Chapter 2: Family

I had only planned on this being a one shot, but then I thought I might as well go on and continue to make this an AU family fic for the Connors Family. I'm sad to see that Terminator Genisys isn't doing all that well and has so many negative reviews. I thought it was a pretty okay movie and I loved actually seeing the whole family together instead of it just being Sarah and John or just John by himself. Despite the focus of the Terminator movies being about the family they don't really touch on the dynamics between them like Genisys does, but that's just me. I appreciate movies that focus more on character development and bonds rather than actual action and I guess that's what everyone got so bummed about when they saw the movie.

"Sarah, what's wrong? You've been tossing and turning for the past hour, usually as soon as your head hits the pillow you're out." I reached over and turned her towards me so I could see into her blue eyes.

It was late in the night and Sarah's constant movement had woken me up. The light of the moon coming in from the window let me see the flicker of fear in her eyes. What could possibly have my gun-blazing wife shaken like this?

"Did you have nightmare or something..or was it that memory?"

More often than not, Sarah would occasionally dream of a time where I died in her arms from a terminator attack. I had thought the memories would have stopped after we changed history, but sometimes they would creep into our dreams. Whenever either of us had one those dreams of past timelines, we would just hold each other and wait for the sun to rise.

We had made our path and nothing was going to disturb that.

"No, it's nothing like that. It's just…I...Kyle, I don't know what to think about this. I don't know what it means." Sarah started to panic.

I took her face in my hands, leaning our foreheads together to calm her down.

Funny, how when she was growing up all Sarah wanted was the chance to decide her own future, but now with it in her grasp, she was even more afraid of having the ability to choose.

"Whatever it is you can tell me. You're my wife and I'm your husband, I'll do whatever it takes to keep you safe."

Sarah closed her eyes and took a deep breath. "I'm pregnant. Again."

My head snapped back when I heard that.

Sarah was carrying another child! I had created another human being with her and this one was never accounted for.

"That's why you've been acting so strange for the past couple of days…another baby. Wow, our lives just keep getting more and more unreal. I keep thinking I'm going to wake up and all this is going to be a dream." I looked at Sarah in wonder and reached down with one of my hands to reverently caress her stomach.

How hadn't I noticed this? There was already a little bump forming on her belly.

"You're not upset? I was kinda expecting you to have more of a breakdown." Sarah had calmed down and scooted closer to me. I eagerly took her into my arms. Compared to me, she seemed so small and fragile.

"I can see why you'd think that. To be honest, I'm little uneasy about it. I mean, John was expected, but this is…well I don't think us adding to our family like normal people is going to cause the end of the world. If you're worried about someone having a meltdown then you should worry about Pops." Sarah snorted at that.

"Yeah, he's going to short circuit when he finds out we're messing up his timeline even more. But I wonder how John's going to take it. He was supposed to be an only child...and he's already starting to have dreams like us." She rested her head on my shoulder as I started rubbing soothing circles on the baby-bump.

"You're thinking too much. John's going to react like any other kid when their parents tell them they're going to have a sibling. He's just going to wonder when he'll be able to play with them. Or, worst case scenario, John throws a tantrum and the kids hate each other's guts." I reassured her.

Sarah smirked. "I get the feeling this kid's going to pick up on my temper, judging by the constant kicking. We got lucky with our son, he's a lot more of a 'go with flow' kind of child. It'll be even worse if it turns out to be a girl. I don't know if I'll be able to deal with a mini hotheaded version of myself."

The two of us slowly fell asleep to dreams of the new life swelling in Sarah's stomach.

A new possibility had been created.

When morning came we were roughly awoken by the little rascal jumping on the bed. Sarah tried to ignore the ploy and go back to bed, but he wanted our attention bad. He jumped forward, intending to land on his mother and my arm reacted before my mind could process what John's action might cause. I reached out, grabbing my son midair before he could land on my pregnant wife.

"John, you have to be careful with your mom. She's in a delicate condition!" My son squirmed in my arms, still trying to reach for Sarah.

I guessed the cat was out of the bag sooner than we thought.

"Daddy's being silly. Mommy's not delicate, she's tough." John insisted.

Sarah gave up on trying to sleep and reached over to ruffle the munchkin's silky curls. "You're right honey, I'm a tough girl. But your dad's right, you can't be as rough with me right now."

John stopped wiggling in my arms and looked at his mom with the most heartbreakingly, sad eyes. "Are you sick, Mommy?"

I couldn't decide if I wanted to laugh or cry from his expression and question. Sarah, seeing how distressed the boy became, picked him up and held him.

"I am going to be feeling sick, but it's only until your new sibling decides to come out."

John perked up when he heard that.

"I'm going to be a brother? Am I going to get a baby sister?! Where's she going to come out?!" He started looking all over his mom, wondering where his sister was supposed to come from.

"Your sister's going to come from your mom's tummy, just like you did." I whispered into his ear and watched as he leaned down to inspect Sarah's stomach.

"But Daddy, I don't see anything and how could I fit in there? Mommy's tummy is so small." John poked her stomach and jumped back when he felt the bump. "What is that?!"

