Goodnight, Everything

Author:  Orrymain
Category:  Slash, Drama, Established Relationship
Pairing:  Jack/Daniel ... and it's all J/D
Rating:  PG-13
Season:  Beyond the Series - March 1, 2008
Spoilers:  None
Size:  14kb, ficlet
Written:  July 29, August 1-2, 2016, December 13-14, 2017
Summary:  Jack and Daniel enjoy time with their babies.
Disclaimer:  Usual disclaimers -- not mine, wish they were, especially Daniel, and Jack, too, but they aren't.  A gal can dream though!
1) Sometimes, Jack and Daniel speak almost telepathically.  Their “silent” words to each other are indicated by asterisks instead of quotes, such as **Jack, we can't.**
2) Silent, unspoken thoughts by various characters are indicated with ~ in front and behind them, such as ~Where am I?~

Goodnight, Everything
by Orrymain

Jack and Daniel were putting their five youngest children to bed.  The Munchkins were in their extra large crib, while the twins shared another roomy crib.  As the fates would have it, the babies weren't settling down, all fidgeting and demanding attention.  Their little arms and legs were flailing all over and all manner of baby gurgles, giggles, and other noises were bandied about.

“Maybe we should try telling them a story,” Daniel suggested, happy to spend more time with the five children and perhaps needing it even more.

Less than a month ago, the birth mother to the babies, Kayla Armentrout, was killed by a drunk driver in an automobile accident.  The coroner was sure she'd never felt a thing.  The lovers, especially Daniel, were still reeling from the death.  He felt Kayla's loss deeply and he sensed the young ones did as well.  Jack was playing the strength card, only it was a cover to help get Daniel and the kids get through this tragic time.

“Brilliant idea, Doctor Jackson,” the older man quipped.  ~A few extra minutes with the kiddies is what we both need.~

“That's Jackson-O'Neill, General,” Daniel replied, leaning in for a kiss that caused Aislinn to giggle loudly.

“What do you think that means?” Jack asked his husband.

“What does what mean?”

“She always giggles when we kiss.”

“I think it's your imagination,” Daniel put forth.  “Oh, Babe, I bought a new storybook when I was out this afternoon.”

The archaeologist retrieved the book from the shelf where he'd placed it earlier in the day.  He handed it to Jack, who flipped through it quickly.

“Simple idea,” Jack opined.  “Interesting artwork, too.”

“The clerk recommended it,” Daniel noted.

“Kids, listen up.  This is your dad, the general.  Attention!”

The five babies grew quiet with all eyes on Jack, who began to smirk as he glanced at his husband.  Then he heard it.  The unmistakable sound of baby spit-up and gas.  Jack looked slowly at the five children and saw a grin he recognized.

“Daniel, take care of your son.”

The archaeologist chuckled as he picked up his namesake and praised in a Jack-like tone, “That's my boy.”

“Figures,” Jack groused.  “He's not going to take orders, is he?”

Daniel simply grinned before tending to the middle Munchkin and thinking, ~Keep it up, Little Danny.  Your dad needs to be kept on his toes, and we're the ones to do it.~

Finally, the sixteen-month-old triplets and their not-quite-six-month-old brother and sister were ready for their story.  While Jack held up the book for the babies to see, Daniel watched over the children, affixing their blankets and preparing to intercede, if necessary.

“It's time to say goodnight,” Daniel spoke softly to his brood.  “Pay attention.  Dad's going to teach you how to say goodnight, too.”

Jack took a breath, intending to read the story aloud, but then he frowned.  Instead of starting the oration, he shook his head and looked at the babies.

“You know what, kids, you're smarter than this book.”  Jack flipped through a few pages, displaying them to the children.  “You know what goodnight is and now we're going to say it, to everything.  That's what this whole book is about: saying goodnight to everything.”

Understanding and agreeing with his lover's decision, Daniel reached upward at the Winnie-the-Pooh mobile that hung above the Munchkins' crib and said, “Goodnight, Winnie,” while touching the bear that hung as part of the overhead intrigue.  “You take care of Roo and Tigger and Eeyore ...”

“... and Piglet,” Jack interjected.  “Never forget the pork.”

“Jack!” Daniel chastised to his beaming husband.  “Dad's right.  You have to take care of all the souls in the Hundred Acre Woods.”  He smiled and repeated, “Goodnight, Pooh Bear.”

“Goodnight blanket,” Jack spoke as he tugged on Ricky's powder blue blanket, unintentionally triggering a crying outburst from the male twin.  “Hey, I'm not taking it.  It's all yours.”  He smiled when he saw the littlest child make a happy sound.  He also noticed the baby's hands were doing their best to grip the blanket securely.  ~He's not going to give this thing up.  Note to self: need a good distraction before washing the blanket and I think it's about time we wash it, too.~

“Goodnight, changing table,” Daniel spoke as he rubbed the top of the table.

“Goodnight, window,” Jack stated while pointing at the window at the same time Daniel touched it.

