A.N. Claire POV during "Born To Run". Another hair-cut scene.
When Claire was first pregnant, she dreamed of what things would be like after the baby was born. She planned out these long scenarios: Thomas would become a famous painter before the baby was born; they'd buy a house by the beach. Thomas would paint pictures of her and the baby. Life would be perfect.
Well, part of her dream had come true; she and the baby were on a beach.
Of course, she was stranded on the aforementioned beach, she had severely repressed everything that had happened to her since the crash up until she escaped from Ethan, three people had already died (two within her memory, one she read about in her diary), and she would kill for a comfortable bed.
Charlie would not stop bobbing his damn head. She was about ready to stab him with the scissors to prove her point. He was singing about something that she was glad that she didn't remember. All he would talk about was getting off the island. Optimist. She wanted to leave just as much as he did, but Claire didn't want to jinx things; she was staring to believe in that sort of stuff.
The baby was sleeping soundly for the first time in days. Of course, it would never sleep at night when Claire was tired, that would be too easy. And she still did not have a name for him. She was stuck. She'd had a lot of ideas for names when she was in Australia, but none of them seemed to work now. She'd gotten suggestions from everyone; Kate had suggested Adam, Walt had suggested Anakin Skywalker (Claire had nodded politely at that one), and Hurley seemed content with Ashley ("Dude, it was a cool name in 'Gone With the Wind'"). Whenever Claire sat to consider names, all she could think of was Turnip Head. This was not how she had planned this all to go.
But then, sitting there on the beach while Charlie strummed his guitar and the baby slept soundly in the crib, the moment was everything Claire had always wanted her family to be.
