Hi guys! I'm going to leave a kind of long spiel here, just to introduce stuff, so if you don't want to be bored by my rambling, please feel free to skip to the actual story, haha. I'm really excited about this fic! I recently finished Lost for the first time and I'm now rewatching with my sisters, the obsession is real!

If you're into family shenanigans, this fic is for you! Looking at my profile, anyone can see that I literally only write parent-child stuff, it's my passion, if you will, haha. Although I feel like Lost kind of declined in quality over the years, I REALLY loved Season 5, mostly because the 70s plot line was amazing, and Juliet and Sawyer are hands-down the best couple of the show, at least in my humble opinion :)

I also wanted to let you all know that I'm hoping to set up some sort of uploading schedule. My goal would be weekly uploads, but with school being so time-consuming, it will probably end up being closer to bi-weekly.

A note about this particular chapter, it's pretty much a short prologue kind of thing. It's essentially the episode "LaFleur", with a tad bit tacked on the end. The rest of the story is going to spin off in its own direction, obviously, and hopefully I'll write some much longer chapters (something I'm working on).

One last thing, since I'm basically changing up the overarching plot line of Season 5, I'm totally aware that the aftereffects of that change would basically make the whole show cease to exist. Making every little detail tie in and click magically is not really my focus with this fic, so please try to ignore the (pretty massive) creative liberties that I'm taking, if you will... :)

Anyways, I'm finally going to let you all get to reading, I really hope you enjoy this first chapter!


1977

A slight grin set upon his face, Sawyer strolled through the barracks, taking in the temperate, peaceful evening. It wasn't just the weather that was cause for his good mood though, the day's events had been quite eventful, and consequently successful, on their own.

Horace's wife, Amy, had gone into labor earlier that day, and upon figuring out that the baby was in a breech position, Sawyer had no choice but to go to Juliet: the doctor claimed he was too inexperienced to perform the necessary caesarean section.

As expected, Juliet had much doubt and fear. She was upset, insisting that they had an agreement, that she wouldn't have to do this, not anymore. Sawyer knew how much it haunted her, all the pregnant women who had died, all those years in the future, the women who time and time again she tried, and failed to save. She blamed herself for it.

"Don't you understand, that every time I try to help a woman on this island give birth, it hasn't worked!"

"Well, maybe whatever made that happen hasn't happened yet. You gotta try, you gotta help her. You're the only one that can," Sawyer replied, desperate for her assistance.

Reluctantly persuaded, Juliet walked briskly towards the infirmary, Sawyer in tow just behind.

For the next hour, Sawyer anxiously waited on the infirmary's porch. Jin, passing by, saw his nervous pacing back and forth.

"Is everything ok?" he inquired.

"Amy went into labor".

"I know. Is she ok?".

"I don't know. There's a problem," replied Sawyer, fear in his eyes. "Juliet's in there".

"Juliet?".

"I pulled her outta retirement".

As the two stared off into space on the porch bench, the atmosphere tense and apprehensive, Juliet exited the infirmary, her eyes slightly red-rimmed as she approached Sawyer and Jin.

"What happened?", asked Sawyer, fearing the worst.

Pausing to take a deep breath and gather herself, Juliet replied.

"It's a boy".

"He's okay? She's okay?" Sawyer hurriedly inquired.

"Everyone's okay," said Juliet, her breath catching in her throat, so utterly relieved that nothing had gone wrong.

Overcome with a similar sense of satisfaction, Sawyer beamed at Juliet. Both were overwhelmingly grateful and overjoyed that things had gone right.


Later in the day, as Sawyer made his way towards the house that he and Juliet shared, a bed of colorful flowers caught his eye. Nearing the sweet-smelling wildflowers, he picked a brilliant yellow one, plucking it out of the dirt and bringing it to his nose to smell it.

Soon arriving home, Sawyer entered the front door, seeing their dining room table set for a romantic dinner.

"Mmm, somethin' smells good," he remarked. "Hey there," he greeted, approaching the kitchen, Juliet pouring pasta into a strainer.

Enamored, Juliet turned around to face Sawyer, who stood at the entrance to the kitchen, twiddling the flower in his hand.

"Is that for me?" she asked, grinning slightly.

"You were amazing today", he praised, giving Juliet the flower and pulling her into a loving embrace.

"Thank you for believing in me," she whispered into his neck, bringing a hand up to caress his hair.

Before long, they were drawn into a passionate kiss, the rest of the world simply slipping away.

"I love you," Juliet remarked, pulling away slightly and looking into his eyes, her arms around his neck.

"I love you, too". Sawyer grinned, before pulling her back into a series of long, romantic kisses.

A few days later

When the alarm clock rang out at its usual time of 7:30 A.M., sharp, Sawyer reluctantly rolled over to press snooze, groggy and anything but thrilled to get out of bed.

It was a particularly rough morning, as out of the couple, Sawyer was most definitely more of a morning person. That made it even more of a surprise when he realized that Juliet was already out of bed, presumably in the bathroom, as he could see the light from under the door.

A few minutes passed, and as she still remained in the bathroom, with neither the shower or sink running, a slightly worried Sawyer called out with an "Everything alright, Jules?".

She replied with a terse "Yup," leading Sawyer to think that things weren't quite alright.

As he was about to get up and check on her, the bathroom door soon swung open and she made her way over to the bed, crawling under the covers to cuddle up with Sawyer, who was by now, much more awake.

Sawyer could sense that something was wrong, although he thought it best not to prod, at least not for now. He had full confidence that she'd confide in him when, and if she needed to. He just focused his attention on comforting Juliet, holding her securely and rubbing small, slow circles on her back.

After a few minutes of calm silence, Juliet finally spoke, getting straight to the point.

"James, I'm pregnant".


Thank you guys so much for reading! Comments are always greatly appreciated!

XOXO,

Charlotte