What the description says. Might turn it into a series of Post-The End Jate/Suliet drabbles later. Rating may also change if I do make more. Oh yeah and I don't own Lost.
Jack loved to sleep with the windows open. It was probably from his island days, when you slept on the beach and felt the ocean breeze through the cracks and flaps in your tent, but he always insisted the bedroom was too stuffy. He'd turn on the ceiling fan, open the windows and bring out more blankets if she complained she was cold.
Kate swore he'd regret it someday, when a burglar broke into their bedroom. He'd laugh and tell if that, if that ever did happen, he'd protect her. It was strange for her at first, most likely old habits from when she was on the run. But eventually, she looked forward to cuddling underneath the thick blankets with Jack. It was comforting to her, something safe, familiar and warm. Still, she'd tease him about it and, when he was staying late at work, she would fall asleep with them closed. They were always open when she woke, and Jack was snuggled up next to her.
So on her first night back, after Claire and Aaron are asleep, Kate opens the windows.