One Months Later
"Absolutely not," Jack says, crossing his arms.
"You said you were OK with the fact that I was gay."
"I am, this has nothing to do with that! This has to do with you living with your boyfriend! I wouldn't let your sisters live with their boyfriends!"
"They're younger than me."
"You're a sophomore in college. You're too young to live with your boyfriend!"
"Why?"
"Why?" Jack repeats, his eyebrows shooting up, "Because you are way too young to be having sex. Maybe you're already doing that, but if you start living together… I'm just not encouraging it."
"We're not having sex. There is no way Eli would ever do that until we were married."
"So you honestly plan on living together without having sex? Ty, that is way too hard for any romantic couple to contemplate, especially young hormonal ones."
"No, we're… we're kind of getting married," Ty says.
"What do you mean by 'kinda getting married'?" Jack enquires.
"Yeah, that's what Eli said. Listen, we can't get legally married. Eli still doesn't want to tell his folks. So we're going to say marriage vows, and we're going to be married."
"Can I come?" Jack asks softly.
"Without his parents…" Ty tries.
"You're still young to get married, Ty. I would rather you waited a few years. I think you would have a better chance of working out that way."
"Dad, Eli and I are going to work out."
"Every college kid thinks they are going to be with their college sweetheart forever…" Jack begins.
"Dad I knew, I knew from the moment I saw Eli get pummeled on those lockers that we were going to be together forever."
Jack sighs, "Your mother is home in a few weeks, can we have a reception or something? It could be just our immediate family, or it could be a larger group."
"I'll see what Eli says."
One Month Later
"So, are we going to move our stuff in or get married first?" Ty asks his husband as they stand before the door of their new apartment.
"I'm still trying to figure out who carries whom over the threshold," Eli says.
"Oh, no, you don't," Ty pleads.
Eli scoops him up, and whisks him over the doorway. Ty grabs the doorway, and stops him cold. Eli wasn't expecting this, and it causes him to drop Ty, and fall. Ty loses his grip on the doorposts, and falls on top of him. Laughter turns to kissing.
"I think marriage sooner rather than later," Eli says.
"Good call," Ty says helping him off the floor, "How exactly are we going to do this?" Ty says glancing around at the empty apartment for something… holy.
Eli grabs Ty by the back of the neck, and pushes their foreheads together. Then he lets go of Ty's neck, and rests his hands on Ty's hips. He settles Ty closer to his body.
"Ok, I have got to start attending this new church of yours more regularly," Ty says.
Eli laughs, so close that Ty can taste it, "The benefits of a private wedding. I promise that as long as we are living I will be yours. I love you with my heart, my mind, and my body. From now on, every decision I make will have you as a factor. I will love you forever."
Eli waits for Ty to start his vows, and when he doesn't hear him begin, he starts to worry that Ty is rethinking it. Then he feels a drop land on his lip. "Ty, are you crying?"
"Shut up!" the hockey player replies.
Eli pulls away so he can see him more clearly, "It's ok. You can cry. After all, you're not wearing a dress on you wedding day.
Ty smacks his husband cheerfully on the shoulder. "I'm not going to top your speech. I got too much of my Dad's genes to be very good at the sappy speeches. I will tell you this. We are partners for life. We are an eternal team. I can't wait to start our adventure together."
Eli grins.
"I may now kiss the groom?" Ty asks.
Eli leans forward, and kisses Ty instead.
Ty pulls away a few minutes later, and gets his breath together before saying, "As much as I would love to continue that, everything we own needs to be moved this weekend, and the guy is delivering our furniture in a couple hours…"
"And we have to go to our wedding reception at your folk's tomorrow afternoon," Eli reminds him.
"Right, so we'd better… pause on the kissing for a bit," Ty says.
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Ty reaches for Eli, and he sees something like a flinch. He moves his hand away. Eli reaches for him, but the flinch doesn't leave his face. Ty pulls away.
"What's wrong?" Ty asks softly.
"Nothing, I just need to get over it."
"What do you need to get over?" Ty asks.
"I've read up on it in my pastoral care unit. Sometimes when young Christians get married they have a hard time moving from the 'sex is bad' thing to the 'yippee fun' thing."
"And it's even harder in your case," Ty says, running his hand through Eli's hair. He's back in familiar territory, and elicits no flinch.
