It had been three days since the argument. Which, to this third day, had not been an argument in Claire's eyes. Simply a little dispute. But paranoid boys and their fragile egos will always take a women's word the wrong way. Thus, leaving her in a dificult situation. Regret.
She regreted being jelous of Charlie's ability to take care of children, although he'd never been around a baby before. She regreted admiting this insecurity to Locke.
She regreted haveing and attitude with Charlie after she'd learned a new trick, the only thing she could do to keep her own son from screaming. Exspecily since the method of wraping a baby in an air-tight blanket and swaying him back and forth only worked for so long before the kid cought on and realized he was not in a womb, but in fact, an air tight blacket being swayed back and forth and decided to keep on crying.
She regreted loseing her temper and telling Charlie that she didn't need him. That she could take care of her son herself. She regreated makeing her only friend on the island feel worthless. She regreated driveing him away.
And now, as she sat in the shleter that he had built for her out of nothing but the goodness of his heart, watching the baby who'd speant the whole day crying for the very friend she'd drove away, she regreated being stupid enough to think she could survive liveing on an island by herself.
Sure, she could take care of her baby. She knew that. He may be miserable most of the day and leave her wanting to cry herself by the time he finaly got to sleep, but he was still alive. Which was pretty decent for a young women takeing care of a new born on an island. But still, she was now forced to do it alone.
She broke her attention from the sleeping baby long enough to grab a blanket and a pillow near by. She laid the pillow verticaly against a near by tree and leaned back against it, wraping the blanket around herself. She pulled her knees up to her chest and wraped her arms around them, strugling to keep warm.
She sank into the cave of blanket that surounded her and let her eyes wonder across the island. It wasn't long before they cought sight of Charlie, the one person she couldn't bare to distract herself from.
The boy looked miserable. For the last three days he had remained in the same place. Sitting on the rocks, away from all the other castaways, stareing out into space and playing his guitar.
She'd spent a good deal of time watching him.Worrying about him. In the past two days she hadn't seen him move once. Not to get food, not to use the bath room. Not even to streach his legs. And unless he waited untill the late hours in the morning when she was already passed out to rest, he hadn't even slept.
Claire refused to belive that this was her doing. That a simple out burst of flustration from a young mother could hurt someone so much. But the truth was right there in front of her, stareing at the sand as he played his guitar. Here comes the guilt again.
She couldn't handle it much longer. She'd have to talk to him. Not now, though. She couldn't leave Aaron alone. And takeing the risk of wakeing him up would be suicide. No, not tonight. But later.Definetly later.