Author's Note: In my story Claire haven't lost her memory- I thought I'd clarify that incase of any arising confusion.

"She is awake now." Sun told Sayid, "I think Claire really helped her."

"It's because I can understand what she went through, having been under the same situation." Claire said. "I think she really just need you Sayid."

Inside, Sayid found his wife leaning against the wall, her shawl draped rather sloppily onto her as one shoulder was bare. Her face was rather pale but she seemed to have regain her composure as there was no signs of tears.

Sitting down Sayid put her onto his lap, hugging her tightly.

"Sayid…please don't go away." Minta whispered. "I'm not afraid as long as you are there."

"I will always be there." He promised her again. "Haven't I always been there?"

Flashback

The rain was dripping through his roof, even outside his house Sayid could hear the noise. Even though he had taken special care this morning to place some rags on top of the metal pans to silence the chiming.

Behind him, Minta got out of the van with her small luggage, swallowing nervously she laid her hand on Sayid's arm.

"Well the top floor is quite old so it isn't the best quality." Sayid's landlord, also his employer, said. "It used to be a storage room, I shouldn't even charge Sayid for it."

"No, I can pay the rent." Sayid interrupted. "Since you didn't fire me for what I am doing, having an ex-student moving in with me."

"You can be legally involved with your student as long as she is not your student anymore." His friend told him, "Beside, I am being a friend and a landlord, not your employer. There will be rumors…"

"I don't care about the rumors." Minta spoke for the first time since her parents threw all her luggage at her in the hospital. "I don't care about it all."

"Well, Sayid will show you his home then as I have to go now. But I'll pick you and Sayid up for church tomorrow at about nine."

Waving his friend farewell fondly, Sayid took Minta's suit case and draped his spare arm around her. Together, they began to walk up the stairs, the cobwebs started to increase as they almost reached the top.

"I've only been living here for about two months so…" he began to apologize but she silenced him by whispering: "I honestly don't care, no place can be worse then where I came from."

The other residents of the apartment used to store all their unwanted stuff in this room, but his Christian friend who owned the building had been kind enough to give this level to Sayid for a very cheap rent.

"This is the kitchen." Sayid began nervously, for the first time he saw how old and obsolete his equipments actually were. Having escaped from Iraq, he was just glad to have a roof over a room but now that she was living here…

"There is a bit of a leak but it isn't that bad." He said, he then went to the stove and switched it on. Immediately that whining noise came.

"It does this for the first five minutes but it is perfectly workable, and the bathroom is over there. The shower needs five minutes to warm up too but in the morning a cold bath is quite a good way to wake up." He continued, growing nervous as she was about to see her room.

"This is your room Minta, since we are not um…" he began, feeling the blush covering his usually dark skin. "Well you know what I mean, so this is your room, my room is across the hallway."

"I know what you mean." Taking a deep breath she opened the door.

Stepping into her new room she cried

Sayid had especially decorated the once empty room for her, the furniture were second handed as he was not rich enough to simply waltz into a retail store, but he had spent the whole day selecting everything. But the best part for Minta was the dressing table, the way the old rosewood shone made it look an object from a fairy tale, the mirror seemed to be a portal.

The wall paper were a soft blue one, resembling the waves of the sea.

"I feel as if I am a princess." She whispered, touching everything with wonder. "This room…this is to be my room?"

"Yes, and I hope you'll like it." Sayid said softly.

Spinning around she kissed him.

"No one has ever done this for me, I feel as if I am truly loved." She told him when she finally drew back from their kiss.

"I love you." He assured her.

"Oh Sayid, as long as you are there I think I can brave everything. I love you too." She added the last bit shyly.

Embracing her Sayid kissed her again, in this very moment he knew that he would marry no other woman saved for her, he would wait for a long time as he want her to say yes when she truly shared his feelings.

It would be a long wait but it would not be hard, he was content to just hold her and kiss her.

"I will always be there." He promised her.

At the next morning, the island saw Minta and Sayid walking out of their hut hand in hand, she was blinded folded once more but the difference was that they were both laughing again.

"We'll just get our 'orders' from Sawyer." Sayid told his wife.

"But I want to know what the surprise is!" Minta protested lightly, guided by Sayid.

"Then it is not a surprise." Sayid reminded her. "Ah we are here!"

Minta almost tripped when she accidentally trod onto a piece of thin plastic, seeing this Sayid picked her up.

"What happened to your tent?" he asked Sawyer, who was busily picking up all the numerous rubbishes between his curses. Upon a closer examination Sayid saw that the tarp of Sawyer's tent was gone.

"Can I at least ask you what you were doing?" he said as he picked up the basket he had asked Sawyer to fill the previously night.

"A boar came and attacked me…" Sawyer said angrily. "It stared at me then it came at me, so I hit it, and it ran off into the jungle with my tarp. Then I had a look and saw that almost all my stuff was ruined."

"Why would a boar attack you?" Minta asked innocently.

"That's what I am trying to work out!" Sawyer almost snapped, but remembering who he was talking to he walked up to her and pecked her on the cheeks instead. "Well Sultana, Sayid told me that you have recovered, I hope so too. If I can help you anyway then I will.

"Meanwhile your humble servant offers you the use of any of his stuff."

"Including your tarp?" Minta teased, finding that she was able to laugh and joke again.

"So the boar took your tarp?" Sayid added, his lips twitched into a grin that mirrored the one on his wife's face. "Perhaps he wanted to go camping."

His hand covered her face and his breathings whispered right into her ears, the other hand held both her and their unborn child.

"It is done, my surprise to you."

A picnic was laid over a tartan cloth Sayid had borrowed from Sawyer. It wasn't much food, just a few slices of roasted pork with potatoes and a mixture of fruit salads. There was even two tiny glass of wine.

"I begged them from Sawyer." Sayid said, smiling he handed his wife a glass. "I thought a picnic might cheer you up."

Minta shook her head and put her wine glass down, leaning against Sayid she whispered: "Being with you is enough."

Author's Note: I know that in reality it will probably be hard to find a guy who will just live with you for six years without asking for anything other then to hold you and kiss you, but I am a romantist . So this is my dream.