Conception - Alternate - Part 2
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diandrahollmanFirst I guess I should apologize to my readers for taking THIS LONG to post chapter two. I swear I had a good reason though - I just finished it earlier this week and typed it yesterday. Let's just say my muse has been a little...scattered trying to write too many partial "Lost" stories all at once. You guys have been wonderfully patient. Thank you and I love you all!
You probably don’t need to read “Conception” to understand this. This is just an alternate version of the childbirth part of the story (see author's note).
E-Mail: diandrahollman@yahoo.com
Rating: R? TV-14?
Keywords: Slash, mpreg, labor, Jack/Sawyer
Spoilers: Ha! Yeah, right.
Disclaimer: They don’t belong to me, but I suppose technically they belong to fandom now that Darlton and Bad Robot and ABC are done with them.
Dedication: To everyone who stuck with me through the original epic story. To the Powers That Be and the fandom of the greatest, most ground-breaking and mind-boggling show in recent broadcast television history, possibly ever. Yes, I might be getting nostalgic. *curls in a ball and sobs*
Author's Notes: This started as an alternate scene to Christine’s birth in my story “Conception” that takes place in an alternate universe where A) Jack is able to give birth without a c-section and B) Jack escapes the Others at the same time as Sawyer and Kate or is still pregnant when they go back for him (you decide). It sort of grew into a short story of its own.
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Conception – Alternate
By Diandra Hollman
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Kate was piling fallen logs in the middle of the clearing – dragged from the immediate surrounding area – when they returned.
“How’s he doin’,” Sawyer asked, dumping his own armful of logs next to her pile.
Kate looked over at Jack on the other side of the clearing, pressing his hands against a sturdy tree. “He’s been pacing like a caged animal since you left. I’ve tried to get him to sit down, but he keeps saying he’s fine.”
Juliet dropped her pile of wood beside Sawyer’s. “He can move around as much as he wants. As long as he takes it easy and doesn’t stray far.”
Kate rolled her eyes. “When have we ever known Jack to take it easy?”
“I got it,” Sawyer grumbled. “You just worry about the fire.”
He approached Jack slowly, noting his stiff posture, growing sweat stains and tight muscles. He appeared to be pushing against the tree with all of his weight.
“Nice of you ta offer, Doc, but I think we got enough firewood for now.”
“Counterpressure,” Jack hissed.
“That doin’ somethin’ for ya other than givin’ you splinters?”
Jack blew out a breath, his muscles slowly relaxing. “Shut up.”
Sawyer brushed aside his instinctive annoyance at Jack’s tone, reaching out to lightly rub his closest shoulder. “Pain gettin’ bad?”
Jack groaned and straightened, turning to press his back against the tree, Sawyer’s hand slipping from his shoulder in the process. “I’m fine.”
“You gotta quit sayin’ that, Doc.”
Jack huffed and ran his hands over his bulging abdomen. “Then stop asking how I’m doing.”
Sawyer opened his mouth to argue, then closed it with a snort. Jack had a point. A small human was trying to wrench its way from his body and he was stuck in the jungle with no pain relief in sight. “Fine” was as good as could be expected and asking him how he was doing wouldn’t help anything. Sawyer reached out to cup his cheek. “What can I do?”
Jack blinked at him, somewhat surprised by the lack of argument. Then he hooked his arm around Sawyer’s neck and pulled him into a hug, his head resting on the surprised Southerner’s shoulder. “Stay with me,” he mumbled so quietly Sawyer almost didn’t hear it.
Sawyer rubbed his back gently. “Wasn’t plannin’ on goin’ nowhere, darlin’.”
Jack groaned softly. “Harder.”
Sawyer craned his neck around to try to see Jack’s face. “What?”
“My back. Rub harder.”
“Oh.” Sawyer increased the pressure as best he could from his angle and Jack sighed in relief. “Your back givin’ you trouble?”
“A little.”
Sawyer rolled his eyes. “Don’t gotta be stoic, Jack. You want me to help you, you gotta tell me what you need.”
Jack grunted, but otherwise remained quiet.
“Okay, well, what say we sit by the water over there and I give you a proper backrub? Sound good?”
Jack let go of Sawyer somewhat reluctantly and nodded, letting Sawyer lead him over to the spot he’d indicated. Once there, however, Sawyer hesitated.
“How do you wanna...”
