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A kid.
Me, a father. I still stop in my tracks every time I have that thought. Its...humbling. Scary as hell.
Soon, I'll have to face Elizabath, and tell her. I wont make Summer carry a lie around. I'm the superior officer, I'll take the brunt of the blame. Then again, on more than one occasion, Elizabeth has pretty much flipped the bird at regs. This is a civilian run expedition, which she wont let me forget. I'm damn lucky General O'Neill went back. He would have ripped me a new one, if he found out I knocked up a Lieutenant.
It could be worse, though. If Summer was on my team, I dont think there would be anything left to bury, if O'Neill was the one I had to answer to. His head would have exploded. Boom. Probably has a lot to do with the fact that he and Lt. Colonel Carter...well, if you dont know the story, then you're seriously out of the loop. Because I wasnt even stationed at Cheyenne, and I got it.
But I'm answering to Lizzy, thank God. (Although, if I wanna live, I dont think I'll call her Lizzy. She gets this...gleam...in her eyes when you do. Trust me, its scary.) So hopefully, it wont be too bad. Best case scenario: I get my ass chewed out, continously, for the next several months. Worse case scenario: Weir strips me of command, sends Summer back...no, sends me back, and I'm black listed again.
Lets hope for best case, ok?
Nobody, Summer included, seems to get why I freak so damn much, over her being in danger. Ok, now I wanna see a show of hands, of anyone who would willingly send their significant other, into battle. Yeah, thats what I thought. Thing is, I have the pull to keep her at least kind of out of harm's way, and I have Carson to back me up. I just wanna go 'neener neener neener' every time he pulls the stress card on her. Its beautiful.
I just hope this doesnt fuck things up for us. Summer is the only person I've ever met, who can deal with both sides of this coin, without breaking stride. I mean, of course, I'm gonna...eventually...be gentler in bed. (That blows.) But I mean...how many girls would be ok with the fact that you like to fuck, and hard, but you also just love to feel their softness and warmth, in the aftermath? None that I've ever met, aside from Summer. I'm damn lucky to have her.
Dear God:
This is John Sheppard. I know we dont talk much. I get busy, what with the imminent doom, and constant galatic struggle. But I just wanted to make you an offer. You help me do this, help me protect Summer and be a Father, and I promise I'll do everything in my power to raise this kid right. (And probably marry her, dont want a kid growing up in sin, huh?)
Thanks,
John.
Me, a father. I still stop in my tracks every time I have that thought. Its...humbling. Scary as hell.
Soon, I'll have to face Elizabath, and tell her. I wont make Summer carry a lie around. I'm the superior officer, I'll take the brunt of the blame. Then again, on more than one occasion, Elizabeth has pretty much flipped the bird at regs. This is a civilian run expedition, which she wont let me forget. I'm damn lucky General O'Neill went back. He would have ripped me a new one, if he found out I knocked up a Lieutenant.
It could be worse, though. If Summer was on my team, I dont think there would be anything left to bury, if O'Neill was the one I had to answer to. His head would have exploded. Boom. Probably has a lot to do with the fact that he and Lt. Colonel Carter...well, if you dont know the story, then you're seriously out of the loop. Because I wasnt even stationed at Cheyenne, and I got it.
But I'm answering to Lizzy, thank God. (Although, if I wanna live, I dont think I'll call her Lizzy. She gets this...gleam...in her eyes when you do. Trust me, its scary.) So hopefully, it wont be too bad. Best case scenario: I get my ass chewed out, continously, for the next several months. Worse case scenario: Weir strips me of command, sends Summer back...no, sends me back, and I'm black listed again.
Lets hope for best case, ok?
Nobody, Summer included, seems to get why I freak so damn much, over her being in danger. Ok, now I wanna see a show of hands, of anyone who would willingly send their significant other, into battle. Yeah, thats what I thought. Thing is, I have the pull to keep her at least kind of out of harm's way, and I have Carson to back me up. I just wanna go 'neener neener neener' every time he pulls the stress card on her. Its beautiful.
I just hope this doesnt fuck things up for us. Summer is the only person I've ever met, who can deal with both sides of this coin, without breaking stride. I mean, of course, I'm gonna...eventually...be gentler in bed. (That blows.) But I mean...how many girls would be ok with the fact that you like to fuck, and hard, but you also just love to feel their softness and warmth, in the aftermath? None that I've ever met, aside from Summer. I'm damn lucky to have her.
Dear God:
This is John Sheppard. I know we dont talk much. I get busy, what with the imminent doom, and constant galatic struggle. But I just wanted to make you an offer. You help me do this, help me protect Summer and be a Father, and I promise I'll do everything in my power to raise this kid right. (And probably marry her, dont want a kid growing up in sin, huh?)
Thanks,
John.