Snapshots....
Kate screamed and grabbed John's hand as the pain tore through her.
"Oh God, John, it's coming, now!" she cried.
"Okay, it's okay, Kate, I'm here, you can do this." John said.
Kate pulled her legs up and pushed mightily as John waited, his heart hammering in his chest. He was terrified but he knew he had to do this. They had no one else but each other.
Kate gasped as the baby slid out into John's waiting hands. He quickly wiped the baby's face and the small infant let out a loud wail and began to turn pink.
John smiled and looked up at Kate, "It's okay, it's a boy, Kate."
Kate smiled weakly and fell back onto the bed. John quickly tied off the cord and cut it with his knife he had sterilized. He wrapped the baby in the blanket they had ready and held him close. The baby's breathing looked normal and he was already quieting down in his father's arms. John laid the child gently into Kate's arms, she stared at him and tears sprang into her eyes.
"He's beautiful, isn't he, John?" she said, "But what a life we've brought him into."
"I know, Kate, I know," John said, "but one thing he'll have a lot of is love. What are we going to name him?"
"John Robert Connor, " Kate said softly.
John walked into the bedroom and stopped in the doorway. Kate lay on the bed, nursing their son. A small lamp cast a soft glow about the room, and Kate was singing in a soft voice as she watched her child at her breast. John felt like his heart would burst. He never imagined he could love two people as much as he did. He felt empowered, all he wanted to do was keep them safe. He knew what his destiny was and now he felt like he could do anything. Because he would be doing it for them.
"John, you'll wake the baby," Kate whispered, "we've got to be more quiet."
"I know, I know, it's just that I want to make love to you and it's hard." John whispered back.
"I know it is," Kate giggled, "but if you want to finish what we've started, be more quiet."
John smiled and kissed her hungrily, pulling her under him. They made love in silence but their eyes told each other all they needed to know. Love never ending.
Kate walked out of the shower and stood quietly watching John and their son. They both lay on the bed, John Robert sleepily listening to his father telling him a bedtime story.
"And then the Terminator came back when I was 13 to help me and my mother fight another Terminator who was bad." John said.
Kate felt a momentary sadness that her son didn't hear stories about bears and rabbits, his bedtime stories were the stories of his father's life and of the battle to come. He had no choice, their son would have to fight along side them and that time was fast approaching.
Kate looked up as she heard the clatter of little feet running by her as she washed dishes. She thought she heard the distinct sound of machine gun fire.
"John Robert, " she said, "What are you doing?"
The little boy turned around and looked at his mother. "I'm killing machines, Mommy," he said, "Daddy says we have to kill the bad machines when we leave here."
Kate looked over at John as he sat at the table studying maps. John looked up and smiled at her sadly, "He's learning, isn't he?" he said.
"Yes, he is, " Kate said, " I wish..."
"I know, Kate, I know what you wish, " John said, "But it's what's meant to be."
John and Kate lay sleeping in the early dawn when a noise suddenly woke John. He listened carefully because there were almost never any noises around the bunker except what they made themselves. He got up and walked out into the large hall where the command desk stood. The usual static was coming from the radio when suddenly he heard a voice.
"Crystal Peak, Crystal Peak, come in, can anyone hear me?"
John stood and stared at the radio, in six years he had not heard a voice coming from the radio, only static.
Then another noise came. Louder, rumbling. He turned and looked over at the elevator. It was moving. Something or someone was coming....
to be continued...
Kate screamed and grabbed John's hand as the pain tore through her.
"Oh God, John, it's coming, now!" she cried.
"Okay, it's okay, Kate, I'm here, you can do this." John said.
Kate pulled her legs up and pushed mightily as John waited, his heart hammering in his chest. He was terrified but he knew he had to do this. They had no one else but each other.
Kate gasped as the baby slid out into John's waiting hands. He quickly wiped the baby's face and the small infant let out a loud wail and began to turn pink.
John smiled and looked up at Kate, "It's okay, it's a boy, Kate."
Kate smiled weakly and fell back onto the bed. John quickly tied off the cord and cut it with his knife he had sterilized. He wrapped the baby in the blanket they had ready and held him close. The baby's breathing looked normal and he was already quieting down in his father's arms. John laid the child gently into Kate's arms, she stared at him and tears sprang into her eyes.
"He's beautiful, isn't he, John?" she said, "But what a life we've brought him into."
"I know, Kate, I know," John said, "but one thing he'll have a lot of is love. What are we going to name him?"
"John Robert Connor, " Kate said softly.
John walked into the bedroom and stopped in the doorway. Kate lay on the bed, nursing their son. A small lamp cast a soft glow about the room, and Kate was singing in a soft voice as she watched her child at her breast. John felt like his heart would burst. He never imagined he could love two people as much as he did. He felt empowered, all he wanted to do was keep them safe. He knew what his destiny was and now he felt like he could do anything. Because he would be doing it for them.
"John, you'll wake the baby," Kate whispered, "we've got to be more quiet."
"I know, I know, it's just that I want to make love to you and it's hard." John whispered back.
"I know it is," Kate giggled, "but if you want to finish what we've started, be more quiet."
John smiled and kissed her hungrily, pulling her under him. They made love in silence but their eyes told each other all they needed to know. Love never ending.
Kate walked out of the shower and stood quietly watching John and their son. They both lay on the bed, John Robert sleepily listening to his father telling him a bedtime story.
"And then the Terminator came back when I was 13 to help me and my mother fight another Terminator who was bad." John said.
Kate felt a momentary sadness that her son didn't hear stories about bears and rabbits, his bedtime stories were the stories of his father's life and of the battle to come. He had no choice, their son would have to fight along side them and that time was fast approaching.
Kate looked up as she heard the clatter of little feet running by her as she washed dishes. She thought she heard the distinct sound of machine gun fire.
"John Robert, " she said, "What are you doing?"
The little boy turned around and looked at his mother. "I'm killing machines, Mommy," he said, "Daddy says we have to kill the bad machines when we leave here."
Kate looked over at John as he sat at the table studying maps. John looked up and smiled at her sadly, "He's learning, isn't he?" he said.
"Yes, he is, " Kate said, " I wish..."
"I know, Kate, I know what you wish, " John said, "But it's what's meant to be."
John and Kate lay sleeping in the early dawn when a noise suddenly woke John. He listened carefully because there were almost never any noises around the bunker except what they made themselves. He got up and walked out into the large hall where the command desk stood. The usual static was coming from the radio when suddenly he heard a voice.
"Crystal Peak, Crystal Peak, come in, can anyone hear me?"
John stood and stared at the radio, in six years he had not heard a voice coming from the radio, only static.
Then another noise came. Louder, rumbling. He turned and looked over at the elevator. It was moving. Something or someone was coming....
to be continued...