“Sit over there.” Jack pointed to a newly fallen tree.
Sawyer sat on the indicated spot and experienced a moment of surprised confusion as Jack dropped heavily to his knees in front of him, fitting himself between the Southerner’s legs. Then Jack draped his upper body across Sawyer’s thighs, his head resting near one hip, giving Sawyer easy access to his back. Sawyer took the hint and started digging the heels of his hands into the stiff muscles along Jack’s spine. Jack groaned and leaned into him a little more heavily.
Juliet was beside them minutes later, kneeling on the ground next to Jack, reaching beneath him to feel along his abdomen. “How are you doing?”
Jack muttered something that sounded profanity-laden into Sawyer’s thigh.
Juliet’s lips twitched slightly and she nodded to Sawyer in approval. “Well, it’s hard to tell for sure, but it feels like the baby is in occiput posterior position.”
Jack groaned.
“What the hell’s that mean in English?”
Juliet looked up at Sawyer. “The baby’s head is pointing down, which is good. He’s just facing the wrong direction. He should turn around eventually, it’ll just take longer.”
“And if he doesn’t?”
“It shouldn’t affect the delivery,” she said cryptically. She turned her attention from him before he could demand further explanation. “Jack, can you pull your pants down so I can check your dilation?”
Jack nodded and started to sit up, stopping half-way with a gasp, his hands balling into fists, nails scrapping against the denim of Sawyer’s jeans.
Juliet’s hand went to his lower abdomen. “Deep breaths, Jack. From here.”
Jack visibly struggled to follow her directions, whimpering softly on each exhale.
“Try to relax,” Juliet added. “Ride it out. Don’t fight it.”
Sawyer resisted the impulse to roll his eyes. Relax? Don’t fight it? She really had a long way to go when it came to understanding Jack. He rubbed the back of Jack’s neck, feeling the muscles tense beneath his fingers as the pain rolled through Jack’s body.
When it was over, Jack sagged into Sawyer’s lap, catching his breath.
“Can you turn around,” Juliet asked.
Jack blew out a breath and slowly eased himself up and around, brushing away Juliet’s attempts to help him. He leaned back, letting Sawyer’s hands cradle his head, closing his eyes as Juliet’s hand slipped inside his underwear.
“About five centimeters,” she announced, slipping her hand free again. “You’re halfway there.” The look she shot Sawyer made it clear that this would not be the easy half.
Jack sighed and reached up to grip Sawyer’s wrist, silently taking comfort and strength from his presence.
*******
(Two hours later)
“Fucking bastard,” Jack snarled. “I hate you!”
“I know you do, baby,” Sawyer murmured from where he hovered a safe distance away. “Now shut up and breathe.”
Jack moaned and gasped, rocking back and forth on his hands and knees helplessly as the pain overwhelmed his senses. He had shoved Sawyer away three contractions earlier with a half coherent threat involving the removal of his manhood via one of Locke’s knives. Part of him was annoyed that Sawyer had stubbornly refused to leave him alone, but mostly he was grateful. He had never expected Sawyer to be so supportive – to stay by his side despite the verbal (and occasional physical) abuse. And this time, when the contraction was over, he realized he desperately needed that support.
“Sawyer,” he whimpered, wearily pushing himself upright, sitting back.
“Right here.” Sawyer appeared at his elbow suddenly, one hand moving to support the back of Jack’s head, the other running a cold, wet cloth over his face. Sawyer ducked his head, trying to meet Jack’s pain-glazed eyes. “You back with me now?”
Jack swallowed and nodded shakily. He fumbled to grab Sawyer’s shoulders and sighed with relief as the Southerner took the hint and pulled him into a tight embrace. “I’m sorry,” he moaned. “I can’t...”
Sawyer shushed him. “You’re doin’ just fine, darlin’. You’re doin’ real good.” He swallowed heavily and pressed a kiss to Jack’s temple. He felt absolutely useless and he was just barely restraining himself from taking his frustration out on Juliet and Kate. It was killing him to watch Jack suffer.
