Thanks so much for reading and reviewing the last chapter, The reviews I got mean a lot to me!
"You sure about this?" I asked, I didn't want her to end up changing her mind about marrying me but I also didn't want her to feel like I was pressuring her in to anything.
"Charlie..." she smiled, "I've never been more sure of anything in my life."
"Good." I breathed as I let out a sigh of relief, 'Cause neither have I."
We just stared at each other for a moment, obsorbing everything thing about one other, when Claires eyes suddenly lit up and she grabbed my hand and guided it to her stomach. Her touch was gentle and soft, and I asked, "Claire, what's the matter?"
"Aaron's kicking." She said, her smile growing by the second, "I haven't felt him kick since--well, since right before he was born."
I bent down so I was closer to her stomach and whispered, "Hey turnip head. I love you so much, I do. An I can't wait to see you grow up, can't wait to live with you and your mum, can't wait to buy you your first piano."
"Piano..."Claire said thoughtfully, "I've never gotten to hear you play the piano."
"Well lucky for you, I happen to have a spare one in my luggage, it's a beauty."
Claire laughed and I decided to ask, "What about you, any musical abilities? What do you do for fun? Besides, of course, working your charm to make ex-pop stars fall madly in love with you."
She smiled and blushed slightly, "I've always wanted to dance." I loved the fact that she seemed embarassed about what she was saying, yet still told me. That was the thing with me and Claire, we were comfortable with each other, we made each other feel safe to say whatever we wanted to say, "I haven't taken lessons since I was a little girl. After that I only danced in my room by myself, I'm not very good."
I shook my head, "I don't believe it." She just looked at me with her head slightly tilted to the side and I said, "You strike me as an excellent dancer. In fact, to prove it, I want you to dance right now--with me."
"Charlie" she laughed as she spoke my name, "I'm not gonna dance here"
I ignored her statement and put my hand out for her to grab, "Come on Claire, prove me wrong."
She chuckled and reluctantly grabbed my hand with a smile, "But we need music."
"That's no problem. You all everybody! you all everybody!" I started to sing which caused a few people to glance over in confusion.
"Charlie, I meant good music."
I tried to hide my smile that was coming across my face, I knew she was only joking but decided to humor her, "Fine, if you can't appreciate a good song then we'll just have to dance without any music at all."
Claire shrugged and I pulled her in closer so that I was only inches away from her lips, and I could smell the scent of her hair. We swayed back and forth for a while, just enjoying each others company, enjoying our first of--hopefully many--dances."
"Charlie, your perfect, you know that?" she said, her voice merley a whisper. I smiled, but I knew she was wrong, she knew she was wrong. I surely wasn't perfect, I was far from. I'm a no good druggie who only cares about himself. No, no that's not fair, I was a druggie. I'm not any longer, not now that I have this, now that I have Claire.
"Your so sweet to me, such a good dad to Aaron...You have a good heart."
I pulled away from her slightly so I could look her directly in the eyes, "Dad...I like the sound of that. You'll let Aaron call me that?"
She shrugged, "Dad, daddy, pop, whichever one he wants to call you--"
"You mean you really want me to be his father?"
"You basically are already, Charlie..."
I smiled, it felt so good to hear her say that. The whole time on that bloody island I worked so hard to take care of the baby, to keep him safe, to love him with all my heart.. Knowing now that Claire had realized and appreciated those things meant the world to me, "Well I certaintly know that I would be honored to call him my son."
"And I'm certaintly honored to call you my fiance." I smiled, hearing her say the single word 'fiance' made my heart skip a beat, "Oh, and Charlie, I'd like to meet your brother too, since we're getting married and all. What was his name again? Liam?"
I nodded and said suddenly, "He has a daughter, I ever tell you that?"
She shrugged, "No, I don't think so...what's her name? My soon to be niece?"
"Megan. Her names Megan...after my mum."
She smiled sweetly, "How nice."
I thought back to the last time I saw Liam, it seemed like so long ago--and for me it was--but for Liam it was only a few hours ago. This would be sort of hard to explain to him, one day I'm a junkie and the next I'm engaged to the love of my life? How would he ever understand that? How could I ever explain that? If I told him all about the island, about the crash, he would think that I was crazy.
I took a deep breath and sighed, it would be best not to think about that right now. We had much more to worry about at the moment: the baby, the new house, the wedding.
"Claire, why don't we get a taxi? I think it's about time we leave."
Claire quickly agreed and we hailed a car straight away. As soon as it pulled up to the curb, I opened the door and helped Clair inside and she said, "Your such a gentleman, Charlie."
It was strange to hear her say that, it had been a long time since someone gave me that particular compliment. Before the crash the only compliment I would get is that I was a good base player, that was great and all but I wanted more than that, wanted to be a good person.
When we were seated inside of the taxi, Claire started rummaging through her bag while I put my arm around her, "What are you looking for, love?"
She glanced up at me briefly and then back down at her bad, "My diary, I have to write that I'm engaged!"
She went through her stuff for a while longer when she finally pulled out her square book. She looked through it for a moment and stopped at a specific page.
"Wow" Claire mouthed which caused me to ask what she was the matter, "I'm just flipping through the pages. I wrote in this diary so much on the island, but haven't read it in ages..."
"Is all that stuff from the island still written down?"
"No, it's not there anymore, the last thing I have written was right before the plane--our plane, took off, before the crash, before I met you."
"Well then, what did you write that was so fascinating?"
"I wrote about you, Charlie...Look." She said as she carefully handed my her diary that I had grown so accustomed to seeing everyday.
Dear Diary,
I just got on the plane, Oceanic flight 815, everyone who works here's very nice. Theres this cute guy I saw getting on the plane right before me. He was holding a big case, must have been for an instument or something, but we didn't talk at all. I don't know why, but I'm kind of drawn to him...like he's some sort of celebrity or something. Anyway, I'm on my way to give up the baby, although I'm still not too sure if I should go through with it. It might be pretty nice being a mum...but I don't want to raise the baby on my own. If only I had someone to help me through it, that was here for me, that loved me and enjoyed the fact that I'm pregnant rather than resented it...I guess I'm just looking for my prince charming who'll probably never come... --Claire
"That seemed like so long ago." she laughed, "I guess I got what I wanted, though. I got my prince charming."
"No you didn't" I said matter of factly, "Because your stuck with me."
This made her laugh once again, "Believe it or not Charlie, your my prince charming."
Authors Note: I hope you liked this chapter! Please review! :)
