Disclaimer: If I owned Lost then in the next episode Desmond would mysteriously lose that shirt of his and have to walk around without one on for the rest of the show. Unfortunately for myself and the rest of the Des fans, I don't own it so the shirt stays. Sorry.
a/n: For some reason this one took me a lot longer than I would've liked to write. I think it's because I wanted to do the idea justice, I'm still not sure if I have but I'm pretty happy with what I've got. Who knows, one day I might continue it. Anyway, enough rambling and on with the story.
His eyelids were pulled opened quite forcefully. He could feel small chubby fingers being shoved up his nose. And before he knew what was going he was having his own snot wiped across his face.
Claire woke that morning to find an arm around her waist and Aaron tugging on a startled Desmond's beard. She laughed and got up to pull her son off. Desmond smiled up at her in gratitude. He loved babies but waking up to find one playing with your face wasn't one of the things he liked about them.
He sat up and watched Claire tickle her son and Aaron coo with laughter. He couldn't help but smile at the scene before him. Last night she had come to his tent, tears streaming down her face and the baby crying in her arms. They had lay beside each other, just enjoying each other's company until the early hours of the morning. Claire had drifted off as they watched the sunset in silence, with her head on his shoulder. He couldn't remember when he had finally joined her in sleep, but he did remember placing a small kiss on her temple just moments before.