My son looked so scandalized.

"That's where the baby is going to come from. I don't know why you two think it's going to be a girl, I'm pretty sure it's going to be a boy from how sick I've been feeling. I felt the same when I was carrying John." Sarah put him down on the bed and let the curious boy continue prodding her stomach.

"For some reason I just see us having a girl this time. Maybe, she'll actually act like one unlike her mother." I teased.

Sarah harshly jabbed me in the arm. For someone so small, she sure packed a punch. "Alright wise guy, why don't you go downstairs and make the mother of your second child breakfast."

"Okay, just don't hit me again. You amazon woman."

I got up from the bed and threw on a shirt. "So John, wanna help Dad make pancakes? I'll let you mix blueberries with it."

As soon as he heard me say pancakes and blueberries, my son slid off the bed, running up to me.

"Yeah, yeah! Let's go Daddy. I want lots of blueberries in mine. Hmm, and lots of sausage too." John started drooling as he pulled on my hand.

I let him lead me downstairs to the kitchen and listened as he told me all about the book Sarah had been reading to him at night. Supposedly, they had found the book about dragons she had told me about before.

"Mommy, really reminds me of the dragon queen. They're both so cool. And you're like her loyal knight who loves her lots and lots."

"Is that right?"

Life was good.

"Pops, how much longer are Mommy and Daddy going to be in that room?"

I was sitting on Pop's lap waiting in the hospital for Mommy to bring my sister to life, but I was getting really scared since she was screaming so much. I'd never heard her scream so loud before.

"You have nothing to fear John Connor, your mother, Sarah Connor is a resilient woman. Laboring to bring another child to life is simple compared to taking on indestructible machines trying to destroy the human race. Sarah Connor and Kyle Reese have already proven their aptitude for procreating and safeguarding their offsprings." Pops was talking in really big sentences again. I couldn't understand anything he said.

I wished Daddy would hurry up and put that off button on Pops that he keeps talking about.

I held tighter onto Pop's arms, burying myself in his embrace. He was always so cold, but Mommy said it was normal for him. I swung my feet back and forth, thinking about all the games I could play with my new sister instead of the screams.

I was right about the baby turning out to be a girl. Her name was going to be Adele Bonnie Connor.

I thought Adele was a really pretty name. Mommy told me she named the baby after two singers, just like she did with me except my middle was Daddy's.

Would Adele will like me? I hoped she would like me.

She'd be a new person to play with. Daddy liked to play by running around with me. He taught me how to hit a ball with a bat. Mommy liked to go swimming with me in the lake and taught me how to swim. Sometimes they would both be busy and couldn't play with me. I tried playing with Pops a couple of times, but it didn't go well. He destroyed a ball by hitting it too hard and he didn't like swimming. He wasn't good at playing, but Pops would always sit down and watch movies with me whenever I wanted since he didn't need to sleep.

Why doesn't Pops need to eat or sleep like me? He must be really special.

"Can I have a chocolate bar?" We missed dinner because Adele wanted to come out Mommy's tummy.

"You may only have one bar, John Connor. Sarah Connor was highly emotional when I last gave you an endless supply of chocolate because you said it would make you feel better. You were then confined to your bed for days from the overload of sugar in your tiny, little body." Pops stood up, holding me in his arms and marched to the cafeteria. I grabbed onto his neck to muffle my giggles after emembering the first time he bought me chocolate.

As I was stared at the vending machine, I saw Daddy come running into the cafeteria.

"Daddy over here!" He looked over and saw us. In seconds he had picked me up and was carrying me back to Mommy's room.

"Come on, John. It's time for you meet your sister." Daddy looked sweaty and red, but he seemed excited. He scooped me without warning.

Pops silently followed us. His mouth twitched upwards at the news.

His smiles always looked creepy.

"John." I turned from Daddy's shoulder and looked down at Mommy. She was holding a small bundle in her arms.

Daddy set me next to her. I snuggled into her side and leaned over to look inside the pink blankets.

The red-faced baby scrunched up her face.

"She's so tiny! I'll never be able to play with her." I whined, disappointed.

Adele kicked her feet against Mommy's arms, but her eyes stayed closed.

"You were just as small when I gave birth to you, John. And no you can't play with her just yet, but before you know it she'll be chasing you around your room and following you everywhere, honey." Mommy scolded me and then combed through my hair. Daddy's large hand landed on my back.

Finally, Adele opened her eyes. She had blue eyes like the rest of the family. The blonde curls on her head was the only thing different about her. Her squeezed shut.

"She looks like Daddy." I said.

Adele was given to Daddy and Mommy collapsed against the pillows.

She looked exhausted and messy.

Now that the excitement was over, I was beginning to feel sleepy. Mommy let me curl around her. The sound of her thumping heart was soothing.

"This is your new family, Adele. Me, Sarah, John, and Pops. We'll always love you."

I wanted to try and follow Sarah's logic of naming her kids after famous singers. Since her and Kyle came to the future I used a more modern artist to reflect the change. John's named after Elton John and Adele is named after the singer Adele and Bonnie Tyler.