Author's Note: Sorry for the wait, I've been working on a few other fics, plus I've got a lot of homework lately. I think this is one of the weaker chapters, but I've already got better ideas for the next one :P

"Catch a falling star and put it in your pocket,

save it for a rainy day.

Catch a falling star and put it in your pocket,

never let if fade away," Claire sang softly to her infant son, who she had decided to name Aaron, and lowered him into his cradle. She stood there for a moment, just watching him sleep. She still didn't understand how she could love someone so much, who two days ago didn't even exist.

"I thought you said you didn't sing," Claire whirled around to see Charlie standing in the doorway.

"I don't. It's just a little song my parents used to sing me." Claire walked out of the nursery, gently shutting the door behind her.

"Your parents?" He was carefully prying, he wanted the full story, that was obvious. Claire never talked about her father to anyone though, not even Charlie.

"Yes," Claire didn't expand, and there was a moment of uncomfortable silence between them.

"Just your mum? Or your father too?" Claire walked into the living room and plopped down on the couch. Charlie took the seat next to her. "Sorry, you don't have to answer that." Claire nodded and looked the other way.

"My dad...he had this other family. A wife, a son, and he left my mum to be with them. Or she asked him to leave, I don't really know. It's not that exciting of a story. Why did you want to know?"

"I want to know about you, Claire," Charlie answered honestly. Claire turned to face him again and smiled. The phone rang, interrupting their little moment. "I'll get it," Charlie offered. "You should be sleeping anyway." Claire hadn't realized how tired she actually was until Charlie said that. As he got up to answer the phone, Claire laid down and dozed off for awhile.

- - - - - - - - - -

The sudden cry of a baby awoke Claire instantly. She sat straight up and saw Charlie standing in the kitchen, carefully rocking Aaron.

"Shh, shh," He murmured to the child.

"Is he hungry?" Claire asked, walking over to them.

"Sorry, I didn't want to wake you."

"It's fine," Claire responded, taking Aaron into her arms. "Who was on the phone earlier?"

"Oh, you'll never believe this. Some news channel wants me to do an interview, you know, because we were supposed to be on that plane that crashed. And because I'm a rock god after all. You can come too. They think we have a great story, you and me."

"What exactly is our story?" Claire asked uneasily, as she sat down at the table.

"That we were going to be on the plane, but we met and, you know, now we're...together. If you don't want to, that's fine, I just thought..." Charlie trailed off, and searched his girlfriend's face for any indication of what she was thinking.

"I don't know Charlie, I'm really tired. Who would watch Aaron?"

"Right, right, of course. I'll call them in the morning and cancel." His face fell a little when he spoke, and Claire immediately felt bad.

"You should go, don't let me stop you."

"Is this one of those things where you say I should go, but you really don't think I should, and you get angry at me for leaving you?"

"Of course not. How long will this interview take? A few hours?" Charlie could sense Claire getting slightly irritated with him now, and he chalked it up to her still being hormonal after the birth of her son. Although, he'd never actually known her when she wasn't in a hormonal state.

"I won't go, I'll stay with you. It's okay."

"No you won't. Just go, do the interview, really."

"Really?"

"Really." Charlie bent down and kissed Claire quickly on the cheek.

"I love you," He whispered in her ear. It was the first time that either of them had said it, which was odd since they had been living together for over a month now. Claire didn't know how to respond to this. If she didn't say it back, he would be crushed. She cared about him, but she wasn't quite sure she was actually in love with him, not yet. He paused for a minute, then acted like he hadn't even said anything. "I'm going to take a nap. Let me know if you or Aaron need anything." He turned and walked toward their bedroom.

"I love you too Charlie." Claire called out bravely. When he looked at her again, she knew she was right in telling him that she loved him by the way his face lit up. He opened his mouth to say something, but was cut off by Aaron's shriek. "I really need to feed him now. Go on, have your nap."

"Right. See you in the morning."

"See you."