When they had been captured by the Others, Sawyer had tortured himself imagining all the horrible things they could have been doing to Jack. Kate was safe, he knew. They put her in the cage right next to his. But Jack... Sawyer had imagined him strapped to a table while faceless goons experimented on him like some sort of lab rat – cutting open his veins, injecting him with who-knew-what, making him scream and beg them to stop. Sawyer imagined breaking into wherever they were holding him. He imagined breaking the goons’ necks and freeing Jack before anyone knew what had hit them. Sometimes he simply imagined throwing himself between Jack and the goons, acting as a shield, taking the abuse himself so Jack wouldn’t have to.
But there were no goons here. No tangible foe to remove. No way for Sawyer to take some of Jack’s pain for him. There was nothing he could do but hold Jack, coo a bunch of useless comforting words in his ear and pray it would all end soon.
“You just stay with me,” he murmured.
“’f I don’t make it,” Jack began wearily.
Sawyer stiffened. “Don’t you fuckin’ dare,” he spit. He reached up to grip Jack’s head with both hands, pushing him back just enough so he could look him in the eyes, the washcloth tumbling forgotten to the ground. “I don’t care how bad it gets. You can hit me, kick me, scream at me, whatever you gotta do, but you ain’t givin’ up on me.”
Jack sighed heavily, his head dropping to Sawyer’s shoulder, his fingers twisting in the material of Sawyer’s shirt, clinging tightly. “Sawyer, please...” he murmured tiredly. “I’m not giving up, but we both know there’s a chance this will end badly. If it does...you can’t waste time trying to take me back to camp or...bury me. Just get the baby back to camp.”
Sawyer closed his eyes tightly as if that could block out the images Jack was creating in his mind – images of Jack’s blood-stained body being torn apart by polar bears and whatever other wild creatures lived in the jungle. “Only way I’m leavin’ you is if you’re dead,” he said in a low, unsteady voice. “And there ain’t no way I’m lettin’ that happen.”
Jack opened his mouth, but anything he intended to say was forgotten as pain gripped his abdomen, ripping a low moan from his throat. He heard Sawyer murmur something in his ear and felt movement around him, but his attention was too focused inward to fully register any of it. Everything fell away for a moment – the world seeming to go fuzzy at the edges of Jack’s vision – and when the haze cleared he found himself laying on his side, his head pillowed in Sawyer’s lap. Kate hovered in front of him, pressing a refreshed cool rag to the back of his neck. He could feel Juliet’s hands gently prodding his abdomen.
“He’s awake,” Kate breathed with obvious relief.
“What happened,” he asked, dazed.
“You fainted,” Juliet said bluntly. “That’s your body’s way of telling you you need to *rest* between contractions.” She sighed. “Kate, can you bring the fruit over here?”
Kate nodded, pressing the cloth into Sawyer’s hand and hurrying to fetch the mangoes she and Juliet had been peeling before Jack had passed out.
“Not hungry,” Jack mumbled tiredly, his eyes slipping shut as Sawyer rubbed the back of his neck, his fingers lightly trembling.
“Eat it anyway. You need to keep your strength up.” She turned to Sawyer. “How far apart are the contractions?”
“Same’s they were before. They’re just gettin’ stronger.”
Something garbled and incomprehensible spilled past Jack’s lips, instantly drawing Sawyer’s attention. “What was that, baby?”
Juliet shook her head, pressing her finger to her lips. She leaned down until she was eye-level with Jack, peering intently at his face. She looked up at Sawyer and smiled. “He’s sleeping.”
Sawyer swallowed heavily, the hand he had on Jack’s arm balling into a fist. “You gonna have to cut into him?”
Juliet’s smile faltered and she covered his hand with her own in sympathy. “No. He doesn’t need to be awake for this part. We can let him sleep between contractions. It’s not much, but he’ll need all the rest he can get by the time he’s ready to push.”
Kate returned with a battered tin cup full of mango in time to hear Juliet’s assurance. She gave Sawyer a weak smile and held the cup out to him. “Here, you should eat too.”
“I ain’t hungry,” Sawyer grumbled, returning his attention to Jack, stroking his hair gently.
“James,” Juliet said in a low, warning tone. “You’ll need your strength too. More importantly, Jack will need your strength.”
Sawyer sighed and grabbed the cup from Kate’s still-outstretched hand. “Fine.”
TBC
You probably don’t need to read “Conception” to understand this. This is just an alternate version of the childbirth part of the story (see author's note).
E-Mail: diandrahollman@yahoo.com
Rating: R? TV-14?
Keywords: Slash, mpreg, labor, Jack/Sawyer
Spoilers: Ha! Yeah, right.
