N/A: Thanks for people who reviewed and added this FF to their favorites! Yet, I must be warning: This time it has mature content, so if you don't feel comfortable with that, you should skip the end of this chapter. Thanks everyone and keep reviewing! I knew I said I'd add every Friday, but I just couldn't wait to write this chapter. Xoxo!

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"Do you need any help?" Kate asked. Claire was holding Aaron with one arm and preparing food with the other.

"Sure. Thanks!" Claire smiled and carefully handed Aaron to Kate, who looked at her with a confused expression – She meant help with the food, not with Aaron. Kate looked down at the baby, who looked back at her, with a funny expression.

"Well… Maybe I could finish the food for you, huh?" Kate said, with a weak expression. She hadn't moved yet, like she was afraid of dropping the baby.

"Nah, that's okay. I already started it anyway. Just hold Aaron for a little while, he likes the company of other people. You know, he's always with me, so when someone else holds him he seems to love it!" Claire smiled at Kate and continued with her work, doing the food. It smelled good, Kate thought. "Well… He used to have Charlie, but now…" Claire froze at that thought. Her face suddenly looked painful and a lot older than it was. "It's… Kind of hard to me, you know? His father… I mean, Aaron's father…" She corrected. "He wanted me to have Aaron… Maybe more than I wanted. But after a while, he just told me to leave. I didn't understand it… We were good. And he suddenly told me to go, that he didn't want Aaron anymore… Then… Well." Claire sighed, and Kate thought she had seen her wipe a tear. "Then Charlie came and loved Aaron as his own. And now he's gone… And will never come back. I'm totally alone at this."

Kate stood still for a while, hearing to Claire's words. She suddenly felt her stomach twist, the way she always felt every morning. But now it wasn't for the same reason. It was because of Claire's words. Everything she said could fit in Kate's situation. She didn't want to admit it to herself… She was afraid of thinking that, afraid that someone would hear her thoughts. She was totally scared ever since that morning.

"Damn it!" Kate spoke as she threw up. Sun was standing next to her, patting her back.

"Don't worry… It'll get better soon. I promise." Sun stopped speaking, thinking of what she was going to say next. She tried to be careful with her words, but she knew she needed to tell Kate about it. She didn't know if Kate was aware of her own situation or not… But Sun needed to tell her about it. "The morning sickness… They won't last too much, maybe a few weeks." She stopped, looking at Kate, who froze, shocked, trying to process the new information. Sun decided it was better to keep the speech. "At least I don't have them anymore. I can give you some herbs so you can make some tea with them… They'll help you feel better."

"I… I'm not pregnant, Sun." Kate spoke, slowly. Sun glanced at her and gave her a weak smile, obviously realizing that she had decided do deny it.

"Oh… I understand. Anyway, if you need anything… Just call me, alright?"

Kate nodded. She looked at Sun as she got up and walked towards Jin, who was calling for her in Korean.

Kate carefully walked towards the couch and sat down there, with Aaron on her lap. He was still staring at her with his beautiful and shiny blue eyes. Kate suddenly felt uncomfortable. It was like the baby wanted to say something to her but couldn't, because he obviously couldn't speak yet. So, he would stare at her like that.

Before she could say anything else, they heard someone call from the door. "Heyyy, mamacita, are you there? Locke's comin' here, so I thought I should let you know, so nobody's gonna be surprised about that, huh? Damn it, I can't believe how kind I am."

Claire and Kate rolled her eyes, but soon the realized what he had just said. Kate rushed towards the door with Aaron and opened up for Sawyer. He looked at her, a bit shocked at first. He didn't know why. He looked at Aaron, and then at Kate. He forced a fake smirk to cover his previous expression.

"You almost fooled me, Freckles!" He said, as Kate looked confused at him. "But this can't be ours. He doesn't have Freckles like you." He smiled a little bit. Kate blushed, grabbed his arm and pulled him into the house, making him sit down on the couch.

"What are you talking about? Was that some kind of joke?" Kate asked, seriously, still holding Aaron in her arms. Sawyer watched her, as Aaron played with her hair. He truly smiled this time. That scene was touching, but he also felt a little scared, though he didn't know why. He, once again, covered his expression with a smirk.

"Hell, Freckles! That's no joke! That kid ain't mine, you know that!"

"For God's sake, Sawyer, just quit the jokes for once!" Kate shouted at him. Aaron started to cry, probably scared by her yelling. She held him closer to her, cuddling him in her arms in a way that she didn't know she could do. He started to calm down. Sawyer watched the scene, frozen. He didn't know why, but it made him shiver.

"Locke's comin'. You should hide somewhere." He said, sighing. Claire, who was watching everything with no speaking pulled them both by their arms, and made them walk upstairs, into Kate's room.

"You'd better stay there. I'll take care of this." She took Aaron from Kate's arms and closed the door, leaving Kate and Sawyer there and going back downstairs. Kate breathed slowly. She was nervous, though she didn't know why. She was wearing jeans and a green blouse that didn't cover her belly. Sawyer stared at her belly. Was it his impression, or it got bigger in the two weeks they hadn't seen each other? She noticed him staring and quickly grabbed a coat, putting it on. He found it weird of her, because it was really hot to wear that, but didn't say anything this time.

