…you…" he punctuated each word with a kiss to her knuckles, wrist, working his way up her arm, over her shoulder, back to that spot on her throat that never failed to make her tremble in desire.

Her eyes were ablaze with need. "I promised that I would be the one making you quiver with desire tonight, not the other way around."

"Don't worry, you are." he panted. "You always do."

He leaned closer and kissed her, feeling her fumble open the last of the buttons on his shirt. She pushed the material off him, running her hand down his back and tossed the shirt across the bedroom. She flattened her palm against his heart, sending a powerful surge of tingles up and down his spin and causing him to moan into her mouth.

He leaned her back and eased himself over her as she released the button and flies of his trousers and slid them and his boxers off his hips, he kicked them off the rest of the way.

He shifted along side her, his hands grazing gently over her torso, fingers tickled up and down her waist. She shivered in anticipation as he brought his lips down to greet hers. He hocked his finger in the edge of her panties and began slowly easing them down off her hips, down her beautiful legs, stimulating every inch of skin with his fingers, his hand. She was whimpering in desire as he unclasped her bra, throwing it playfully over his shoulder, before lowering his head and taking a plump nipple between his lips.

"Daniel," she gasped. "You are teasing again."

"Worshipping," he corrected with a smile, instantly returning to his suckling, feeling her nipple harden further against his tongue.

"I did not realise that worship involved driving one out of their mind with need."

She ran her fingertips down his hard smooth chest to his abdomen, setting his muscles into spasm. Lower, letting her fingers enjoy their journey, until she heard him gasp as she took him in her hand and stroked him, firm but gently. Once…twice…three times, exasperatingly slowly, she ran her hand over his hard length and when his eyes rolled back and her moaned deep in his throat she pulled back until only her fingertips tickled over his aroused flesh.

"Now who's teasing?" he panted out, his chest heaving.

She smiled that mischievous smile that he loved. "Just a touch of payback."

"I never knew you could be so vengeful, Mrs Jackson." Daniel breathed, rocking his hips as her hand once again encircled him.

"Then make love to me, Daniel." she said insistently, twining her free hand in his hair, gently she tugged him so she could claim his lips with her own.

"Vengeful and demanding." he panted between kisses. "I should have known this before I married you."

He dropped his kisses to her jaw as she rolled to her side and he spooned himself behind her, pulling her back tightly against his chest. Tenderly, his lips caressed her throat as he reached down and hocked her leg over the top of his thigh. Angling himself just right, he slid home, burying himself deep inside her warm body. She purred out a low, pleasurable moan and reach behind herself so she could push her fingers through his soft hair, as he continued to kiss and suck at the delicate skin of her neck and shoulder.

He fell into a tender, slow rhythm, wanting to take his time to savour every touch and every spark that flared between them. Engraving in his memory every sensation, as he made love to her as his wife, for the very first time, savouring her every murmur in response to his movements and relished in delight as he angled his thrust just right, causing her to moan low in her throat and grasp at his forearms.

Gently, she stroked the parts of him that she could reach, his hip, his face, his arms that held her close to his hot chest, releasing wave after wave of pleasurable tingles between them and heightening their arousal.

When she let out that familiar whimper, closed her eyes and dropped her head back onto his shoulder, he knew she was close to climax and he firmly grasped her hips, pulling her tighter to each of his thrusts.

"Oh, God…" he panted, as she cried out and began contracting around him, the sensations driving him blissfully out of his mind. Overcome with need, as his movements became more urgent, more demanding. Surrounding her and surrounded by her, he joined her in their shared ecstasy as his body emptied deep within hers.

He dropped his head to her neck and sucked in deep breaths as his body jerked with the after shocks of his orgasm, his heart thumping a pounding tempo against her back.

"Had I known being human could be this intense a pleasure, I believe I would have done so long before." she said, lovingly running her hand up and down his arm.

He chuckled and embraced her tighter. "From what I remember it was pretty amazing before."

"It must be you then."