Disclaimer: They don’t belong to me, but I suppose technically they belong to fandom now that Darlton and Bad Robot and ABC are done with them.
Dedication: To everyone who stuck with me through the original epic story. To the Powers That Be and the fandom of the greatest, most ground-breaking and mind-boggling show in recent broadcast television history, possibly ever. Yes, I might be getting nostalgic. *curls in a ball and sobs*
Author's Notes: This started as an alternate scene to Christine’s birth in my story “Conception” that takes place in an alternate universe where A) Jack is able to give birth without a c-section and B) Jack escapes the Others at the same time as Sawyer and Kate or is still pregnant when they go back for him (you decide). It sort of grew into a short story of its own.
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Conception – Alternate
By Diandra Hollman
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Kate was piling fallen logs in the middle of the clearing – dragged from the immediate surrounding area – when they returned.
“How’s he doin’,” Sawyer asked, dumping his own armful of logs next to her pile.
Kate looked over at Jack on the other side of the clearing, pressing his hands against a sturdy tree. “He’s been pacing like a caged animal since you left. I’ve tried to get him to sit down, but he keeps saying he’s fine.”
Juliet dropped her pile of wood beside Sawyer’s. “He can move around as much as he wants. As long as he takes it easy and doesn’t stray far.”
Kate rolled her eyes. “When have we ever known Jack to take it easy?”
“I got it,” Sawyer grumbled. “You just worry about the fire.”
He approached Jack slowly, noting his stiff posture, growing sweat stains and tight muscles. He appeared to be pushing against the tree with all of his weight.
“Nice of you ta offer, Doc, but I think we got enough firewood for now.”
“Counterpressure,” Jack hissed.
“That doin’ somethin’ for ya other than givin’ you splinters?”
Jack blew out a breath, his muscles slowly relaxing. “Shut up.”
Sawyer brushed aside his instinctive annoyance at Jack’s tone, reaching out to lightly rub his closest shoulder. “Pain gettin’ bad?”
Jack groaned and straightened, turning to press his back against the tree, Sawyer’s hand slipping from his shoulder in the process. “I’m fine.”
“You gotta quit sayin’ that, Doc.”
Jack huffed and ran his hands over his bulging abdomen. “Then stop asking how I’m doing.”
Sawyer opened his mouth to argue, then closed it with a snort. Jack had a point. A small human was trying to wrench its way from his body and he was stuck in the jungle with no pain relief in sight. “Fine” was as good as could be expected and asking him how he was doing wouldn’t help anything. Sawyer reached out to cup his cheek. “What can I do?”
Jack blinked at him, somewhat surprised by the lack of argument. Then he hooked his arm around Sawyer’s neck and pulled him into a hug, his head resting on the surprised Southerner’s shoulder. “Stay with me,” he mumbled so quietly Sawyer almost didn’t hear it.
Sawyer rubbed his back gently. “Wasn’t plannin’ on goin’ nowhere, darlin’.”
Jack groaned softly. “Harder.”
Sawyer craned his neck around to try to see Jack’s face. “What?”
“My back. Rub harder.”
“Oh.” Sawyer increased the pressure as best he could from his angle and Jack sighed in relief. “Your back givin’ you trouble?”
“A little.”
Sawyer rolled his eyes. “Don’t gotta be stoic, Jack. You want me to help you, you gotta tell me what you need.”
Jack grunted, but otherwise remained quiet.
“Okay, well, what say we sit by the water over there and I give you a proper backrub? Sound good?”
Jack let go of Sawyer somewhat reluctantly and nodded, letting Sawyer lead him over to the spot he’d indicated. Once there, however, Sawyer hesitated.
“How do you wanna...”
“Sit over there.” Jack pointed to a newly fallen tree.
Sawyer sat on the indicated spot and experienced a moment of surprised confusion as Jack dropped heavily to his knees in front of him, fitting himself between the Southerner’s legs. Then Jack draped his upper body across Sawyer’s thighs, his head resting near one hip, giving Sawyer easy access to his back. Sawyer took the hint and started digging the heels of his hands into the stiff muscles along Jack’s spine. Jack groaned and leaned into him a little more heavily.
Juliet was beside them minutes later, kneeling on the ground next to Jack, reaching beneath him to feel along his abdomen. “How are you doing?”
