Hey guys, sorry for not awhile, you know, I could just give you exucses that you don't wanna hear…OR… you could read the story and then send me a review yelling at me. Yeah let's do that.
Who's Your Daddy?
Chapter 3
Different Views: Small Pants"Come on," Kate pressured as she quickly rushed out of the hallway in the doctor's office, "Let's go," she insisted as she took the book that Ainslie handed to her and placed it back on the table.
Lyndan was kneeling on the carpet pushing around a red fire truck, "Can't we stay for a few more minutes?" he pleaded, "The doctor's is fun when you don't have to get needles," he informed.
"Sorry Sweetie," she told him as she placed the fire truck back in the pile of toys, "But if we want ice cream, we've got to leave now."
"Ice cream," his face brightened an he grabbed the diaper bag, pulling the large strap up around his shoulder as Kate stuffed some pamphlets into her purse, "I thought you said we didn't get ice cream because I shoved a banana down the sink in the bathroom."
"Well I'll let Daddy deal with that when he comes home," Kate explained as she smiled at Lyndan who beamed back. She hoisted Ainslie up once again and grabbed her purse while her son carried the diaper bag. After a talk with Jack a week ago, he was helping her out more. Still doing naughty things, but only to learn what to do and not to do.
It had been a week since she came for Ainslie's inoculation, returning to the office today because of a phone call telling her something had showed up on her blood test.
"Bye Mrs. Sheppard," the young, blonde nurse waved from the receptionist desk, "And congratulations."
"Yeah thanks," Kate muttered as she held Lyndan's hand as they exited the office.
"What was she talking about mommy?" Lyndan asked as they walked to the elevator. He leaned over and pressed the button, a smile on his face, then patiently stood still and waited for an answer not receiving one until the machine dinged.
"She was congratulating me because you two were so well behaved," Kate informed happily, snuggling Ainslie and running a hand through Lyndan's hair as the three of them moved into the elevator, "Which is why we're going to get some ice cream."
"Do you think Daddy's gonna yell at me for the banana?" he questioned, dragging his tiny sneaker across the elevator floor.
"I'll tell him to go easy on you," Kate replied with a smile.
His shoes tapped lightly against the hardwood floors of the apartment as he touched the antennae of the portable phone to his chin. An expression of worry streaked his face, it was now five o'clock, Kate and the kids still hadn't come home yet. It was New York, anything could be the matter, a traffic jam, no taxis, but his mind always seemed to jump to the worse.
As his thoughts progressed he heard the sound of keys jingling in the door and a wave of relief set over him. Sure enough, Kate opened the door with a grunt and set the keys on the table before she even noticed Jack.
"Daddy!" Lyndan exclaimed as he ran to his father, "We went to the doctor's office and out for ice cream and mommy said if you're not that mad about the banana in the sink we can go out to Toys R Us!" His voice sped faster then his legs could run, spewing out twenty words a second.
"Banana in the sink?" Jack questioned as he turned to Kate, "What? Where did you guys go?"
"I had to stop off at the doctor's office, they wanted to make sure Ainslie wasn't having any side effects from the needle, and the kids were so well behaved that we went out for ice cream."
"Yeah it was great, I got chocolate and mom got this huge sundae!" he exaggerated holding his arms out.
Kate chuckled nervously and placed her opened purse on one of the chairs, "It wasn't that big," she clarified as she handed Ainslie to Jack. She cooed in his arms and hugged his neck.
"They were both so good today, I told them we could take a taxi to Times Square," she explained as she leaned in and kissed Jack on the cheek.
"Yeah, that's fine with me," Jack agreed as he set Ainslie down on the ground. She waddled unevenly towards the safety gate positioned at the bottom of the stairs and pointed towards her room.
"I've got to change her diaper, and then my pants," she disclosed pointing down to the big chocolate stain on the leg, "Bit of the brownie got away from me."
He chuckled and watched as she maneuvered over the gate and carried Ainslie to her room.
"Did you have fun with Mom today?" Jack questioned as he grabbed the newspaper. Lyndan was occupied with a small truck that was left on the floor; busy driving it around the chair Kate had placed her purse on.
"Yeah it was really fun," he answered backing his car up into on of the cushions, inadvertently knocking Kate's purse to the floor, spilling some of the contents, "Uh oh," he trembled, "Is she gonna yell at me?"
Jack chuckled and picked up her sunglasses from where they had landed beside his feet, "No, it was an accident," he explained as he bent down, picking up some of the pamphlets from the floor, the words on the front of one catching his eyes.
"Funny how Mommy can fit all this stuff in her purse, huh Dad," Lyndan joked. When Jack didn't respond, he looked up at his dad who was flipping to the next pamphlet, "Daddy?"