"So… Did you come here only to warn me about Locke? " She asked, trying to get this mind off of what she knew he was thinking about before. He looked up to her face now, and walked towards the bed, sitting down there.

"Nah, not really. As a matter of fact, I came to see if I would be invited for dinner. Big mountain there ate all the food, I've been starvin' the last few days." He smirked and laid on the bed. "Son of a bitch! I'm wet! What the hell is wrong with this water? It stinks more than the doc!"

Kate laughed. Sawyer looked at her madly, and she gave him a smile. "Aaron. I didn't get a chance to clean it up yet. Sorry. But you can clean yourself in the bathroom." She pointed at a door in the room. "Sawyer sighed deeply and walked towards the bathroom, pissed off.

"Damn it! That's why I'll never have children! Don't need any stupid thing to piss on me!"

Kate froze, her eyes suddenly becoming sad. Sawyer looked at her, ready to complain a bit more, but stopped when he noticed the look in her face. She looked truly sad and hopeless. He took his shirt off and threw it at the ground, smelling himself. He didn't smell bad, and his skin wasn't wet either. He walked towards Kate.

"What's that look in your face, Freckles?" He spoke, trying not to sound arrogant, but still sounding a little bit anyway. She seemed to wake up from that and looked up at him, with a serious expression.

"Nothing. I'm just tired." She tried to walk past him, but he grabbed his arm and held her still.

"I know you better than you believe, sweet cheeks. So, you mind tellin' me or will I have to find out myself?"

Kate forced a smile. "I guess you'll have to find it out yourself, then." She tried to walk past him again, but again, he grabbed her arm and pulled her close, pressing his body against hers.

"Hell, Freckles, why do you wanna leave me so much?" He smirked again, pulling her even closer, pressing his body against hers. She felt her blood rush as his naked chest pressed against her breasts. She breathed deeply and gave in, pulling him closer and kissing him, pushing her tongue into his mouth. He lifted her up and she folded her legs around his waist. It was enough for him. He quickly removed her coat, throwing it to the ground and pressing her against the wall with no ceremony. She moaned – It was exactly the way she liked it. She quickly removed her own shirt and threw it to the ground, next to her coat. He quickly unwrapped her bra, removing it and tossing it to the floor. She felt her cheeks blush as he lowered his head and kissed her breasts, licking her nipples and massaging her other breast with one hand, still holding her pressed to the wall with his other hand and with his own body. She moaned as he worked at her breasts, and started unbuttoning his jeans with her hands, pulling them down. She pushed her hand into his boxers, noticing that he was already hard. He dropped her to the ground and started removing her jeans as well, as she kissed him forcefully. As soon as he was done with her jeans, he turned her around, so that she was facing the wall, pressing her breasts against it. She shivered when he did that, because the wall was freezing. He smirked and kissed her ear, biting it slowly, working one hand back to her breast, massaging her nipples. He pressed his lower area against her butt, as with the other hand, he started to slowly remove her panties. When he was done at undressing her, he slid his hand back up, pushing his hand between her legs, pressing his fingers there slowly and carefully. She soon became wet, and he knew it was the time to start. He grabbed her waist and pulled her closer to him, lowering his boxers a bit, not even wasting time removing them. He opened her legs a little bit, and started to penetrate her. She moaned and pressed her own body against his, as he started to thrust into her, pressing her even more against the wall, her face facing it. He started slowly, but then fastened, making her whole body shiver and tremble. It felt great, she thought. He knew exactly the way she liked it. Violent. Wild. He painted into her ear, massaging her clitoris as he moved into her fast, and she moaned louder than she should, but she couldn't help herself. She suddenly thought of Claire down there with Locke, and they both moaning out loud, everybody realizing they were having sex upstairs. It would be funny, though embarrassing and tragic. But she couldn't help herself. It was too much for her. As he fastened even more, she painted and moaned even louder than before. He knew how to drive her crazy. She pressed against the wall, rubbing her body against his. He massaged her breast with one hand, her clitoris with the other and moved fast inside her. She couldn't take it anymore. Neither could he. The both of them pressed more against each other, reaching the orgasm together. Sawyer grasped her breasts and gave it a last thrust into her. He collapsed against her, as her whole body twisted in pleasure. He moved away from her a little bit, and she finally turned away to face him, her cheeks pink. He smiled at her, sweating. She smiled back, giving him a little kiss on the lips. He picked her up and carried her to the bed, but then stopped when he remembered it was wet because of Aaron. He set her on the floor, and she slowly walked towards her clothes, picking them up and putting them on. He did the same, first puling his boxers up to cover his lower area, and then started to put his jeans back on. She turned to face him. Maybe it was the time to tell him the truth. The truth about her condition. She just didn't know how to begin. The both of them stared at each other for a while. Sawyer seemed to notice that she wanted to tell him something.

"Sawyer…" She began. "I have something to tell you."

"I'm all ears, sweet cheeks!" He gave her a smirk and sat down on the dry side of the bed. She kept staring at him. God, it was so hard. She opened her mouth to speak again, but something stopped her - A loud fuss downstairs. The both looked at each other, and Sawyer went in front of her, opening the door carefully and looking down to see what it was. Down there, Claire and Locke laid on the ground, lifeless. And Aaron – Aaron was gone.