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"I see," she said, her hands on her hips. "Can I make it up to you?"
She seemed slightly distressed by the notion, shaking her head. "No, no, Francis, you should sleep. I'm not going to be able to focus tomorrow...
He rubbed her back, kissing her temple. "I love you too."
Jack was in Sawyer's room, fast asleep in the rocking chair. There was a large stack of pillows by Sawyer's crib, evidence of his escape.
She seemed completely bewildered at this point. "What? Why would you do that?"
She emerged a few minutes later, zipping up a pair of jeans. "What did I do?"
"You won't know," she said, her voice quiet. "You won't be able to see it. Please, Francis, just sleep. I'll be alright."
"I can tell. You're blushing."
Aubrey looked up and her whole face brightened as she saw who it was. She ran down the hallway as fast as her legs could carry her, panting...
"Are you hungry? What does it signify?"
Her low laugh came from the door as she searched, pulling open drawers.
"I... can't," she said, her voice falling suddenly very, very quiet. "I shouldn't. I haven't been this close to fire since my mom. I'm... I'm...
His low laugh danced in her ears and he pulled her closer. "Don't be embarrassed."
Sawyer was soaking wet, but absolutely delighted. He gave her a chubby grin, laughing deeply. Aubrey looked up at her mother, clearly...
"Then why did you extend your tongue? It's not tasty right now," she said, clearly bewildered.
She flipped him off as she turned the corner, closing the door behind her.
She leaned into his touch so instinctively, it was as if it was the only thing she was sure of. She shook her head slowly. "You should sleep. One...
He kissed her cheek, his nose brushing her skin. "So, so incredibly pretty."
Aubrey was pouring water on Sawyer's head as the baby laughed, clapping delightedly.
She blinked, clearly unsure how to react. "Are you... are you trying to eat my corn? You're not doing it very well."
