"I really like being a dad," Steve told Allison, breaking the silence of their drive home. Sawyer had fallen asleep shortly after the truck started moving leaving Allison stuck dealing with only one of her earlier problems.

"I know you do," She said, smiling slightly. "I can tell."

"I'm just so excited to have a son, you know?" Steve continued, turning in his seat so he could look at her. "I can't wait to show him everything my dad showed me. Like how to play football, his favourite fishing spot, the petroglyphs I took Danny to-"

"You mean the same petroglyphs that you broke your arm showing Danny?" Allison interrupted.

"Yeah, but he'll be fine!" Steve promised. "That only happened because I strayed from the path."

"Oh yeah, that's reassuring..." Allison mumbled sarcastically. "You still have to wait quite a while before he's old enough for that one though."

"I know, but I'm excited." Steve said, sounding like a four year old talking about Christmas. "I really miss my dad and now that I'm a dad too I feel a little closer to him, like we share something even though we didn't get to share anything for half my life." Allison wasn't used to Steve talking so openly about his family and definitely picked up a bitter hint to his last remark. Not wanting to discourage him, but not really sure what to say, she simply nodded along, focusing on the road. Steve needed no encouragement though and continued anyway. "And then there's my mom! Did I tell you that she never left the damn island?"

"No, you didn't." Allison replied, surprised by this information. "I thought you sent her away again to keep her safe?"

"I fucking did!" Steve raised his voice, obviously upset by the situation. Allison shushed him before he continued. "Sorry, but I did. She convinced the pilot to turn the plane around."

"Did she say why?"

"I haven't talked to her," He admitted. "I know she's here, but I don't know where."

"Well I'm sure she has a good reason," Allison assured him as she pulled into the driveway.

Steve simply shrugged, not quite so convinced.

"I guess,"

Once the truck was parked, Allison turned to face Steve.

"Now, you will be sleeping on the couch tonight like you promised. There should be a blanket in the living room and you can take one of my pillows while I put Sawyer in his crib, okay?"

"Yeah, okay," Steve replied, her tone making it clear there was to be no arguing about the matter.

"Good," Allison nodded before getting out of the truck and unfastening Sawyer's car seat as Steve walked towards the house.

After putting Sawyer to bed proved to be a rather easy task, Allison found herself standing in front of the full length mirror in her current bedroom. She was changing into her pajamas when she had caught sight of herself and been distracted. Overall, she decided that being pregnant hadn't done too much damage to her physique. She had a little more pudge than she did before, but that was unavoidable and her chest had definitely benefitted. She'd never been lacking in that department, but now, thanks to breastfeeding, her chest was even more prominent. With a giggle, Allison realized that the bra she was wearing that evening only accentuated the recent growth and solved the mystery of why Steve hadn't been able to keep his eyes off her all through the meal.

Feeling fairly happy with what she saw, Allison walked over to her bed where her pajamas were laying. She was just about to continue getting undressed when she felt a pair of arms slide around her waist. The threat of Wo Fat returning instantly popped into her mind and she practically jumped out of her skin before she even had a chance to recognize the familiarity of the arms that were holding her in place.

"Shh, it's just me," Steve whispered before placing a kiss against her neck.

"God, you scared the shit out of me, Steven." Allison told him, her heart still racing. "What are you doing in here anyway? I told you to sleep on the couch."

Steve rested his head on her shoulder, his breath tickling her ear as he spoke.

"I was coming to get a pillow and then I saw you and you just look so beautiful,"

His hands came to rest on her hips and Allison suddenly couldn't decide whether her heart was racing out of shock or simply because of how close he was.

"I think you should go back to the couch," She told him quietly. "Just grab a pillow and go."

However, Steve simply sighed and stayed where he was.

"I hate you, you know that?"

"What?" Allison asked, caught off guard by his comment.

"I hate you because you're making me selfish," He explained, his breath still hot against her neck. "I know I should do the right thing and leave you alone to keep you safe, but I can't. I can't because I'm in love with you."

Allison was quiet for a moment, not sure how to respond to Steve's drunk, but heart wrenching, honesty.

"I know," She finally choked out.

Steve tensed, obviously not getting the response he had hoped for, but he was not deterred.

"And I know you love me," He placed another soft kiss against her neck as he gently rubbed his hands up and down her sides, causing little goose bumps to appear on her skin. The familiarity of the situation made Allison feel comfortable, a feeling that she had missed amongst the chaos of the last few weeks and, against her better judgement, she let herself relax against Steve as she closed her eyes. "And I know you missed this. Us, being together. I have, I missed it so much."

Allison was about thirty seconds away from admitting Steve was right, but as his hand teased the top of her panties, her eyes snapped open.

"Steve, stop." She said forcefully, pushing herself out of his arms before turning to face him. "We're not doing this, we can't do this."

Steve's eyebrows furrowed in confusion and as Allison looked at his bleary eyes, she was reminded just how drunk he was.

"Are you still...sensitive? You know, uh...down there?"

Allison blushed slightly at his awkward question.

"Yes, I am, but that's not the point." She told him. "You're not my boyfriend anymore, I'm not going to sleep with you."

Steve stared at her for a minute before speaking.

"That never stopped you with all those other guys." As the words left his mouth, Allison felt her jaw drop and once Steve realized what he had said, he seemed shocked too. "Shit, Ally-"

"I know you're drunk so I'm going to pretend you didn't just say that," Allison interrupted him, her sharp tone conveying her unhappiness. "Now you should probably go get some sleep because we both know you're going to feel like shit when your son wakes you up bright and early tomorrow morning."

Steve nodded and quickly pressed his lips to her cheek.

"I'm sorry," He mumbled before leaving the room without even bothering to grab the pillow he came in for.