Title: Somehow
Rating: PG
Summary: Aaron didn’t like being separated from his mom. He kicked and screamed and was a general nuisance until he got his way. So, basically, he was a normal two year old. Sawyer had little experience dealing with two year olds, and was therefore unbelievably annoyed.
Disclaimer: I don't own Lost. At all. I wish, but alas...
Author's Note: So, look what I managed to write. :) Set in a very idealistic future where nobody dies and everybody lives happily ever after. Who doesn't like that? I was very much in the mood to write some fluff. Used for philosophy_20, prompt #1: birth.



Aaron didn’t like being separated from his mom. He kicked and screamed and was a general nuisance until he got his way. So, basically, he was a normal two year old. Sawyer had little experience dealing with two year olds, and was therefore unbelievably annoyed.

“Can’t you shut him up, or somethin’?” he asked, throwing down the magazine he was holding a lot harder than was necessary.

Jack didn’t even look up from his book, just flipped the page and said, “You’re the one he likes. Why don’t you try something?”

Sawyer rolled his eyes at the very idea and turned to Sun, who sat next to him reading a magazine of her own. She did look up, but only for a second, and only to glare at him. “He’ll stop if you ignore him,” she replied.

“How exactly am I supposed to do that? He’s screamin’ his head off.”

“He’s not,” Jack answered. Sawyer turned back to face him, gave Jack the glare that Sun had just thrown his way. “He’s been louder.”

“Well, excuse me,” Sawyer replied, being more than a little huffy. Sun finally threw down her magazine and climbed out of her chair.

“Oh for goodness sake,” she said, loudly, then when on to curse a few times under her breath. She picked Aaron up in her arms and he stopped kicking, but he still fussed and yelled. Sawyer looked up at them and began to panic when he noticed that Sun was heading in his direction.

“What the hell…” he said, and the next thing he knew, he had a two year old in his lap. A quiet two year old. Jack chuckled from a few chairs away, and when Sawyer turned to glare daggers at Sun, he saw that she looked incredibly proud of herself.

“There,” she said. “He is quiet.”

Jack chuckled at that and Sawyer leaned back as the kid made himself at home in Sawyer’s lap. He didn’t know what the hell to do with him, but at long last, he seemed to have forgotten that his mama was gone. Sun seemed t o sense Sawyer's hesitance and reached to her side, pulled a magazine off of the table without looking, and handed it to Sawyer.

“Here, read him this,” she told him. Sawyer turned the magazine over and couldn’t help but let out a loud, low chuckle.

“The Sports Illustrated Swimsuit Edition?” he asked. “Why Sunshine, I’m surprised at you, but I can't say that I disapprove of your taste.”

Sun turned to him sharply, blushing, and snatching the magazine from his hands. Jack sat two chairs away, laughing and shaking his head fondly at the both of them. “Here,” she said, handing him a Highlights.

“Yeah, alright, let’s see what we’ve got here,” Sawyer said, flipping open the magazine. Jack placed his thumb inside of his book, marking his place while his attention was in other places. He wondered how he got here, what he would have said if someone had told him, a year ago, that getting into a plane crash and being forced to survive in a chaotic jungle environment would be the best thing that had ever happened to him. He wondered what he would have said if he had been told that it would give him things that he had never dreamed he would have: a sister, a boyfriend. A family.

Somewhere in the middle, Jack’s train of though was derailed by Charlie, bursting through the door with a wide smile, barely able to contain his joy. Aaron looked up from the magazine in Sawyer’s hands and giggled at the sight. Jack couldn’t help but do the same.

“It’s a girl,” he said. Sun jumped up to hug him, and Sawyer congratulated him from where he sat. Jack got up, shook his hand, and smiled.

He may not have known how he got here, but he guessed that it didn’t matter. What was important was that he had. He had a sister, a nephew, a niece. He had family, he had friends, and he had someone that loved him. He had everything.