Author's Note: Ok, the last chapter of this one. Just wrapping the loose end up.

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"I suppose I could always share some of the alcohols I managed to find…" Sawyer was saying reluctantly.

"That you salvaged!" Minta laughed, her eyes constantly darting to the entrance, waiting for Sayid to return.

"Well, sultana let's just say… Sawyer begin flippantly but his voice suddenly sobered, but only so slightly. "Well, well, well, if isn't the noble doctor coming to talk to us. Maybe the sultana should cover herself as befitted of a woman with such a high status, when she greets one whose rank is lower then her."

"Sayid is anything but your stereotypical middle-eastern man." Minta said with a roll of her eyes.

"That I know." He promised her sincerely. "I truly realize this now."

Awkwardly Jack made his way across to Sawyer, Minta and Hurley when Sayid had left. He wasn't sure what was worse: the slight glare of Sawyer or the now gentle smile of Minta. At least Hurley enthusiastically bombarded Jack with plans of his luau.

"So…Sayid is…"

"Picking flowers for me." Minta examined out with a laugh. "The model husband!"

"Picking flowers?"

"And talking to Charlie," here her eyes darkened. "Talking to Charlie about acceptance and redemption."

"Yeah…I thought Sayid might talk to Charlie." The doctor mumbled, he finally took a deep breath and said what he intended to say all along. "I am sorry for what I did the other day, I just…"

"Strange how people come to me with their 'I'm sorry's when it is Sayid that they should apologize to." Here her voice hardened. "It is Sayid that you insulted, Jack, not me.

"But I don't fully blame you, after all I made the same mistake." She admitted. "That was a betrayal of Sayid's love as it shows that I did not trust him."

Whatever Jack wanted to say was interrupted by Walt, who stomped his way toward them and planted himself down right there, crossing his arms defying. He had barely sat down when Michael marched toward Walt.

"What do you think you are doing?"

"I am going to talk to Minta, is that now allowed either?." Walt snapped.

"I…" Michael swallowed his screams angrily. His son had a point, as his instructions was: stay away from Locke and Sayid, he had failed to include Minta. The problem was that Minta was often in the company of her husband.

"I am just going to talk to her for a while." Walt continued steadily.

"You are not going to talk to her!" The outraged father decided to scream at his son. "I don't want you to talk to Minta or Sawyer either. Don't you ever listen to me? I bet everyone else listens to their father."

"Well, I guess I did." Jack supplied helpfully, but he muttered under his breath. "Perhaps I listened to him too well."

"I kind of did too." Hurley agreed.

"Hmm…at ten? I think that was the time when my daddy kind of went nuts! So nope, I did not listen to my daddy." Winking at Walt, Sawyer added wickedly. "You probably shouldn't either."

"Sawyer! Leave my boy alone!" Michael warned.

"Tell me why then?" Walt challenged. He could understand about Sawyer, who was defiantly not the kindest person on the island. But what was wrong with both Locke and Sayid? They had been kind to him since the first day that they crashed on the island. And why should he stay away from Minta? Didn't he looked after her once?

"I cannot answer for Locke but Sayid...it might be hard to believe but you see, my husband has done bad stuff before." Minta explained to the child gently. "Even though he would never do them again, your father is simply afraid that you might be ham by Sayid."

"That is so stupid!" Walt examined out with the logic of a child. "If Sayid says that he would never do them again, why are we acting as if he will?"

Minta was not the only one who blushed.

Sayid was watching the little parental talk from a hidden spot. In a way he envied Michael as the man was father to a child, he dearly wanted a child with the wife he love so much. They had dreamt of having children as soon as they marry, in fact, they spent their time on the air plane to Australia deciding the name of their first child.

At the mentioning of fathers he smiled wistfully to himself. Neither he or Minta was a good person to answer the question. Minta was ten when her parents disowned her after a long beating, due to her failure of learning Hebrew. As for him, he no longer had a father to obey at the age of ten.

"I tried to be a father," he said to himself. "And I failed. I only hope I can succeed with my real child, unlike my siblings."

He stepped out of the shadows and went up to his friends and wife.

Sayid and Minta were walking along the beach, hand in hands. Unconsciously he pressed his hand against her still flat abdomen.

"Fatherhood seems a trying job." He finally said. "Michael is certainly having a hard time."

"You will be different Sayid," she prophesized. "You will be a good father: what mine failed to be, and what yours would be."

Embracing her Sayid kissed his wife with great relish, holding onto her tightly. Maybe they would be blessed with an abundance of children trailing after them, maybe they would only have one child, or they might not even have any children at all.

But no matter what the outcome was, Sayid could accept it, because she was enough. She was all that he need in his life.

Author's Note: Ok, this is the end of Part 2 of my series. Big thanks to Morticia Black Rose and October Sky, you two really motivated me in typing this up. It might take sometime for Part 3 to be posted as I have to rewrite a large proportion of it. Warning: in the next story things are going to get…'strange'? Basically major changes are going to happen, as I will be using my theory of the island/past in the next story. So be prepare for quite some changes and bizarre ideas!