Families, the word seemed strange on her tongue, it was a word that she hadn't spoken in months, maybe years and it seemed she wasn't about to start.
It stung, seeped into all the cuts and rubbed salt in them, family, when had she ever had a family?
Her eyes were dull with the shock of all of this, all of them, the island, and all she could think of, as she watched the small life wiggle and smile on her lap, was would he have a family?
The sun burned her eyes as she watched them, a huge reunion going on before her eyes and the only thing she did was put her lips on his head, Aaron Littleton, not Austen, and whisper secrets into his little ears, I'm alone, I'm alone but maybe you're here now, maybe.
Her feet moved forward, one step at a time, the little thing growing heavier in her arms as she watched and watched until she was pushed forward, they want to ask you some questions.
And the lies that he spoke, so perfectly it made her sick and all she could think of was the truth, the truth that swelling inside of her until one day it would bust open and all of it would come trembling out of her lips.
The Island full of questions and no answers, blood and familiar faces, and Claire, oh Claire.
His eyes were wet with tears, mother, mommy, and all he saw was the lost family before his wet eyes and nothing else, not even her.
Her that he had whispered those heated words to one night on the island, I love you.
I love you floats on past her and all that comes is I hate you, I hate you, I wish I hated you.
The words chill her, Miss Auston's baby; it takes all her will to not scream at herself and them, not mine, he's not mine and he never will be.
Every single word, all frilly and full of liars, there liars, they floated over her head, never reaching her ears and never had the chance to sink in.
They come to her, eyes full of hate, hate just for her and her alone, bringing it up and shoving it in her face, murder, murder.
It was over; she took a long breath as she was taken far from all the people and questions that she couldn't answer, the farther she went the more her heart ached, busting inside her chest almost ready to pop out.
The words rang true, we're in shock, but somehow it wasn't enough and she knew it should be something else, we should be dead, and we should be on the island, forever and ever until we die.
"Kate?"
His voice rang in her head for a moment before she looked up at him, clean cut clothes and slipping back into his life like nothing happened, like it never took place, and her eyes said, I wish I hate you.
"What do you want, Jack?"
It came out as a whisper and laughing at her for being in shock.
"Do you want me to hold him; you've been holding him the whole day. I don't want you to get tired."
A trusting smile was on his lips and all she saw was the wickedness and hate she wished she had for him, her hands held tighter to the wiggling thing.
"Jack, you can hold Aaron when you bring his mother back."
The shock settled back in and she turned her face away from his opened-mouthed one, and all she could think of was not a hero but a big damn one, Sawyer, why did I leave Sawyer?
I'm a mother now, no more Jack, no more Sawyer, only him, only Aaron.