"I'm going to go talk to Mommy," He told Lyndan suddenly as he lifted his son over the gate, "Can you just play with Ainslie for a few minutes?" he asked.
"Yeah," Lyndan agreed instantly, recognizing the tone of his father's voice, knowing it meant business.
Ainslie sat in her playpen in the corner of the room, putting a puzzle together. Lyndan simply climbed over the fencing and sat beside her. Once Jack was sure they were both occupied, he climbed the stairs to their bedroom and knocked lightly at the door, "Kate?"
"Yeah come on in," Her voice was nervous, stuttering even. He took a deep sigh and entered the room, sure to close the door behind him and found Kate struggling to do up the zipper on her blue jeans.
"I didn't know calories could find their way to your butt so fast," Kate joked tensely as she fought with the zipper.
"I don't think they've gone to you butt," Jack stated as Kate let out a frustrated grunt, apparently giving up on the blue jeans.
"Well wherever they went, they sure did a number on my pants," she sighed as she walked back into the large closet, finding another pair of pants to wear, "I'd better cut down on the sweets."
"I don't think that is the problem," Jack stated, and waited patiently, his face stoic, as she exited the closet. Her hands were at the zipper of her cargo pants, grappling with it, but it wouldn't move further then a few millimeters. He took an exasperated sigh in and covered his eyes with his hand, rubbing his forehead where he was sure a headache would emerge.
"What?" She asked innocently as she looked up from her cargo pants. She had managed to pull the zipper up, but when she let go it slid back down to the bottom.
"These?" Jack questioned as he held up the pamphlets for her to see. Immediately the naïve smile she'd been using to play him was gone, replaced with anxiety, then anger, "You went through my purse?"
"You left it open and Lyndan knocked it off the chair while he was playing," Jack explained as he tossed the booklets to the bed harshly, "It's no ones fault but yours," he replied his voice stone cold, his brow narrowing in resentment.
"Jack," Kate began, still clawing at her zipper, "We can talk about this later, the kids…"
"No Kate," He told her firmly, "We can talk about this now."
"Jack," she rolled her eyes, trying to play off his seriousness. Only once in a blue moon did he actually become this way, stern and stubborn, but when he did, they ended up fighting like cats and dogs.
"Are you?" He asked, his jaw set, his arms crossed over his chest. His eyes glaring at her, the beginnings of rage forming in them.
"Am I what?" She asked, the gentility escaping her voice as she began to grow angered at him and her pants alike.
"You know what I'm talking about Kate," he informed her, his head nodding rigidly with each word.
She glanced down at the open zipper of her pants, then back up to Jack ashamed, "What do you think?" she asked throwing her hands up in defeat.
"I think you screwed up Kate," he told her, as he turned his back to her and stared at the window, trying to keep his voice down for the kid's sake.
Lyndan looked up to the door of his parent's bedroom unsurely, "They're fighting again," he disclosed to his younger sister, who sat cradling a teddy bear to her chest, staring at her brother with her large green-gray eyes.
"Maybe they're gonna break up, like Aaron's parents did," he commented quietly, as he grabbed a peg attached to one of the puzzle pieces and spun it between his hands.
His sister merely made a noise of disagreement, when he looked back to her; her dark curls were bouncing as her head shook. "Why wouldn't they break up?" he questioned defiantly.
Ainslie leaned her head against the back of the bear's, and wrapped her arms around it. Placing her thumbs together and her curled pointer fingers together, she made the outline of a heart.
"Charlie and Claire loved each other. They have three kids, that's one more 'n us," He reminded. Ainslie shook her head and for a moment they both listened to their parents exchange harsh words. Their voices booming through the hollow apartment.
Lyndan slid over to his little sister and wrapped an arm around her to comfort them both, "I hope you're right."
"You were supposed to be on the pill," He lowered his voice into an incensed growl, as he brought his balled fist up to rest against his mouth, using it almost like a filter for the words he really wanted to say.
"I was," she replied honestly, "But that one time you came home from work early and the kids were still at Gio's. You were just so intent and I'd run out early that week…" she stopped momentarily, staring down at her feet and the hardwood floor. "After that, I," she sighed, "If I was pregnant, I didn't want to take the pill because it would hurt the baby."
"So rather then tell me, or go see a doctor, or go buy a pregnancy test, or one of the million better ideas then the one you chose, you decided to do nothing," He berated irately as he paced back and forth.
"I'm sorry, okay," she apologized quietly turning her head away from him.
"Kate," he huffed, "It's not okay. The kids are a handful as it is; Lyndan's going to school next year and Ainslie still hasn't said a word. A new baby will throw everything out of order."
