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Nov. 10th, 2010 06:45 pmJack had been a little quiet for the last day or so, after he and Sam fought and he tried to wrap his head around the whole pregnancy thing and approach it a little more from Sam's point of view.
It wasn't really working, given there was nothing more he wanted in the world than to have a baby with Sam and her not wanting to have a baby with him, well, it hurt. Maybe the island wasn't a good place for it, sure, but it'd happened. They'd have to live with it.
He thought about that for a while before wandering down to the clothes box for fresh t-shirts and on a lark, thought about socks for a moment. His lips twisted into a wry smirk when he pulled out a pair of mismatched baby socks.
It was kind of like them...a little mismatched, but still going together. Sort of. He tucked them in his pocket and went to find Sam, leaning in the doorway of her hut.
"Sam? You busy?"
It wasn't really working, given there was nothing more he wanted in the world than to have a baby with Sam and her not wanting to have a baby with him, well, it hurt. Maybe the island wasn't a good place for it, sure, but it'd happened. They'd have to live with it.
He thought about that for a while before wandering down to the clothes box for fresh t-shirts and on a lark, thought about socks for a moment. His lips twisted into a wry smirk when he pulled out a pair of mismatched baby socks.
It was kind of like them...a little mismatched, but still going together. Sort of. He tucked them in his pocket and went to find Sam, leaning in the doorway of her hut.
"Sam? You busy?"