bonboni - Well, they only just got there, and they're supposed to spend the week before the wedding at C/C's. So...that's how long.
xox-emily-xox - I think you might be onto something there in regards to Sawyer's issues. wink
lost-crazy - Considering who the parents are, don't you think one is enough? Hehe! Ugh. But if I was going to do twins, I wouldn't kill Kate with two boys. (No offense meant.)
I feel bad that I couldn't update yesterday, so I'm throwing you guys another chapter. Hope you like it. (even though the answer to Sawyer might not be in this one...)
Chapter 12
Sawyer managed to survive the drive to the Rent-A-Car center and enjoyed the blissful silent drive back to their apartment. Kate still wouldn't talk or look at him when they got back. Claire and Charlie really had difficulty trying to keep the conversation going as they all sat in the living room. Kate went into the kitchen to help herself to a drink, when Charlie got up to join her.
"Hey Kate," he greeted.
"Hey Charlie," she smiled. "How was the ride with Sawyer?"
"Oh it was fine."
"He wasn't too much trouble, was he?"
"Nah. He was fine. What about you? How are you doing?"
She looked at him slightly confused. "I'm fine. Why wouldn't I be?"
"Not feeling sick, are you?"
She stared at him, her smile fading. "Why would I?"
"Oh you know," he said quietly, glancing at her stomach. "It does that sometimes."
She blinked hard, several times. "I didn't realize Sawyer told you…"
"Congratulations, by the way," he grinned, leaving her alone in the kitchen again.
She stood for a moment, stunned. She went back into the living room and grabbed Sawyer's arm, catching him off guard.
"Can I talk to you for a minute?"
He looked at her, bemused, and got up. Great, he thought. Time to argue again. She pulled him into the guest room and closed the door.
"What?" he said, irritably.
"I thought we decided we weren't going to tell anyone," she said quietly, glaring at him.
"What're you talkin' about?"
"Charlie knows, Sawyer."
"Oh, that."
"Yeah," she said, condescendingly. "That."
"What? You think I wanted to tell him?! He kept askin' me and wouldn't let it go! So I finally just told him so he'd shut up!"
She turned away from him, her face distressed. "Great."
"What do you care? He ain't gonna tell anyone."
"They might!"
He stared at her. "They?"
"What?" she whipped around, staring at him, wide-eyed.
He glared, smirking. "Oh, but you can yell at me?!"
"What are you talking about?" she said with a nervous laugh.
"You told Claire, didn't you?" he grinned devilishly.
She opened her mouth to argue but closed it again, staring at him.
"The girl's been grinnin' at me the whole time. Now I know why!"
"She guessed!" she tried to explain.
"Yeah, whatever."
"Look, I'm sorry, okay? I didn't want to tell her but she got it out of me." She paused, and laughed. "You know, what am I apologizing for? You told Charlie about it."
"Fine. We both screwed up, all right?"
"All right." Her eyes widened. "Do you think they'll tell?"
"Tell who?" She looked at him sardonically. "I don't know. You'd better hope not."
"We'd better hope not."
"We," he corrected, annoyed.
She sighed. "Let's just…try to get through the week without really talking about it. Maybe they'll forget."
He snickered. "Yeah, right."
She looked at him with pleading eyes. "No one needs to know our business."
"You think I don't know that? I don't need people comin' up to me and congratulatin' me for a mistake!"
Kate looked down, trying to hide the hurt in her eyes. "Yeah," she said softly.
"We're better off tellin' no one. At all."
"Oh really," she muttered.
"What?"
"Try practicing what you preach," she teased.
"What's that supposed to mean?"
She folded her arms, unable to resist grinning. "Well, you know you did tell Charlie."
"And you told Claire," he shot back, the corners of his own lips turning up.
She rolled her eyes, smiling. "So now that we know better, we can at least agree to not tell anyone else, right?"
"Didn't plan on it."
"Good."
"Good," he mimicked.
She laughed. "Let's try not to start that up again."
"Well if I remember correctly, it was you that kept the "fine" going."
"Only because you kept coming back with another one. Besides, I ended it."
She turned around and grabbed the door knob but he grabbed her arm, turning her around again.
"Hey," he said softly, staring at her seriously now. "We ever gonna finish what we started this morning?"
She stared at him for a moment, thinking. It was pointless. What had happened with Ana-Lucia was in the past. But she was still curious as to how the hair tie got in the attic when he never let anyone up there…
"I mean I already told you nothin' happened," he went on.
"Is that the truth, Sawyer?"
It was his turn to stare at her now.
"We fell asleep," he finally said. She shook her head, confused. "In the attic. We fell asleep on the floor."
Her eyebrows knit, and she swallowed hard. He wasn't sure if she was fighting back tears or just trying to take it all in. He realized he needed to go into further detail before she spoke again.
"She went up and took one of the guns when I wasn't home. Same one we found in the guest room the day your pal came to kill me."
She blinked furiously, looking down. That was something she could do without remembering.
"Only reason we were up there was to put it back. But then she started snoopin' and found some pictures of my parents. I guess we just fell asleep after that because only thing I remember is wakin' up that morning and my back killin' me from sleepin' on the wood floor."
She nodded, absorbing it all.
"We didn't screw," he added.
She almost laughed. It was a plausible story. And she actually believed it. Every word. She nodded, finally bringing her eyes back up to his.
"Okay."
"Okay?" he looked at her, surprised.
She smiled and nodded again. That was why he didn't mind her being in the attic now. He felt obligated to let her up there since Ana had gotten up there. While it was a little irking, she was still glad.
"Come on," she pulled his arm. "They're going to get the wrong idea."
He smirked at her back. "So let 'em," he said, pulling her back for a long kiss.