But Jack closed his mouth almost immediately.
He just looked at Sawyer and dropped his head. He had realised that Kate no longer needed him anymore. She had found herself since she had found the baby.
He stood up and stared at Kate. She stared back. Her eyes were full of determination and honesty. She had finally found her bridge that she needed to get across that river of confusion.
Jack walked across the room and left the hatch. He didn't say another word.
And yet again, it did not affect Kate. She spent the next hour trying to get the baby to sleep in the small fortress of pillows she had created on the couch. When he finally fell asleep, Kate went to join Sawyer at the table. She slid across the long seat on one side and looked at him.
In his hand was a beer bottle with a label that had the Dharma logo on it. He took a long gulp from it and set it down in the middle of the table. He had a strange look on his face.
"Why was Claire crying?"
Kate was simply trying to create conversation. And it worked.
"Apparently her kid is gonna die,"
Kate's jaw dropped. She felt so bad about showing her own child in front of Claire. Then a wash of guilt spread over her. Claire obviously loved Aaron, but when her own child had been born Kate hadn't even looked at it.
"So have you named the bub yet?"
Kate turned to look at the small baby lying on the couch wrapped in blankets. She shook her head and looked back at Sawyer.
"Now look, there is one thing you've forgotten to tell us about little miracle over there,"
Kate looked at Sawyer quizzically.
"And whats that Sawyer,"
"During your magnificent story, you forgot to mention the baby up until you found it,"
"What are you talking about,"
"You said how you got pregnant but you didn't tell us when it was born and how the hell it got on this damn island,"
Kate looked down at the beer. This was a story she needed to tell to get away from it and Sawyer was listening.
She took the beer, had a long hard drink and began her story…