For Jack

[new_ophelia]

Kate knows on an intellectual level that getting more and more pregnant isn't actually the same as getting fat. Not really. But it doesn't change the fact that her pants don't fit and her chest is busting out of her tops and it's just way too foreign. After the whole running and puking incident, she's tried to take it a little lower key, no longer

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[jack_crew]

By the time Jack gets to the beach, his legs are burning, the muscles protesting with the occasional cramp and he knows he's been pushing himself a little too hard over the past few days, but that hasn't stopped him. There's a stitch in his side, but he doesn't stop running until he reaches Kate, then stops beside her, panting heavily.

"Hey," he says, chest heaving with every breath. He's not sure why he's pushing himself so hard, but he feels like he has to. He has to prove something since all the deaths.

[new_ophelia]

"Hey," Kate says, narrowing her eyes at Jack's beet red face. She reaches up to tug on his shorts. "Sit down before you fall down."

[jack_crew]

Jack gives a brief shake of his head at that, but he bends slightly to drop his hand to the top of her head, then begins to stretch out his legs. If he doesn't, he knows they'll cramp up and he'll be unhappy later.

"Are you doing yoga?" he asks when he feels like he's caught his breath.

[new_ophelia]

Kate grins up as he uses her as a prop. "No, what I'm doing is falling on my pregnant butt over and over again," she says, gesturing towards the abused book. "I kicked it."