I'd come in early to bake bread, bringin William with me since Spike was nowhere to be found. I had him settled in his playpen for the majority of the day, only picking him up once I had dinner set out
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"You know, I don't keep a calendar handy but it's gotta be my favorite day of the week if you're the one in here." Jack was downright cheerful because any time Vala was in the kitchen he ended up going home full and happy. Besides, Vala had the kid with her and Jack could always use that particular brand of amusement. Jack glanced around, trying to survey what was on the menu.
And then he saw it. Jell-o. Glorious Jell-o. He'd never been one for commissary food but it was hard to screw up Jell-o and Jack had some fond memories of conning the mess workers into extra.
"Yes, but you can tell me again," I told him cheerfully. "Honestly, Jack, I wouldn't mind if you went on and on about me in the slightest bit. I may be my own favorite topic."
I may have, maybe, been joking a little. But not much. I do love compliments.
"Well then. Let me worship at the Altar of Vala," Jack quipped, tempering it with a grin. "Did you know Carter's here? She showed up a couple weeks ago. Never been happier to see someone in my life...the woman's brilliant."
"Hey, little man," Sam said, ruffling William's hair. God, he was a cute kid. Not that Sam had known that many kids to be able to make a judgement, but he really was. Cute as a button. "Hey, Vala. Mmm, this smells great--ooh, jello."
Sam grinned. "You know, it's not really a dessert to get too worked up about, considering," she admitted, "but I guess sometimes I'm just five years old. The blue kind is my favorite, but the red's good too."
"Someone missing?" Ronon asked, as he stepped into the kitchen watching Vala with her son. He picked up a still warm muffin and pulled a bright blue feather out of his hair. He'd cleaned that up for the baby to play with. He held it out so William could reach for it if he wanted.
"Oh, I highly doubt it. Just his father...he's been scarce," I replied. William took the feather slowly and studied it for a moment before showing it to me. I nodded.
Ronon was unimpressed with this news - not that he knew much about William's father. He didn't think that was much of a way to go on but if Vala had a problem with him or wanted Ronon's help tracking him down she'd probably soon say so. "Good," he said. "You?"
"I'm doing well. I'm waiting for a gift. I didn't get one last year until the last day of the month, but everyone has gotten something it seems, so of course I won't be left out. I mean, honestly, if anyone should get gifts, it's me," I told him...then narrowed my eyes a little. "Have you gotten something yet?"
"Him who?" Daniel asked, setting down his book in favor of making his way over to examine the muffins that Vala had made. His left had was still in a cast and likely would be for a while, but he was just glad that he hadn't broken his right wrist. There were some things that were awkward to do with the non-dominant hand.
"Oh." For some reason, Daniel just couldn't find it in him to be all that upset at that the prospect. Still, for Vala's sake, he found some emotion other than relief. "I'm sorry."
She tries not to think about her first pregnancy. Tries, but it isn't so easy. Every detail, she finds herself holding up in comparison. With Jessica, all she'd wanted were sweets. This time, once the morning sickness vanished, it's salt. She's never been much of a beef eater, but stepping into the kitchen, she's practically drooling.
She'd hunted bats down there in the dark. It's a fact she's still struggling to forget.
Every day it's a little more real than the day before. She's going to be a mother, and the woman and child there in front of her are an even more jarring reminder.
I was fixing myself a plate and a cup of coffee, and looked around for the sugar to discover it was just beyond my reach. I caught the eye of the woman next to me and nodded toward the little bowl. "Could you pass the sugar?"
"Of course," she says, blinking away her thoughts and offering the woman a smile as she passes over the bowl, one hand falling to the slight swell of her belly. Only a little over four months in and she is becoming more and more protective of herself and the child she is carrying.
The gesture did not go unnoticed; time spent in the clinic and watching the women on the island in all stages of pregnancy had made it a familiar one, and as she moved I could see the slight bump where she had begun to show. "When are you due? If it's not an impertinent question," I added with a smile.
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And then he saw it. Jell-o. Glorious Jell-o. He'd never been one for commissary food but it was hard to screw up Jell-o and Jack had some fond memories of conning the mess workers into extra.
"Vala, I ever tell you that you're my favorite?"
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I may have, maybe, been joking a little. But not much. I do love compliments.
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Especially when she was a pretty someone.
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"How have you been, Ronon? Other than engaged?"
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"It's just strange, is all. There's been no sign of him at all. That's strange, don't you think?"
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She'd hunted bats down there in the dark. It's a fact she's still struggling to forget.
Every day it's a little more real than the day before. She's going to be a mother, and the woman and child there in front of her are an even more jarring reminder.
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She knows how quickly everything can disappear.
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