Title: Baby Blues

Author: Typhoid-love

Rating: K+, because this is meant to be cute.

Summary: Shannon has been avoiding Sayid and he has no idea why. He's in for a big surprise.

Disclaimer: If I owned Lost I would not be writing fanfiction about it... I would be making Shannon still alive! (Pfft, damn writers)

Authors Note: So, yeah, I've gotten a good response to this story and that makes me happy. I didn't think the first chapter would be that powerful but it was and I'm glad you all liked it. So there are two more chapters to this story... plus I might do and epilogue. So yeah this is a short story. Oh, and to all you Sawyer lovers, you're gonna like this chapter. *grins*

UPDATE, 5/23/11: Just fixing some spelling errors here, don't mind me, haha!

Sayid was in a good mood today. He was happy and content. Nothing in the world could bother him today. Well, there was one thing…

While he walked towards his and Shannon's shelter with a bundle of fruit, a voice stopped him.

"Aww, look at Muhammad getting' fruit for his baby mama."

Sayid rolled his eyes and turned, looking over to the other man. Sawyer was leaning against a tree with his arms crossed over his chest. He was smirking his famous smirk at the former Iraqi soldier.

Sawyer had recently recovered from a bullet wound and since then he's been bugging practically everyone on that island. The bullet wound was received when they had been attacked on the raft by the Others. Walt was taken and still missing. It had devastated Michael. Sawyer, Jin, and Michael returned with the survivors from the tail section of the plane.

"Hello, Sawyer." Sayid greeted allowing some of his annoyance to be heard. "And how are you feeling?" It was more of a sarcastic question because honestly Sayid didn't care how he felt.

"Eh, same old, same old." Sawyer replied with a shrug and eyeing the bundle of fruit. "She cravin' fruit again?"

Sayid looked down at the fruit he was holding. It was true, Shannon had been craving fruit over the past few weeks. She had been craving a lot of things but fruit was the only thing he could get for her. All the other things she craved could only come from civilization such as chocolate, pancakes, cookies, potato chips, ketchup, pickles… yeah, the last one made him a bit iffy.

"Yes, she has." He replied looking back up to Sawyer.

"And you're off to get her stuff like a little man slave." Sawyer said, his smirk widening.

Sayid knew that Sawyer was purposely trying to get on his nerves. It was of course working, these two men were just not fond of each other and they never would be.

"At least I have a woman to get things for." Sayid retorted narrowing his eyes. Sawyer also narrowed his eyes and his smirk disappeared.

"Touché." He said and Sayid shot him a confused look. Sawyer rolled his eyes. "It means nice come back. Jeeze, get with the program, Muhammad. Your girlfriend would appreciate my French."

Sayid glared at the southerner. He was a former Iraqi soldier; of course he wasn't going to understand English terms! Er… French terms.

"Shut-up." He grumbled before trying to walk past the other man, but apparently Sawyer wasn't finished annoying him yet.

"So, I see that you're okay with bein' a daddy-o now." He said unhooking one of his arms and staring intently at his fingertips. Most likely at the scars Sayid had left when he tortured him to get Shannon's medication.

"I have always been all right with it." Sayid replied with his eyebrows scrunched together in confusion.

"Oh really?" Sawyer asked looking up from his nails with a sly glint in his eyes. "Cause I heard that when Sticks gave the big news ya fainted."

Sayid blushed lightly in embarrassment. That wasn't a moment he was too proud of. Not to mention he had worried Shannon to the point of tears. Since then though he had been waiting on her hand and foot.

"I did not… it was not my intent…" Sayid stumbled on each word and he immediately noticed how much amusement this was bringing Sawyer. He glared again at the other man. "Shut-up." He mumbled and with the he walked off to continue his previous task.

Shannon was sitting in the sand outside their shelter folding their clothes. She looked up and saw Sayid walking towards her. She smiled, brightening his day with that one action.

"Hi, babe." She greeted him once he was close enough to hear.

"Hello." He greeted in return, leaning down placing a gently kiss upon her forehead. "I brought you your fruit." He said laying the sack of fruit on the ground next to her before he sat across from her to help with the laundry.

"Oh, thank you!" Shannon said excitedly grabbing a fruit from the sack.

Sayid's gaze traveled down to her protruding belly. Shannon was now in her sixth month of pregnancy and she was big, not huge just yet, but big. She complained about it on occasions, but he could tell that she loved being pregnant.

"Oh!" Shannon suddenly squeaked causing Sayid to quickly look up at her face.

"What's wrong?" He asked concerned, but she smiled at him happily.

"She's kicking." She said grabbing his hand and placing it on her belly.

The baby was indeed kicking. Sayid still was amazed at how magical it was to feel his child moving within the woman that he loved. Then something hit him.

"How do you know it's going to be a girl?" He asked curiously.

"Motherly instinct, duh!" She spoke as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.

Sayid couldn't hold back the huge grin that spread across his face. Never, not once in his life had he ever been this happy before. It was strange how he could find love and happiness in the most unlikely person and in the most unlikely place. Shannon Rutherford was not the sort of person he usually would have been interested in and he was quite sure that she wouldn't have been interested in him. It's because if they had never crashed on this island they never would have given each other the time of day. He was so intent on finding Nadia that he never would have noticed Shannon. But that plane did crash and he had noticed the tall blonde. He couldn't help but have a Locke moment and feel that maybe the plane crash was fate; that he and Shannon were meant to be together and only a plane crash and being stranded on an island could be the fate that brought them together.

"I love you." He told her, intently looking at her face.

Once again that day brightening smile spread across her face. "I love you too."

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