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The first time she'd come back, it had felt wonderful. Wonderful to see sights once taken for granted, to see Simon's face.
Now, she wanted to go back. Even if there was nothing - no one - to go back to. How many was it now? Rodney, Ronon, Caldwell, Lorne, Radek... John-
No. She couldn't think of that now, couldn't think of him. Now was not the time to mourn them.
But if not now, then when? When could she mourn them… him? When could she accept that the odds had beaten John Sheppard?
Not now. Never.
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“Children…? As in… plural?”
“Five or six wouldn’t be so bad, would it?”
“You are talking about adoption, right John.”
“Elizabeth…” he raised his brows and pouted ever so seductively. “Think about the fun we’d have making ‘em.” He kissed her shoulder as his thumb traced down her arm, making her shiver. “Lots and lots of fun.” His lips moved toward her neck.
With a growled “arrgh!” She tossed the covers aside and stood up with her hand on her hips, stark naked, glaring at him. “Men! You think it’s all fun and games until…ohhh, wait!” She flailed her arms up in the air. “Push, dear. Breathe and PUSH! And there’s the screaming and the ohh yeah… unbelievable painJohn raised himself up on his elbows. “I hear they have great drugs for that nowadays ( ... )
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