Fandom: Stargate SG-1
Category: Double drabble. Gen. Jack, Sara, and Charlie.
Summary: Even a big boy can dream, right?
Note: Written for a random word prompt of: Bulldozer.
Jack leaned back on the couch and sighed.
“That was fun,” he said, “but I’m exhausted.”
“Tell me about it,” answered Sara.
“At least he finally wore himself out, too” said Jack, nodding to his son, sleeping in the armchair across the room.
“Must be nice,” murmured Sara, “but us grown-ups aren’t done yet.”
“We’re not?” asked Jack, genuinely confused.
Sara gestured to the mess in the room.
Jack groaned. “Just leave it. We can get it tomorrow.”
Suddenly rejuvenated, he waggled his eyebrows at Sara suggestively, hoping to do something other than cleaning.
Sara smacked him on the leg. “Nope. My parents are coming over tonight, remember? Come on. I’ll get the broom.”
Jack snorted. “Fine,” he groused, slowly getting up. “But I think a bulldozer would be more appropriate.”
Sara laughed and shoved a trash bag into Jack’s hands.
An hour later, the wrapping paper and boxes were bagged up and the toys were put away.
Jack put the broom up and sighed.
They’d cleaned up Christmas for another year.
Charlie woke just in time for a bath and a change of clothes before his grandparents arrived, at which time Jack promptly wished for a bulldozer yet again.