"Us." he corrected, placing a lingering kiss on her heated shoulder. "I never asked you, what your something old, new, borrowed and blue was," he asked, his curiosity peeking. He thought he could guess the blue part by the detail on the underwear and garter she had worn beneath her beautiful wedding dress, but the other three remained a mystery to him.

"Well, I figured I didn't need any because we all ready had them. For the 'old' I thought that we both used to be ancient." He chuckled at her pun. "The new is our physical forms now; the blue is your eyes… I didn't think you would mind if I borrowed them. Metaphorically speaking of course."

"You do know that that is incredibly corny."

"I know…but everything else I thought of was far from good enough."

"Corny." he repeated with a smile.

"Thank you for this beautiful day, Daniel. It was perfect."

His smile faltered and died, as his thoughts returned to their first wedding. She had seen only the good in his actions, and deep down he knew that he had been without a choice at the time, but that didn't stop the guilt he felt. "I should have made it more…to make up for before." he said, his voice heavy with remorse.

She rolled to face him, stunned realisation shining on her features.

"Had I known…" He shock his head. "We should have had everything; the cake, the flowers, the little kids in tiny suits and dresses throwing petals, you should have had bridesmaids and someone to give you-"

"Stop." she said softly, pressing her finger to his lips to silence him. She could tell by the look he was warring and the speed of his speech that this was about to turn into another one of his long winded, one-sided discussions and quickly nipped it in the bud before he got a chance to get fully into it. "For me it was perfect because you stood opposite me at the end of that aisle and said those beautiful words to me. Nothing but that could have made it perfect. And if I had to do it again I would wish for it to be exactly the same."

"Even so, I want to have a reception and a proper honeymoon after the baby is born."

"Another wedding?" she sounded aspirated. "I am beginning to believe that you are addicted to them."

He chuckled, his attention on the pillowcase that he was fiddling with. "I just want to do it right."

"You do know I am not going anywhere?"

Her question shocked him, like a slap and he snapped his head up to see her face. Was that why he was trying so hard because he had an underlying fear of losing her, just like he had lost Sha're? His fear so deeply buried in him that he hadn't even seen it in himself. Did she know him that well that she could hear what his heart whispered to her, without him having said a word? She read his action as clear as the text in a book.

She was looking at him with a look of hidden sadness as she raised her fingers to caress his face. "There is no need for you to tie us in any possible way you can find Daniel. I am already yours in every way there is. I will never leave you." she said softly, her silken voice heavy with the solemn promise. The sincerity of her words shining lovingly through her eyes.

His hand covered hers and he pushed his cheek into her palm. "I love you so much." he sighed. She truly was amazing to him. Able to give him exactly what he needed, without him even knowing that he needed it.

"I love you also." she sighed back, gently pulling him down until his lips descended on hers.

As they touched, the ever-strong tingles shot down his spine. His breathing hitched as they sent his stomach muscles into a tight spasm. He loved what her kisses did to him and as her lips parted allowing him the access to her sweet mouth, he dove his tongue into her greedily. He wanted more of her and he could tell by her light quiver, in his arms that she did to.

"You have done it again," she said.

"What love?"

"Set my hormones off."

"Good." He kissed her tenderly with a smiling playing on his lips.

…

The sudden tightening across her taught abdomen woke her from the peace of sleep. She instinctively wrapped her arms around her bump, but bit back a groan when she noticed that Daniel still slept soundly next to her, his mouth slightly parted, a gentle snore purred in his chest. 'Labour take's hours,' she reminded herself. 'Let him sleep. With a newborn in the house, it may be his last chance for a while.'

As the constriction in her hips and waist lessened she rose from the bed, as carefully as she could, trying not to disturb her slumbering husband. She took a long second to enjoy the sight of his peaceful form. She found him beautiful, inside and out and loved him so much it hurt.

She scooped his shirt off the dresser where she had evidently tossed it as she stripped it off him earlier in the night and pulled it over her naked form. It still smelled like him and she pulled the collar to her nose and took a deep inhale. She loved his scent.

