Day 85
Dear Diary,
Hormones. I blame my new mum lactating roller coaster hormones for the harsher parts of that last entry. If something happened to Charlie. . .I mean really happened like in Desmond's visions, I don't know what I would do. Or Aaron. He kind of thinks on him as a dad – as much as a baby can do that sort of thing. It's so cute how he gurgles and coos when his eyes focus in on Charlie. Sometimes I wish I could be that happy to see him.
There I go again. Getting in a dig on poor Charlie who tries as hard as he can. Sometimes I think it's too hard, though. Too over-the-top. He's toned the "helpfulness" down some in the past week which is actually a good thing. I should just sit him down and explain that the smother-hold neediness is not attractive to me. That's probably the best way to go about it since he doesn't take hints and clues well. What did Desmond call it? You need to "hit Charlie over the head with a clue by four." I laughed till I had actual tears rolling down my face. Still, Charlie cares a great deal for Aaron (and me) and that really means a lot when we're stuck in a place like this. I want to be who he thinks I am. Really I do. Sometimes that is just not possible.
Till next time...
Claire
