Rachel sat cross-legged near the fire, her hand resting lightly on her stomach. The faint curve of her tiny bump had become more noticeable over the past few days, and she found herself tracing it absentmindedly, marveling at how real everything was starting to feel. Finn was beside her, whittling a piece of wood into something useful, though he kept sneaking glances at her.

"You're staring," Rachel said without looking up, a small smile tugging at her lips.

Finn chuckled, setting the wood and knife aside. "Can you blame me? You've got this… glow or something."

Rachel rolled her eyes playfully, but the compliment made her heart swell. "It's probably just the sweat and exhaustion."

Finn scooted closer, leaning his chin on her shoulder. "Nah, it's definitely the glow."

Rachel smiled, resting her hand over his. "Do you think it's too early to guess how far along I might be?"

Finn leaned back slightly, his expression thoughtful. "I don't know much about pregnancy, but… you've got that little bump now. Maybe three or four months?"

Rachel nodded, staring into the fire. "That sounds about right. I've been trying to remember when my last period was, but everything before the crash feels like a blur."

"Yeah," Finn said, his voice soft. "It's like that whole part of our lives is… distant. Like it happened to someone else."

Rachel tilted her head, glancing at him. "How long do you think we've been on this island?"

Finn's brow furrowed as he considered the question. "Honestly? I have no idea. Feels like forever."

Rachel frowned, her fingers tracing patterns on her knee. "We've been through so many days, so many routines. But if I'm three or four months along, and it didn't start right after we got here… we've been here a while."

Finn nodded slowly. "At least a couple of months, maybe more."

Rachel sighed, the weight of time pressing down on her. "It's strange, isn't it? Back home, we'd mark everything—weeks, months, birthdays, anniversaries. But here, time just… exists."

Finn wrapped an arm around her shoulders, pulling her close. "Yeah, but we've done more than just let time pass. We've survived. We've built something."

Rachel smiled faintly, leaning into him. "I know. It's just hard to imagine how long our families have been waiting. Wondering."

Finn rested his chin on her head, his voice steady. "They haven't given up, Rach. I know they haven't."

After a moment of silence, Rachel placed her hand on her stomach again, her voice soft. "Do you think the baby knows? That they're part of all this?"

Finn smiled, his hand covering hers. "I think they do. And when they're old enough, we'll tell them about everything we've been through. How tough their mom is, and how she kept us all going."

Rachel laughed softly, tears prickling at the corners of her eyes. "You're going to be such a good dad, Finn."

Finn kissed the top of her head, his voice full of quiet confidence. "And you're going to be the best mom."