"Lees?" Daniel murmured in a sleepy state, telling her that she hadn't been successful in her attempt to allow him to rest. His eyes were only half-open as he looked up at her uncertainly. "You okay?"

As she made to answer him, another bout of the tightness claimed her and she held her breath so not to let him hear the pain in her voice. She shifted her hips slowly, trying to find a more comfortable position that would ease or settle the tightness. As it eased off she breathed out slowly she said. "I think it has started."

It seemed like before she could blink he was by her side, his arms around her, taking both her hands in his to support her weight. "The contractions? How many?" he asked quickly, all sign of sleep gone from his voice, replaced with alarm.

"That was number two."

"How long ago was the first?"

"I neglected to time it," she confessed.

He took a quick mental note of the display on the bedside alarm clock.

He held her until he felt her tense in his arms. Her fingers threaded into his and she squeezed, holding her breath as she did.

"Breath love." he told her keeping his voice as calm as possible. "Deep breaths."

Unsteadily, she sucked in a quick deep breath, fear shining in her warm eyes, blowing it out slowly.

"That's it," he said encouragingly. "Just like that. You're doing fine."

As the contraction eased off, he checked the time again, making a mental note at how long between each contraction. "Are you okay?" he asked, studying her face.

"They are painful."

"I know. You're doing fine. I'd better call Janet."

"No please!" she instantly panicked. "Not yet! I read that labour takes hours. It is not necessary at this moment, please."

"Okay, okay. It's okay." he quickly soothed. "I'm just going to give her some warning."

She was trembling as she nodded and Daniel helped her back to the bed before reaching for his phone, quickly punching the speed dial programmed for Janet's cell number.

"Hey Janet it's Daniel. Sorry to wake you."

"Quite alright." the Doctor said through a yawn. "Have things begun?"

"Only three contraction so far. Seven minutes apart. Her waters haven't broken and she's coping all right with the pain at the moment, so I won't be bringing her in just yet. Just wanted to give you the heads up."

"Thank you. I'll head in now and get things ready for you, but keep me posted, regularly."

"Will do." he promised before snapping the phone shut.

He felt her slight tremble increase and he tightened his grip on her hand. "I do not wish to go into the infirmary," she confessed fearfully.

Daniel had been expecting this. "Listen to me," he said, wrapping his arms around her. "It's not going to be the same as the other times. This isn't tests or procedures. This is childbirth. You and your body do the work we are only there to help you. Aid you however you want us to. Nothing is done against your will, only what you want. Do you understand?"

She was silent for a moment, before she looked up at him, her eyes alive with comprehension and hope. "You can deliver our baby," she gasped out, wondering why she hadn't thought of it before. "You have the knowledge and experience."

He had not been expecting that. "Uh I-I do, but each time I did it was only because there was no other choice. Janet is much more-"

"This is my choice Daniel." she interrupted. "I do not wish for others. Only you."

"Leesia, I-"

"Please, Daniel."

He thought about that for a long moment. Sure, he had the training and some experience, but there were other at the base that were much more qualified than he was. He didn't want to risk anything, but he didn't want her stressed either, and if he was honest with himself he was a little flattered that she trusted him to that degree. "Okay I'll make a deal with you. I'll do it, but on the condition that it's at base, in the infirmary and if anything, no matter what, gets complicated, I let Janet take over. Deal?"

"But you will still stay with me?"

"Of course. I'm not going to leave your side, I swear."

"Okay, I agree with you conditions."

A bright blue flash of light startled them. Startled, Leesia gripped both of Daniel's hand tighter as it engulfed them, pulling them out of the comfort of their bedroom.

When the light faded, they found themselves in an elaborately decorated room. A large canopy bed, draped in maroon silk, was the sole object in the flamboyant vicinity.

"Where are we?" Leesia asked her eyes wide as she took in their new surroundings.

"I have no idea," Daniel said as he eyed the golden hieroglyphs that donned the walls. "But, it's Goa'uld design."

A.N~ As always, let me know what you think. J