"You think that I want to spend the rest of my life pumping out kids?" she asked bitterly, "I'd like to get a job sometime, but it's not our choice to make now," she informed.
"It was Kate," he replied shaking his head coldly, "And you made it for us." He set his jaw and ran a hand through his hair; "I've got to go."
"What?" Kate questioned as she looked up at him with tears in her eyes.
"I'll take the kids out to Times Square, you should stay here," he informed as he shook his head and turned for the door.
"Jack, the kids are going to know something's up," she informed as she rose from the bed.
"We need to be apart," he told her in a low, indifferent voice, "I need to cool off, and we both need to think about how we're going to handle this. I think it's best that we're both alone for that. Since my pants fit, and I'm not in any danger of fainting, I think it'd be best if I took the kids and you stayed in," he told her as he opened the door and shut it before she had a chance to respond.
She hated it when he acted like that. Talking to her and treating her as if she were a child. But the part that aggravated her the most was that he was always right. She heard him tell the kids that they were going, and when Lyndan asked where she was, he replied that she wasn't feeling too good, the chocolate from the sundae had given her a stomachache.
Glancing down at her bare stomach, she sighed, knowing she couldn't be mad with a child whose only defense at the moment was her. Shortly after Lyndan was born, she and Jack had unanimously agreed on two children, stating that three children were too much to raise in New York city, though she'd always wanted more.
"At least you've all got something in common," she spoke as she crossed her hands over her stomach, "You're all unexpected."
A moment passed and only silence responded to her. Shaking her head of the matter she stood up and attempted to take off her pants but found they were stuck. With another grunt she tried forcing herself out of the unzipped clothing, but it wouldn't budge from her skin.
With a sigh she fell back to her bed and mumbled, "I think I need to be cut out of my pants."
You guys should know me by now. And that I can never get out of this rut I have. But guess what, this story isn't going to follow the same suit the others do. There will be some major bumps in the road, and some VERY unexpected twists.
And just so I don't get asked, tehy were panphelets on pregnancy because of previous troubles.
Freckles-101
Sawyer will be mentioned in later chapters, I haven't decided if I want him in this, or just a mention of him. But all the islanders get together twice a year for a little party (children and all) which is thrown by Hurley because he's rich (he owns a hotel chain now (Which is important for upcoming chapters).
Lostobsessivefreak
Yeah my favorite was "Jack is mine; go to hell Kate", if I really got to do what I wanted to do in the Detour, the third chapter would've been a ball. And I'd thought I'd let you know that this fic isn't going to be a fluffy, after a lot of brainstorming, it's gonna be very angsty, so if I can get out of the vicious fluffy loop, so can you!
October Sky
More like Kate bashing. But don't worry in two chapters, there's gonna be enough bashing for all! Yay!
FanOfLost
Lol I have 'social anxiety' which I just call, "hatred of people". And I don't talk much to my family either, because like you, I don't like meat and all they do is barbecue (Seriously my dad's done it in the rain/snow/hail he loves that 'que).
Nope it's not about Kate's dad, although I thought about bringing him into the picture, maybe in future chapters.
But given the situation that has arisen, you now have a new field of guess to go by, so guess away! (And just to ruin your fun, the baby is Jack's)
CoupeLaFromage
Lol honestly the weirdest review I've ever received. But it made me laugh, so keep it up. Thanks for the awesome words and enjoy your chapstick!
Whirlwind-2005
Ainslie is supposed to be a little rip off of Kate, as Lyndan is of Jack (before his father went all freaky-crazy on him). And now the surprise is ruined! Because your weren't surprised, I don't think anyone is anymore, but I have to warn you, this will not be like anything I've ever written before.
Coffeehouse
Wouldn't I, Coffeehouse? Wouldn't I?
Skyblue266
Lol I only like the judge, the really, really, really mean one. He makes my day because he hates everyone. He's my hero.
Standardblack
Aww who doesn't like flirty Jack and Kate? Anyways, that's pretty much it for flirting, for now.
Smilez4eva
Tee hee hee (Seriously had no idea how to respond)
Lara Chubb of Deephollow
Jack freaked out, just not in the way you expected. And I'm sure Kate will be fine.
SiriuslyObsessed
Yep, sometimes you can, among other things.
Rain1657
Oh believe me, you'll love this story, I already know. I swear the next chapter is juts for you, because when you read it you'll be all "Oh mya Gawd!" and then all of your roommates and people around you will be like "That girl is crazy" and you'll still be screaming. I can predict this now.
Next Chapter- The biggest shock of a lifetime, that no one (Save CrAzYhOrSeGiRl88 and myself) will ever expect!