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Kate sat on the sand, near the water. She pushed back a strand of brown hair that had fallen out of her ponytail. She looked out at the water. Her eyes shifted down to the pile of wood beside her. She had gathered it earlier and now she was taking a rest. She was still avoiding Jack and wouldn't let him build her a house. She didn't hear him sneak up on her. He silently lowered himself beside her.

"Kate, how are you?" Jack asked, which made her jump.

"Jack! What are you doing here?"she asked, turning away quickly.

"You've been avoiding me, so I thought I would come talk to you. So, how are you?"

"I-I'm fine."

"Then, why won't you look at me?"

"Maybe I don't want to..."

"Kate, what's going on?"

"Nothing! I'm fine."

"If you're fine, look at me!"

She sighed, knowing she couldn't keep doing this. She slowly turned towards him. She gave him a small nervous smile.

"Was that so hard?" Jack asked, giving her a rare grin. Kate nodded to this. "Why?"

She looked down and his eyes followed her. His eyes got wide and his jaw dropped. He reached his hand out to touch her but she moved.

"W-when did this happen?" he asked.

"In the forest."

"How?"

"I think you know how."

"Are you really?"

"Jack, I've been late for the past few months! I'm at least five months pregnant!"

"Oh. So that is what you would tell me?"

"Yeah. I...couldn't. I just couldn't bring myself up to it."

"Kate! This is important. You have to tell me and this is our child. What were you going to do? Give birth to it with out me knowing? I'm the only doctor, you have to tell me!" he said, angerly.

She looked at him and turned away. "Sorry..."

He sighed. "It's ok." He looked down at the wood beside her. "You're going to build a house?"

"Yes."

"Well, I'm building it."

"No!"

"You're pregnant and this is our child. I deserve to do this."

"I can do it."

He shook his head. "I want to do this."

She watched him stand up and walk away to the forest to get wood. She couldn't stop him now.

Shannon stood in her hut, trying to button her jeans. They wouldn't fit over the stomach that was forming. She laid down on the makeshift bed and pulled them together. They buttoned but once she stood up, they popped back open. She groaned in anger.

"Oh shit! C'mon!" she muttered.

"Maybe you should ask Claire for maternity pants," Sayid said, coming in the hut.

"No, the jeans will fit."

"Shannon, it's useless. Claire's probably not using her maternity pants now."

She sighed. "Fine."

She trudged out of her hut and towards Claire's. She walked in were Claire had her shirt pulled up and was nursing Ty. Shannon turned away.

"I think I came at the wrong time," Shannon said.

"No. Don't worry. I'm finished," Claire replied as she put Ty into the crib and pulled her shirt down. The shirt was baggy on her.

"I need pants," Shannon muttered.

Claire smiled. "Ok," she said as she dug through a suitcase. She pulled out a pair of pants. "If you pull the strings, they'll tighten."

Shannon nodded. "Thanks." She studied Claire. "It looks like you need some clothes, too."

"No. I'm fine."

"Come on. You look like you're swimming in them."

"Ok, ok. Where are you going to get clothes?"

"From the extra suitcases."

"No! I can't wear other people's belongings!"

"Like they will need them! They're dead."

Claire sighed. "Fine. Let's go."

Claire picked up Ty and Shannon led the way. They came to an area where they stored extra things. Shannon kneeled down and started to rummage through the items. She pulled out about ten pairs of the same size jeans and about fifteen shirts.

"I'll take Ty so you can change."

"Here?" Claire asked and Shannon nodded.

Claire took the t-shirts and jeans as she handed off Ty. She soon was changed into a pair of jeans and a light blue t-shirt. Shannon gave her back her son.

"Claire, you look hot," Shannon said with a grin.

"You don't have to say that."

"Well, you do," said a male voice.

"Charlie!" Claire said, blushing.

"I'll take the little one," Shannon said, taking Ty back and running off.

"Hello Charlie," Claire said.

"Hi Claire," he said, moving closer.

"Want to go back to the hut?" he asked after a silence.

She nodded. "Yeah, let's go."

He smiled as he pulled her off to the hut.

Sawyer sat in his tent, reading. He had his glasses on so he could read. He heard someone shuffling near his tent.

"Dude, whatcha reading?" the person asked and he could tell it was Hurley. Or Fatso, as Sawyer called him.

"Why do you wanna know?" Sawyer asked, not looking up.

"'Cuz I need something to do. Do you have any other books?" Hurley asked.

Sawyer now looked up. "Maybe I do, but why would I give ya one?"

Hurley shrugged. "You can't keep everything. Everyone know you took everything that was of importance."

"So?"

"Well, isn't it obvious? Just give me one. It is so freaking boring on this island."

"Let me get this straight, Fatso. Ya want a book 'cause you're bored?"

"Yeah. So, can I have one?"

"No."

"C'mon. If you do this, I won't tell anyone," Hurly said. Then, he paused and looked around. "And I might have information that will interest you."

"Why would I care?"

"It's about Kate."

Sawyer leaned forward and grabbed a book. He started to hand it over and Hurley reached for it. Before Hurley could grab it, he pulled it away.

"Information first. Then, I'll decide," Sawyer said with a smirk.

Hurley nodded and his voice got low. "I saw her walking around. She getting fatter but I don't think it is fat like me. I think she might be pregnant."

Sawyer raised an eyebrow. "Really now? So, somethin' did happen between Freckles and Doc."

"He offered to build her a house today and she didn't refuse, like all the other times."

Sawyer sat back. "That's not good information but if you bring me more, I'll give you this here book."

"Done," Hurley said and Sawyer tossed him the book. Hurley stood up but Sawyer spoke up.

"Oh and if ya tell anyone that I gave it to ya, I'll kill ya," Sawyer said and Hurley walked away.

Sawyer closed his eyes and he smirked. Now, he had someone who would tell him everything. He could get use to this.

A/N: Here is the third chapter. I don't know how good it is. I wrote it last night while I was tired. Thanks for the reviews! Well, R&R!