Happy Birthday Gateroller!

By Dale Who

 

 

The car halted in the driveway and slowly, wearily, Chris made it to the front door…which was ajar.  The birthday girl popped her head around the door, looking worried.

 

“Hello?” she said quietly, leaving the door open in case a quick escape was needed.

 

“Dave??”

 

“He’s gone out for the evening…” said a deep smooth voice from the lounge, where Jack O’Neill was laying on the sofa, shirt undone fully, showing off a tight lean body as well as the undone top button of his dress uniform blue trouser.  There was a bottle of chilled white wine and two glasses, a huge bunch of red roses wrapped in white paper and a wrapped present on the floor next to the sofa, the ribbon made into curly bows atop the holographic paper…

 

Chris paused and her breathe hitched.  Jack noticed and smiled slyly.

 

“So birthday girl,” he growled still smiling, “Which thing would you like to unwrap first?”

 

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