Author's Note: As this is a serie, please start from the first one.
For those who have read my previous three stories: I wasn't going to continue with my" lost" fan fics as it ends in semi-tragedy, but after a while I decided to change it. I want it to end happy instead. So, I'm back again, and I'll continue posting my stuff up for any one who wants to read it.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything of lost. If I do, Sayid will come out way more and I'll be able to see the series in New Zealand right now. I am so jealous of all those who can see the second season. I have to wait till next year.
Warning: This story contains an OC, strong religious connotations and anti-Boone and anti-Locke feelings. If such things will offend you, then please don't read it.
Additional note: many congratulation to Naveen Andrews who got nominated for the Emmy. This is not related to the story but I just want to congratulate Naveen Andrews, I think he defiantly deserves the nominee.
Sayid was wrenching his hand in agony, this was almost worse then the time that Minta refused to talk to him due to her nervous breakdown, or when Locke and Boone kidnapped her. She was in a crisis and yet he could not be beside her.
Well, he might have been allowed to remain with her if it wasn't for that fact that he was so agitated, causing Jack to be more concerned for him then for Minta, while Claire remarked out: "Sayid, you are not the one pregnant and about to give birth!"
"Jack knows what he's doing." Charlie assured the distressed husband, and about to be father. "Just take a look at Claire and her son! Claire is also helping Jack to deliver your child, nothing can go wrong. The baby is on time and Minta is in good hands."
"I have to agree with that, despite the fact that Jack and I will usually not agree on anything." Sawyer admitted reluctantly. "The doc does know what he is doing."
"Dudes, I agree. Just relax, Sayid." Hurley sat down beside them and handed Sayid a bottle of water. "It might be a good idea to think about a name for your child. And do you prefer to have a son or a daughter?"
"I want a daughter, someone like Minta. As for names, Minta and I have already decided." Sayid answered half heartedly, still glancing at his hut.
"So what is it?" Charlie asked.
"That's obvious. Their child will be named after me." Sawyer said with a swagger, winking at his closest friend. "James or Jamie Daniel. Suitable too, James is a biblical name."
"Dude, you are called James?" Hurley laughed, and then decided to join in the joke. "Maybe the child will be Hugo or…"
"Huga?" Sayid finally laughed. "Minta will slap me if I give our child such a name!"
After a while they spotted Jack making his way out of Sayid and Minta's hut, coming towards them. At this, Sayid suggested: "Maybe I'll name my child after the good doctor that delivered him or her."
"Jack Daniel?" Sawyer began to laugh uncontrollably. "Now that will defiantly result in two tight slaps in the face. Jack Daniel! You want your kid to be a born alcoholic?"
"Jack Daniels is one of the most well known brands of wine." Hurley explained to the rather confused Sayid between his own laughter.
"Well, I barely drink." Sayid protested. "Iraq is a Muslim country so I couldn't drink even if I wanted to. And in America I couldn't drink much either as I was living with Minta, drinking would result in disastrous results."
Their laughter was interrupted by Jack, who seemed very troubled.
"The child is fine, a baby girl." The doctor said, the expression on his face revealed that his worry was not simply based on the stereotypical view of Middle-Eastern men desiring sons.
"The mother?" Sawyer asked for Sayid.
"She is fine too, but…" Jack paused slightly. "It is that this birthing really drained her, she'll be physically weak for a very long time."
"Is that all?" Sayid breathed a sign of relief. "Gosh, don't do that to me Jack! I thought she was going to die or…"
"NO!" Jack yelled quickly. "It's just that she's left really weak but given a few months she'll be on her feet again."
"Can I go to my wife…and my daughter then?" Sayid chocked out.
She was lying in their makeshift hut, wearing her blue wedding dress with flowers scattered around her hair. Their daughter was cradled in her arms.
"Sayid, our daughter! She is so beautiful!" Minta whispered in great joy, beaming at the tiny figure wrapped in her shawl.
Sayid nodded, the lump in his throat prevented him from speaking. He couldn't believe that this was possible! That he would be blessed again by having a daughter.
"I am so happy." Minta said as Sayid bent down to held them both.
"I know.' He chocked. "Our daughter: Esther Inara Daniel."
"A beautiful child…" Minta said with a content smile before she laid down in Sayid's lap, finally drifting into rest.
Stoking his wife's hair with one hand, and cradling his new born daughter with the other, Sayid gave thanks to his God for the gifts that he had bestowed once more.
He recollected the day that Minta had agreed to marry him, and decided that he now felt a rival happiness.
Flashback
She had her arms around his waist, and her face was pressed against his mop of un-groomed curls. The wind buried her face with his hair as he peddled the bike faster.
"Where are you taking me Sayid?" Minta giggled.
The answer was not important though, she knew that he would never do any thing that would harm her intentionally. Beside, she was very happy to be riding on the back of his bike, with her body tightly pressed against the comfort his body provided.
His hand encircled her hip just as hers was, he lifted her off, his fingers lingering minutes longer then it actually needed to. She could feel the gentle and warm hands touching all of her when he only intended to readjust the veil around her eyes.
Sands trickled between her sandals and she could hear the waves crashing together. They spent many of their leisure time on the beach or in the ocean: always together.
Sayid was guiding her to a certain spot onto the beach. Even though she couldn't see anything, she was happy.
"Now!" Sayid ordered, his voice sounded a bit further then it should be.
Tearing her veil off she immediately saw Sayid, who was kneeling in front of her. Curious and puzzled she turned around to see the patch of the sand that Sayid was referring to.
There, on the sand, scratched by with a stick for the entire world to witness were the four words every woman dreamt of hearing or seeing.
WILL YOU MARRY ME?
Spinning around to Sayid she saw that he was now holding up a ring. It was not an overly expensive ring richly adorned with buds of diamonds. But to Minta, it was the most beautiful object in the worlds as it was the symbol of Sayid's love for her.
She nodded and watched Sayid breaking into an enormous smile, picking up her left hand he slid the ring in, then lifted it up to his lip as he stood.
"I love you." Minta whispered, embracing her fiancé.
Somewhere between their kisses her tears started to spill, when Sayid gently wiped them away she noticed that he was crying too.
"We will be so happy Minta. As long as you are there then I will always be so happy." Sayid whispered. "And we will always be together.
She nodded. "As long as you are there."
Author's Note: The reason I didn't want to put this up is that before the changes, Minta was actually going to die in childbirth. But I changed my mind and decided to make it happy. So that was the proposal I mentioned in the last story, that was what happened.
Esther is a Persian Queen in the bible, her story is the Book of Esther. While Inara (according to the website I used) is an Arabic name, and it means sent from heaven. Daniel is another person in the bible, and once again, his story is the book of Daniel.