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Owen drove for a few hours before pulling into a camp site. The ride was mostly silent with a few failed attempts at small talk.
"I picked up cold cuts for sandwiches." Owen said as he stepped into the back of the van. He immediately went to work on making lunch.
I sat at the small table the looked more like a booth from a diner than a kitchen table.
Knowing I was going to have to start the conversation we knew was coming, I waited until Owen sat down.
He sat across from me, placing a plate in front of both of us.
"Can you just tell me what you're thinking?" I wanted my voice to sound more confident than it did.
"I'm thinking that I'm hungry." He answered, taking a bite of his sandwich.
I watched him eat for a few minutes. His eyes never met mine.
"You're mad at me." I pointed out.
He took a long chug of his beer.
"You want to yell, now is the time, Owen. This is why we are here. We're out in the middle of nowhere."
He got up to throw his empty plate away. "You going to eat or not?" He asked, pointing at my untouched sandwich.
I jumped to my feet, anger rippling through me. Owen's hands clenched into fists.
"Damn it, Owen! Is this it? Is there nothing you want to talk about? I swear if you plan on spending this weekend in silence take me back to my sister's and get the hell out!"
"I want an apology." his voice was low and cold. There was no emotion in his eyes.
I leaned away from him, confused. "For what?"
"Back on that island you should have listened to me. You threw in my face that you were the boss. A room full of people and you spoke to me as if I was one of them. Is that what you always saw me as? We were always good at solving problems together. You pushed me away, Claire."
"How many times do I have to apologize for that? Do you understand the amount of stress I was under? Everyone on that island was my responsibility!"
We were screaming at each other, tears streaming down both our faces.
"If you gave the order to evacuate the island like I said, those kids wouldn't have wondered that far and they could have been brought in safely!"
"Oh," I stepped towards Owen, my chest trembling from my sobs. "you blame me for it all!"
"If you didn't want to control the situation and let me help you it could have turned out better! Being the control freak that you are finally came back to bite you in the ass."
"Fuck you, Owen!" I snapped and shoved by him, leaving the van.
"Where are you going?" He stormed after me.
"Away from you!" I yelled over my shoulder. Where I was going, I had no clue. The woods seemed like a better place than the van.
"Oh no you don't!" He growled and his fingers locked around my wrist. "You want to discuss things, you don't get to walk away." He yanked hard, making me turn back towards him.
"What good am I if I stay?" I screamed, my voice carrying through the air around us.
Owen clapped his hands to his temples, squeezing his eyes shut. "You're everything, damn it!" His chest rising and falling as he panted. New tears falling down his cheeks. "I could have lost you and I'm not handling that very well. Every time I close my eyes I'm alone. You're gone. Maisie is gone! We shouldn't have had to risk our lives like that! I shouldn't have been that close to losing my family." He was sobbing now, his knees buckled as he struggled to stay upright.
I could only stand, eyes gaping at my husband. Never in all our years together have I seen him break down like this.
"I'm angry, Claire. I'm taking it out on you and it's not fair!"
I took an unsteady step in his direction and his eyes met mine. At the same time I reached for him his legs gave out and we both fell to our knees. We both let ourselves cry, holding tight to the other as if our lives depended on it.
"I am sorry, Owen." I whispered once we quieted our sobs.
His arms tightened around me. "So am I."
We were silent, listening to the other's breathing slowly go back to normal. It was then that I shivered, realizing the air was cold around us.
I stood up and reached out for Owen. He took my hand and stood up.
"Was that it?" He asked as we walked hand in hand back to the van.
I shrugged. "Do you feel better?"
He nodded. "I do actually. I mean I don't think I'll ever get over the guilt of not being able to protect you guys more than I did."
"I know, I will always hold the guilt of the entire downfall of the island. But, Owen, we need to talk about this stuff. My family has a bad track record for failed marriages. I don't want to join them."
"We may be going through some crazy shit right now, but there's no way in hell I would let you go."
I smiled as he shut the door behind us. Turning to face him, I wrapped my arms around his neck. "As long as you're willing to fight for us I will, too."
"Good thing we are both too stubborn to ever fail." He dipped his head and brought his lips to mine. This kiss was different than the others we've shared since leaving the island. This was familiar. There was no tension behind it.
Stumbling our way to the small bedroom, we tumbled together onto the bed. Moving slow, marveling in the other, getting lost in the love we were finally able to find hidden behind all our pent up anger.
Laying under Owen his eyes met mine when I reached up to touch his face. His features were no longer tight. His eyes were bright again. I finally recognized the man in my arms.
I smiled up at him, "Hey, stranger." I whispered, letting my fingers trace the lines between his eyebrows, they were no longer visible.
His smile mirrored mine and he kissed both corners of my mouth. "I missed that smile."
Once again we were lost in each other. My head spun with the happiness that whirled through me.
The sun was setting by the time we could bear to pull away from the other. Laying in Owen's arms, both of us exhausted. His fingertips trailed along my spine. My head on his chest, I closed my eyes while listening to his heartbeat slowly going back to normal.
My stomach grumbled making us both laugh.
"Should have eaten your sandwich." He mumbled in my hair.
"I believe it's dinner time now." I answered, lifting my head to look out the window.
"I can start a fire and make some hot dogs."
"Sounds good," I moved so I was laying on top of Owen, "but I don't want to get up."
His hands gripped my hips, holding me against him. He wasn't ready either.
The sky was dark when Owen started the fire. I sat, wrapped in a blanket as I watched him work. In no time the red and oranges flames lit up the night.
My phone rang beside me and I was quick to answer. Maisie's voice floated through the air as soon as I hit the speakerphone button.
"Are you having fun?" She asked
"We are—"
Her excitement cut me off. "Mama, we went sleigh riding! It was so much fun. I don't ever want the snow to go away! Then we got too cold and Aunt Karen made hot chocolate! She said you guys liked when Grandpa put marshmallows in it when you were little. She put some in mine and it was so good! I had two cups." Her words all jumbled together as she spoke. I could picture her bouncing around as she told me about her day. "What are you doing?"
"Daddy just started a fire and we are going to make some hot dogs." I informed her.
"Fun!" She cheered.
"I miss you," I sighed into the phone.
"Miss you guys, too! It's so fun here. Aunt Karen is taking us ice skating tomorrow, so I have to go to bed."
"Ok, sweetie. Have fun."
"Goodnight, Mais." Owen called out loud enough so she could hear him.
"Love you!" Maisie yelled back and hung up the phone.
She was herself again. Finally able to be a kid. My sister was right. This is exactly what we all needed.
I closed my eyes listening to the silence of the night. Part of me longed to hear the sounds of the dinosaurs off in the distance. Many nights we spent outside around our fire pit listening to the faint sounds of them. It was Maisie and Owen's favorite thing to do.
"You miss them?" Owen asked. The look on my face must have given away my thoughts. He sat down next to me and I leaned into his side.
I nodded. "I miss the sounds."
He hummed in agreement. "I think Maisie will, too."
"Maybe we can find a place out in the woods. It wont be dinosaurs we hear, but I'm sure she would like the sounds of other animals around us."
"We can find it all right here." He said motioning behind us towards the van.
I sighed. "This is nice, but it's temporary."
He shook his head. "I just want it to be the three of us for a while."
"I agree," I turned my head to kiss his shoulder. "This is more than enough." For now.