Claire and Charlie slept next to each other that night with Aaron between them. Though nothing happened, it was perfect. Both could fell the warmth of the other's body; both knew that they would be there for each other, no matter what happened. Charlie lay awake, staring at the canopy above their head and listening to Claire's even breaths. Aaron's little hand was wrapped around his finger. At that moment, he knew that he had made the right choice.

Closing his eyes, he let himself fall into sleep and dreams. He dreamed that he was with Claire, but they weren't on the island; they were in England. Driveshaft was on a small wooden stage playing something. Charlie listened for what it was and realized it was the wedding march. He looked next to him and Claire was there in a beautiful white wedding dress.

He woke up to the rising of the sun and the sound of Aaron's cries. Quickly, he picked up Aaron and stood up, making sure not to wake Claire. He began walking through the forest again, holding Aaron close to him and rocking him back and forth. Figuring that talking worked for a little last time, he began whispering, "So, what do you think it would be like if I was your daddy. Eh? I would never let anything happen too you."

He held Aaron, imagining he life with him and Claire. Aaron's crying was getting softer, so he continued, "Can I tell you a little secret?" Aaron looked up at him inquiringly and Charlie took that as a yes, "I'm in love with your mother." At that moment, Aaron's crying ceased completely and a little smile grace the corners of his mouth. Charlie smiled back.

By then, the sun had risen as well as everyone in the camp. Claire heard the sounds of the people making their way around camp. She rolled over, but didn't find Charlie or Aaron then. It was just then that she realized how great the night before had been. She knew that Charlie was everything she had always wanted and needed.

Claire stood up and stretched her legs. Though it had been a while, she couldn't get used to being so light. She walked over to the water supply and filled up her bottle. Sitting on the dirt ground, she thought about how much she already missed Aaron and Charlie. It almost felt like life wasn't worth living without Charlie's jokes and even Aaron crying. So, she was elated to see Charlie emerge through the forest, carrying Aaron in a protective way.

He walked up to Claire and handed her Aaron, "So, how are you this lovely morning?"

Claire looked up at him, "I'm doing good…very good. Charlie, I want to thank you for last night. Thank you for everything."

"No problem Claire." Charlie answered, and then pressed his lips together, "I'm going to go for a walk." He quickly trotted off, grabbing his guitar before he disappeared around to the other side of the caves. Claire watched him walk off with a curious look. Aaron gazed after him too and then looked up at his mom. Claire gave him a reassuring smile, but inside, she was torn up.

Charlie had just walked away. He couldn't be…No, he couldn't. She knew he wouldn't. It must be something else. Tears welled up in her eyes and she fought them back. Her post-pregnancy hormones were still raging though her. Charlie was fine, dependable. Charlie was perfect.

Hours past and there was still no sign of Charlie. Aaron had fallen asleep and she placed him in his cradle that Locke made. She stared worriedly at the horizon. Shannon walked up to her, "Is everything okay?"

"I'm worried about Charlie. You don't think anything's happened to him?"

Shannon cocked her head sympathetically, "One thing I've learned about relationships; there's no such thing as true love." Shannon flipped her hair and walked off, leaving Claire to wonder if she was right. For the next half hour, she paced back and forth looking into the woods. Her heart jumped at every rustle in the leaves. Then, she saw him.

Charlie walked out of the woods with a huge smile on his face. He ran up to Claire, guitar in hand, "I've got a surprise for you." He took her by the hand and pulled her across the caves. She ran after him, wondering what it was. Pulling her through the forest, Charlie continued grinning at the confused look on her face. Finally, they reached the side of a mountain.

Catching her breath, Claire looked up at it. "We're not climbing up that, are we?" she asked skeptically, though she couldn't help laughing at the bemused expression on his face.

Charlie nodded so hard he looked like a bobble-head and answered, "Don't worry. It'll be worth it." So, they began to climb, Charlie helping Claire over some of the more difficult passages, and both of them laughing the whole way. By the time they got to there destination, both Claire and Charlie were out of breath and had dirt on their faces.

Claire looked at what he had taken her to, and all she could do was stare. They were about a quarter of the way up the mountain. The view was stunning; she could even see the beach where they used to live. The forest below her was a breathtaking shade of green, and she could see a flock of birds flying over the trees. The ocean was a beautiful shade of blue and the setting sun had tattooed the horizon with bright pinks, oranges and yellows.

Turning around, she looked at her immediate surroundings. They were standing in a small rock alcove in the side of the mountain. Charlie was sitting on the ground, his guitar in his lap, absolutely beaming. She gaped at him with amazement in her eyes, and ran up to him, "Charlie, how did you find this place? It's amazing!"

Charlie grinned at her, and said, "There's more. Sit down." She sat down across from him, intrigued. He settled himself with his guitar and whispered, "Don't laugh."

He shifted himself and started strumming his guitar. Clearing his throat, he began to sing:

I don't know why I feel like I do

When I look at you

That's how I know our love is true

When I look at you

Whether you're weighted down

Or free as a bird

No matter what I say

I know I'll be heard

All this explains why my love for you

Only grows

When I look at you

Claire sat on the ground, with chills running down her spine and tears clinging to her eyelashes. She inched across the ground to sit right in front of him. She tried to speak several times, but her words were choked in her throat. Swallowing, she whispered, "I love you Charlie." Then, she took his guitar out from between them and kissed him. For a minute, their whole worlds shut down and nothing else mattered to them. It was then that Claire knew that Shannon was wrong; true love did exist.