Jack muttered something that sounded profanity-laden into Sawyer’s thigh.
Juliet’s lips twitched slightly and she nodded to Sawyer in approval. “Well, it’s hard to tell for sure, but it feels like the baby is in occiput posterior position.”
Jack groaned.
“What the hell’s that mean in English?”
Juliet looked up at Sawyer. “The baby’s head is pointing down, which is good. He’s just facing the wrong direction. He should turn around eventually, it’ll just take longer.”
“And if he doesn’t?”
“It shouldn’t affect the delivery,” she said cryptically. She turned her attention from him before he could demand further explanation. “Jack, can you pull your pants down so I can check your dilation?”
Jack nodded and started to sit up, stopping half-way with a gasp, his hands balling into fists, nails scrapping against the denim of Sawyer’s jeans.
Juliet’s hand went to his lower abdomen. “Deep breaths, Jack. From here.”
Jack visibly struggled to follow her directions, whimpering softly on each exhale.
“Try to relax,” Juliet added. “Ride it out. Don’t fight it.”
Sawyer resisted the impulse to roll his eyes. Relax? Don’t fight it? She really had a long way to go when it came to understanding Jack. He rubbed the back of Jack’s neck, feeling the muscles tense beneath his fingers as the pain rolled through Jack’s body.
When it was over, Jack sagged into Sawyer’s lap, catching his breath.
“Can you turn around,” Juliet asked.
Jack blew out a breath and slowly eased himself up and around, brushing away Juliet’s attempts to help him. He leaned back, letting Sawyer’s hands cradle his head, closing his eyes as Juliet’s hand slipped inside his underwear.
“About five centimeters,” she announced, slipping her hand free again. “You’re halfway there.” The look she shot Sawyer made it clear that this would not be the easy half.
Jack sighed and reached up to grip Sawyer’s wrist, silently taking comfort and strength from his presence.
*******
(Two hours later)
“Fucking bastard,” Jack snarled. “I hate you!”
“I know you do, baby,” Sawyer murmured from where he hovered a safe distance away. “Now shut up and breathe.”
Jack moaned and gasped, rocking back and forth on his hands and knees helplessly as the pain overwhelmed his senses. He had shoved Sawyer away three contractions earlier with a half coherent threat involving the removal of his manhood via one of Locke’s knives. Part of him was annoyed that Sawyer had stubbornly refused to leave him alone, but mostly he was grateful. He had never expected Sawyer to be so supportive – to stay by his side despite the verbal (and occasional physical) abuse. And this time, when the contraction was over, he realized he desperately needed that support.
“Sawyer,” he whimpered, wearily pushing himself upright, sitting back.
“Right here.” Sawyer appeared at his elbow suddenly, one hand moving to support the back of Jack’s head, the other running a cold, wet cloth over his face. Sawyer ducked his head, trying to meet Jack’s pain-glazed eyes. “You back with me now?”
Jack swallowed and nodded shakily. He fumbled to grab Sawyer’s shoulders and sighed with relief as the Southerner took the hint and pulled him into a tight embrace. “I’m sorry,” he moaned. “I can’t...”
Sawyer shushed him. “You’re doin’ just fine, darlin’. You’re doin’ real good.” He swallowed heavily and pressed a kiss to Jack’s temple. He felt absolutely useless and he was just barely restraining himself from taking his frustration out on Juliet and Kate. It was killing him to watch Jack suffer.
When they had been captured by the Others, Sawyer had tortured himself imagining all the horrible things they could have been doing to Jack. Kate was safe, he knew. They put her in the cage right next to his. But Jack... Sawyer had imagined him strapped to a table while faceless goons experimented on him like some sort of lab rat – cutting open his veins, injecting him with who-knew-what, making him scream and beg them to stop. Sawyer imagined breaking into wherever they were holding him. He imagined breaking the goons’ necks and freeing Jack before anyone knew what had hit them. Sometimes he simply imagined throwing himself between Jack and the goons, acting as a shield, taking the abuse himself so Jack wouldn’t have to.
But there were no goons here. No tangible foe to remove. No way for Sawyer to take some of Jack’s pain for him. There was nothing he could do but hold Jack, coo a bunch of useless comforting words in his ear and pray it would all end soon.
“You just stay with me,” he murmured.
“’f I don’t make it,” Jack began wearily.
