If you’d have asked me a year ago, where I thought I’d be now, let me tell you, the answer wouldn’t have been lying in bed next to my adorable little major. In fact, if you’d have told me that his was going to happen, I’d have called you insane and sent you off to Doctor Mackenzie (rather you than me!) Yet here I am, freezing my ass off, while she’s nice and warm, all wrapped up in my covers. Whoever would have thought that Samantha Carter hogged the bed covers?
I have considered leaving the sanctuary of our room to find a blanket or a sleeping bag or something, but I don’t particularly want to disturb the rest of the rather full household, especially when all I’m wearing is a pair of Mickey Mouse boxer shorts. What can I say? They were a present from Sam (although I think our resident Disney fanatic, one Doctor Janet Fraiser, may have had more than a helping hand in choosing them). And as I’ve shown on many occasions that I’m willing to die for my love, wearing them is rather a small thing. Plus, she likes it, if you know what I mean.
Anyway, you see, if I venture out now, I run the risk of disturbing Teal’c, who’s kel-nor-reeming in the living room, or Jacob Carter, who’s staying in my spare room tonight at least. He took the news that I was sleeping with his daughter remarkably well. I wouldn’t be as calm as him if someone like me told me that he was in love with my daughter. (Note to self: check Cassie’s male friends and potential suitors) I guess there may be something to say for having a Tok’ra in your head after all.
And lastly, I can’t risk waking Daniel and Janet, who now both use their coffee addictions to fuel long nights of less productive SGC wise, but lots more fun ‘activities.’ According to Sam, Janet says that the only sleep that the pair seem to get is when Danny-boy’s off world, or they’re staying over at my house. No wonder Cassie decided that she wanted to move her room into the attic. I have to admit that I never saw this coming either, although looking back, it makes perfect sense, as it means that Daniel now has his very own portable doctor – and she’s pocket sized too. Hmm, better not say that to her, as her needles certainly aren’t, and she already likes sticking them in my ass far too much! But they’re happy together, and Cassie adores Daniel. I’ve got a feeling that it won’t be too long before she’s introduced to the wonderful world of being an older sister.
So, I’m here, watching my beloved sleep. She seems so innocent when she’s like this – probably because you can’t see the twinkle in her eyes, or hear some of the stuff she’ll come out with. She has a very creative mind, my Sammie does, and we get to put it to much better usage than just her doo-hickeys in the lab.
She looks so cute when she rolls herself up like this. Sometimes she’ll wrap herself up in a blanket in front of the fire. If I’m lucky, she’ll let me cuddle up with her under it. If I’m really lucky, she’ll be naked under there. We spent last Christmas in front of the fire, after I had lots of fun unwrapping my ‘present.’ Daniel still wonders why there’s a rug there now! Let’s just say that polished wooden floors may look good, but they don’t do much for naked bodies.
Ah ha! A chance for me to steal back my covers. Obviously she got too warm in there, so she unwrapped herself and threw them off her. That’s much better – I’m nice and warm now. But I suppose spending half the night cold is a small price to pay to be allowed to wake with her in my arms.
Ooh, she’s noticed the lack of covers on her side now. There’s no way you’re getting these back little missy – they’re mine now. I’m a man with a mission, and my mission is to keep my covers... wait a minute; I feel cold feet. She’s somehow managed to worm her way in next to me.
Just like she managed to worm her way into my heart.