“And goodnight blinds,” the archaeologist told the coverings as he pulled them taut.  “You keep the darkness from creeping in at night and during the day, you keep out the sunshine.  Sometimes that's good and sometimes it's not so good.”

“Goodnight, Jenny's fingers,” Jack laughed lightly as he gently tapped on Jenny's fingers.  “I love your touch, Jenny girl.  I love how your fingers reach around mine.  It connects us.  I like that.  Goodnight little fingers,” he added before leaning way over the crib and kissing the tiny digits.

“Goodnight, crib.”

“Goodnight, light,” the silver-haired man called out before he walked over and turned off the switch, causing the room to go dark.

“Goodnight, baby monitor,” Daniel added, “although that's not really accurate since you stay with Dad and me all the time when we aren't in the same room with our babies.  You help us to keep our children safe.  We trust you not to fail us, or them.”

“Goodnight, goodnight book,” Jack mused as he opened and closed for the last time the book that was the inspiration for the simplistic demonstrations currently being done.  “You brought us amusement and more pleasure with our kids.”

“Goodnight, our little miracle,” Daniel sighed as he smiled down at Aislinn.  “You're so beautiful.”  He turned and reached down to caress Jenny's face as he continued, “And so are you, Jenny.  We're so thankful to have you, all of you, in our lives.”

Jack motioned at Jonny and noted he was fast asleep.  Just then, Ricky let out with a great big yawn and his eyelids fluttered shut.  Three seconds later, he was asleep.

“Goodnight, onesie,” Daniel whispered as he very lightly ran his hand over Aislinn's bedtime apparel, one made in the same vein as the other four onesies warming the children in their cribs.  He sighed, “I'm sorry I let Dad do this.”

“What do you mean?” Jack asked in a raised yet hushed voice.

“Jack, you had specially made onesies sewn.”


“In the colors of the Colorado Avalanche with their logo and players all over the thing.  Our little girls ...”

“Careful, Love.”

“As I was saying, our little girls *and* boys may not love or care about hockey.”

“It's in their genes,” Jack refuted.  ~They've been playing hockey from the day with brought them home, almost.~

“Sorry, young brood.  I tried.”

“Goodnight, Dad,” Jack softly expressed as he pointed at himself.  He chuckled when Aislinn's arms seemed to reach out for him and then moved as if she was swatting a fly.  ~Involuntary reflex.  You love your old man, don'tcha, Princess?~  His mouth upturned into a big grin when he saw the youngest Munchkin smile at him.  “I love you, all of you.”

Daniel motioned over at Jenny, her eyes closed.  Seconds later, Aislinn joined her sister in slumber.

“Look at you, Little Danny,” Daniel mused quietly.  “Your brothers and sisters are all asleep now, and you're still studying the world.”

“Maybe not the world, but us.”

“We are his world, Jack.”

“Yeah.  Ain't that grand?” Jack asked with a happy grin and peaceful feeling.

“Sleep, son.  It's time to rest.  You can study your world more in the morning.  Close your eyes and say goodnight to this day.”

“Goodnight, day,” Jack said as if to officially end this period of activity.  “In the morning, we'll greet the sun and start all over.”

“Goodnight, night.”  Daniel let out a contented sigh.  “We love you.”

Apparently hearing the words, Little Danny let out with a giant yawn and then succumbed to sleep.  Jack and Daniel shared a smile before leaving the room.  Downstairs, their Mouseketeers were waiting.  The parents wanted to spend a half-hour or so with them, just talking or playing, and then it would be time for David and Chenoa to turn in for the night.  Jennifer was allowed to stay up a bit longer since she was older than the rest of her siblings.

“They seemed to like that goodnight, this and that,” Jack observed as he headed downstairs with his lover.

“I, uh, think it was ... sweet.”

“Daniel, there's something in your tone.”

“Babe, has it occurred to you that there, uh, well, that this ... concept could be used in, well, a lot of different ways.”

Jack stopped walking, causing Daniel to stop and turn to face him, an enticing grin on his face that was accompanied by a twinkling in his eyes.

“Daniel, are you thinking what I'm thinking?”

“I'm thinking that if we time this right, we can spend some quality time with Jen, David, and Noa before they go to bed and that we can, uh, well ... experiment, if you know what I mean, and maybe, uh ... well, we might ... you know, before the babies wake us up.”

“Wake ... us ... up?” Jack asked in a shocking staccato tone.

“Okay, well, disturb our ... experiment?”

Jack grinned and put forth, “Goodnight, sleep.  We've some experimenting to do.”


It was a different way of saying goodnight on this evening for Jack and Daniel who, though still dealing with Kayla's death, were enjoying life in Colorado Springs, especially now that they had eight wonderful children to love and care for in their family.  Two woofs of greeting as the soulmates stepped into the living room reminded them that their world of joy extended not only to their brood, but to their beagles.  Yes, life was both joyful and painful, but no matter what it was at any given time, there was always human and canine love surrounding the soulmates, warming them to the depths of their hearts every second of every day.

~~Finis - Finished - Done - The End - But is it ever Really?~~

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