Sawyer stiffened. “Don’t you fuckin’ dare,” he spit. He reached up to grip Jack’s head with both hands, pushing him back just enough so he could look him in the eyes, the washcloth tumbling forgotten to the ground. “I don’t care how bad it gets. You can hit me, kick me, scream at me, whatever you gotta do, but you ain’t givin’ up on me.”
Jack sighed heavily, his head dropping to Sawyer’s shoulder, his fingers twisting in the material of Sawyer’s shirt, clinging tightly. “Sawyer, please...” he murmured tiredly. “I’m not giving up, but we both know there’s a chance this will end badly. If it does...you can’t waste time trying to take me back to camp or...bury me. Just get the baby back to camp.”
Sawyer closed his eyes tightly as if that could block out the images Jack was creating in his mind – images of Jack’s blood-stained body being torn apart by polar bears and whatever other wild creatures lived in the jungle. “Only way I’m leavin’ you is if you’re dead,” he said in a low, unsteady voice. “And there ain’t no way I’m lettin’ that happen.”
Jack opened his mouth, but anything he intended to say was forgotten as pain gripped his abdomen, ripping a low moan from his throat. He heard Sawyer murmur something in his ear and felt movement around him, but his attention was too focused inward to fully register any of it. Everything fell away for a moment – the world seeming to go fuzzy at the edges of Jack’s vision – and when the haze cleared he found himself laying on his side, his head pillowed in Sawyer’s lap. Kate hovered in front of him, pressing a refreshed cool rag to the back of his neck. He could feel Juliet’s hands gently prodding his abdomen.
“He’s awake,” Kate breathed with obvious relief.
“What happened,” he asked, dazed.
“You fainted,” Juliet said bluntly. “That’s your body’s way of telling you you need to *rest* between contractions.” She sighed. “Kate, can you bring the fruit over here?”
Kate nodded, pressing the cloth into Sawyer’s hand and hurrying to fetch the mangoes she and Juliet had been peeling before Jack had passed out.
“Not hungry,” Jack mumbled tiredly, his eyes slipping shut as Sawyer rubbed the back of his neck, his fingers lightly trembling.
“Eat it anyway. You need to keep your strength up.” She turned to Sawyer. “How far apart are the contractions?”
“Same’s they were before. They’re just gettin’ stronger.”
Something garbled and incomprehensible spilled past Jack’s lips, instantly drawing Sawyer’s attention. “What was that, baby?”
Juliet shook her head, pressing her finger to her lips. She leaned down until she was eye-level with Jack, peering intently at his face. She looked up at Sawyer and smiled. “He’s sleeping.”
Sawyer swallowed heavily, the hand he had on Jack’s arm balling into a fist. “You gonna have to cut into him?”
Juliet’s smile faltered and she covered his hand with her own in sympathy. “No. He doesn’t need to be awake for this part. We can let him sleep between contractions. It’s not much, but he’ll need all the rest he can get by the time he’s ready to push.”
Kate returned with a battered tin cup full of mango in time to hear Juliet’s assurance. She gave Sawyer a weak smile and held the cup out to him. “Here, you should eat too.”
“I ain’t hungry,” Sawyer grumbled, returning his attention to Jack, stroking his hair gently.
“James,” Juliet said in a low, warning tone. “You’ll need your strength too. More importantly, Jack will need your strength.”
Sawyer sighed and grabbed the cup from Kate’s still-outstretched hand. “Fine.”
TBC
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Date: 2010-10-06 07:04 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2010-10-07 08:45 pm (UTC)Speaking of babies, I never got a chance to congratulate you on your little girl! :D You might be able to give me some pointers as I move ahead with this story...
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Date: 2010-10-08 05:38 am (UTC)thanks so much, I am a happy mom. wish I could help you with more details, but I had a c-section :-p
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Date: 2010-10-10 09:23 pm (UTC)(no subject)
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Date: 2010-10-18 01:38 am (UTC)Yeah, Sawyer always takes good care of his boy if you know what I mean. ;)
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Date: 2010-10-12 08:12 pm (UTC)I love Jawyer children. I wrote my own story about Jack and Sawyer hving kids, but I neer had any labor sence.
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Date: 2010-10-18 01:42 am (UTC)That and I clearly love to abuse Jack. Only because Sawyer can worry over him and comfort him and eventually it all leads to hot sex. ;D