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[blessed_by_god]

Sharon didn't have many afternoons away from Hera. She had plenty of babysitter options, but as tired as she ever got, or as cranky or even ill, the desire wasn't there. As silly as it sounded, she would miss Hera. She wouldn't even know what to do with herself, anyway. Her breaks used to come in the form of push-ups and drills, but now she didn't

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[wayward_dad]

John had been taking the long way back to his hut from the archery range, looping out to the beach and passing the dock. It was hot as a damned oven and he figured the spray from the ocean would feel good.

Walking along the shore, the crossbow he'd slung about his back banged against his hip with every other step. The sunlight glinted off the white beach, making him squint as he headed up past the sign post.

When John caught sight of Sharon, he slowed down considerably. He hadn't exactly been avoiding her, but it had probably looked that way.

November was a real pain in the ass.

[blessed_by_god]

Sharon glanced over and was surprised to see who it was that had caught her eye. She was still for a moment, unsure how to act around John anymore. It was...well, God, it was stupid.

"And here I thought you'd forgotten our date," she said, smiling over at him.

[wayward_dad]

His brows lifted slightly until he figured out she was just trying to lighten the mood. Wearing a small, slightly uncomfortable smile, John shifted his weight, his eyes focusing on her expanding middle.

There was no denying it any longer -- not that they'd exactly been doing that anyway. But people were likely starting to talk. While John didn't give a damn what people thought, he felt ill at ease for Hera's sake, for the boys.

He and Sharon had been supremely stupid -- but they were both determined to make the best of the situation.

"I had you penned in," he said, slowly walking over to where she had settled down.

[blessed_by_god]

"That's not very romantic," Sharon said, lower lip pushing up along with her eyebrows.

"So what are you up to? You don't look like you've come to swim." She motioned to his clothes and weapon with her book.

[frakkup]

Calliope was a charismatic child, having apparently received her father's genes when it came to winning over others. Her cheerful energy both pleased and baffled her mother, and was something that Kara was more than willing to cash in on when it came to finding a babysitter for an afternoon.

Having left her daughter playing happily in New Atlantis, Kara now walked idly down the shoreline, listening to the waves crash beside her. She didn't know it, but the expression she wore matched her daughter's grin for grin, if Kara's was a touched by a hint of incredulity.

She was happy. Really happy, and it had everything to do with John. Catching herself for the tenth time that day, Kara scrubbed both hands over her cheeks, massaging away the smile that she could feel was ridiculous, but in mere moments it had returned.

Gods, she was so frakked.

[blessed_by_god]

Sharon glanced up from her book and noticed Kara walking along nearby. She rose a hand to shield her eyes from the sun, wondering why Kara hadn't said anything yet. Kara had a weird look on her face, and Sharon suspected she'd walk right into anything that stood in her way.

"...Kara?"

[frakkup]

"Hmm?" Kara's reaction was far too slow for a person's whose thoughts weren't a thousand miles away, but she ran her fingers over her cheeks again anyway, smoothing out the smile.

"Hey," she blinked. "Where's Hera?" Not that she thought anything had happened to her, but Sharon was almost never on her own.

[blessed_by_god]

Sharon's eyebrows rose at Kara's reaction, but she honestly had no idea what to make of it, and Kara was already asking a question before she could ask.

"Joe took her, told me to take an afternoon for myself. It's been...boring," Sharon said, and waved a hand, dismissing all of that. "What the frak's with you? Have you decided to trade in Starbuck and take Chuckles' callsign?"