Before he'd started sleeping with Carter, Jack could honestly have said that he didn't have a favorite day of the week. But now Sundays had definitely jumped to the front of the pack. Because on Sundays -- at least, on the Sundays since she'd started sleeping with him -- she got all lazy-with-the-paper and just-one-more-cup-of-coffee and why-don't-you-join-me-in-the-bath. So yeah, Jack liked Sundays.

And despite the fact that he'd sliced his finger open while making home fries, today was showing signs of being an even better Sunday than most -- because he'd just stumbled on a treasure trove while searching for the band-aids.

Now, most people kept their band-aids in a perfectly obvious place -- the medicine cabinet, usually. But no, not his Carter. The amazing Carter organisational system had hidden them in some super-top-secret spot that no doubt made sense only to her (and maybe -- maybe -- to her dad). He'd managed to find them here once before, but that had been months ago and he'd be damned if he could remember where they were.

So he'd been randomly opening anything that could be opened, swearing occasionally, and in the very bottom drawer next to the sink, he'd found it. No, not the band-aids. The treasure trove. Oh, he was going to have so much fun mocking her with this.

He sucked on his finger, and reached for a kleenex to wrap it in while he poked through the drawer. Oh, wow. There were things in here he didn't even know how to use. And other things he recognised, of course (he wasn't that clueless). And then there was a big package of AA batteries.

He grinned. He'd figured she'd got up to something all those years, of course. But he'd never quite imagined this. And Sara had had a vibrator -- okay, maybe two, it was hard to remember now -- but ... Jesus. She'd had nothing on Carter's toy chest. Heh. The kind of toys she definitely didn't find at Toys R Us.

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