Locke woke up as the sun had just started to rise. He slowly sat up and rubbed his eyes. For some reason he felt both exhausted and ecstatically happy, but he couldn't recall why. As he turned over on the plane-seat bed, he suddenly remembered.
A huge smile of pleasure spread over his care-worn face. The beautiful and slender young woman that was lying, fast asleep, next to him was Claire. She looked so perfect but delicate as she slept. Images of the night before flashed through Locke's mind. If it wasn't for Claire being there with him he would have thought it had all been a dream.
Gently he brushed a strand of her long, blonde hair away from her face. He stroked her cheek fondly, in total bliss. He loved her so much. Then Claire's eyelids slowly fluttered open, her crystal blue eyes gazed up at him. "I love waking up to you John," she murmured, as she wrapped her arms around him.
They lay there snuggled up together, with Locke's chin rested gently on the top of Claire's head. Slowly the rest of the camp started to wake up, the air was filled with the sounds of people going about their morning routines. Suddenly there was a gurgling from the crib in their tent, Aaron had woken up. "I'd better see to him," Claire said finally. Locke nodded and Claire reluctantly got out of bed, but not before he had planted a light but passionate kiss on her lips.
Whilst Claire fed and saw to the baby, Locke began to get dressed. He still couldn't believe it. Claire actually loved him.