"Right, but it's no big deal. We have to push through, and it will be fine," Eli says, leaning toward Ty.
"Ah, no way in hell!" Ty says, scooting back just an inch. "Sex is supposed to be fun."
"It will be… when I get used to it."
"No way. You didn't have to get used to kissing, or holding hands. You wanted to. We'll wait until you want this too."
"But it's our wedding night!" Eli protests.
"Yeah, and that's exciting enough. I'm going to get to spend a whole night beside the man I love. Maybe, if I'm really lucky he'll hold my hand," Ty says, offering his up.
Eli takes hold of it, "What if I'm never ready?" he asks.
"Then I guess you'll get you wish, and we'll both be celibate."
Eli glances at his husband, and sees that he's serious. "I don't think you can fathom how much I love you," he says, curling up next to the boy.
The Next Day
When the car pulls up holding Ty and Eli, Sam runs toward it. Ty opens his arms for a hug, but she wraps her arms around Eli, and says, "I just can't believe my little boy has gotten married."
"Ah, mom, I know you've been gone for a while, but you do know that I am your little boy right?" Ty asks.
"Yes, but he's the new one in the family, so he gets to be hugged," she says, not moving from her place.
"I bet you're glad we're not all planning on hugging you like that," Daniel says, approaching the group. They had decided that all of the SG-1 family had to be a part of this, the second marriage of an SG-1 baby. Sam reluctantly releases poor Eli, who is a little the worse for the wear.
"I don't think he'd mind a hug like from Daniel," Ty says.
Both Eli and Daniel's faces flash deep red.
"Your husband has a crush on my husband? That is just hilarious!" Vala exclaims.
"I do not have a crush on Daniel! I may have been intellectually fascinated by a fictional character based on him at one point in time, but even that isn't true anymore!" Eli says blushing.
"Dr. Levant? Eww," Vala says.
"Daniel is a lot like Dr. Levant," Jack says.
"He has never once suggested that glowing skull has rights," Vala defends crossing his arms.
"He once suggested a swarm of homicidal insects had rights," Teal'c puts in.*
"Don't forget those lizard people that were into terraforming," Jack says.
Before Jack can even realize his mistake before Eli, who didn't know about the Stargate program, Daniel covers. "The Laz people."
"Oh, and he did once suggest that a mountain was alive," Sam adds.
"And not with music," Jack adds.
Vala glares at them.
"They're not wrong," Daniel says, with a shrug.
As they all walk into the back yard for grilling Eli whispers to Ty, "I love how they act like aliens and stuff could be real, like it is on the show."
"Right, they are great at pretending," Ty says, wondering if he made the wrong call on not telling Eli about Wormhole Extreme. Sure, it would be illegal to let the cat out of the bag, but sometimes Ty could just feel himself not caring.
Six Months Later
Cassie didn't hold the baby the whole time that she was in the hospital with it. That was ok, because he was there to take care of the baby during the day, and the nurses could do it at night.
Except it wasn't ok, because eventually that little girl was going to be old enough that she would know that her mother didn't love her, and that was not the kind of pain that Rya'c wanted any child of his to ever feel.
The day after they come home, he makes sure to get Cassie all comfortable in bed, because humans take so much longer to recover than Jaffa women did. Then he make sure to take care of the baby, and got the children off to school (putting the baby in a car seat to come along to drop them off, because he didn't really want to leave her alone with her mother). Then he rocks his baby to sleep, and hops in the shower.
When he comes out of the shower, he hears singing. He pokes his head into his bedroom, and sees his wife cradling the tiny Ann, singing a lullaby from her homeworld that she sang to the older girl'=s when they were sick.
"I can take her," he offers.
"We're fine," she says, not even able to look up, because she is so mesmerized by the tiny face before her. "Ann cried while you were in the shower, and I changed, and feed, and rocked her. We're fine now," she repeats, but there are tears in her eyes.
"Cassie," he says, sitting down on the bed next to her.
"I knew that I couldn't make myself not care, or even not love her. But I love her so much," Cassie sobs.
"I know," he says, wrapping his shower-damp arm around the back of her neck.
"Tell me everything is going to be all right," Cassie demands, not lifting her eyes from the baby's face.
"What do you mean 'going to' be all right? It already is all right. Right here, in this second, everything is perfect."
*Some of the following are made up.