Responsibilities on Atlantis meant that as much as John wanted to take Fred on a honeymoon, such thoughts had to be postponed for the time being, especially with the reappearance of the wraith. Or at least the rumors of the wraith. Between trying to track down the validity of the reports that were filtering through and accompanying Rodney on the crystal test missions, time flew by. John was grateful for their friends, who not only made sure that Fred was all right but who kicked his own butt to remind him to go take a break and spend time with his wife. He knew Fred understood, but understanding or not, he didn't want to do to her what had torn apart his last marriage.
Fred meant to much to him for him to let that happen. Besides that, she was needing him a lot more lately since her sex drive had apparently kicked into overdrive with her second trimester. Not that he minded. He had also gotten a huge supply of peanut butter cups brought through the Gate as Fred was craving those. He had admit, he liked having them around too. He hadn't had much chocolate in a while.
After a particularly hectic month, though, Carter told them all - point blank - to take a day off. Rodney and Carson went fishing on the coast near the Athosian villages while Carter agreed to take Callie hiking. They took Jake with them so the dog could get some exercise. John decided it was time to teach Ronon golf, or at least how to hit a drive, so while Fred and Jennifer watched, they used the makeshift driving range John had set up several months before.
Ronon proved to be a natural. Almost too much of one. "You know," he said as Ronon's latest drive went sailing off into the distance, "when I said I thought you'd be good at this, I had no idea that we'd be worried for the local bird population."
"They should get out of the way when something comes flying at them," Ronon responded as he hit another ball.
John snorted as he lined up a shot and sent it off into the ocean. "By the way, what is that?" he asked, pointing to the other man's new neck piece.
"A thermometer."
John raised an eyebrow. "Jennifer threw that at you? I thought it had to be a rock."
"Well, as she said, there really aren't any rocks here. Besides, she's human," Ronon said.
Shaking his head, John let out a soft snort. "I knew that you wouldn't wait for her to throw a rock. I was technically right." Looking down, he saw that his ball had blown off the tee so he leaned over to pick it up. Suddenly, he heard giggling and looked over at his wife and Jennifer.
"She was looking at your bottom," Ronon told him, a smirk pulling at his lips.
"Was she now?" John crossed his arms and gave Fred a look, trying hard not to laugh, "Hey, I am not a piece of meat, you know!"