The Mute Reporter

47- Present Day

Jensen Blackwell

Sam was curled into my chest as I gazed out onto the beach, watching Carter carefully to make sure he doesn't do anything rash.

My hand was gently massaging his ear, and Sam seemed to really enjoy it, as his eyes were closed and we was just taking in the warmth of the sun.

Whenever I took my eyes off Carter for a split moment, I watched Sam. How the sea breeze ruffled his white hair slightly, his eyelashes resting against his cheeks whenever his eyes were closed, and how his lips sometimes parted, as if to taste the sea salt in the air.

'You never answered my question, you know.' Sam signs suddenly, and he tilts his head up, his blue eyes squinting naturally under the sun.

Where were his sunglasses? He needs to be wearing them.

"Oh? What question?" My hand stills on his ear, and he pouts.

'The one when we first met. What would your super power be if you had one?'

I laugh, and Sam stays serious.

"I never did answer that question huh? I answered every other million icebreaker questions you had for me throughout all those practices."

Sam rolls his eyes, and pokes me before signing. 'So? What would it be?'

I think for a moment, realizing I have two different answers.

"Back then I would've said I liked to read minds, so I could hear you," I brush some white hair off of his forehead, but it doesn't last as the breeze messes it up again. "But now I would probably say flight. So I can carry you with me into the clouds."

Sam rolls his eyes once again, and he plops back down onto my chest. 'You're so cheesy.'

I laugh at that, and I wrap my arms around his waist, looking back out to watch Carter play with his toy truck on the sand.

I think back to last night, what we did on the counter.

"Are you on the pill?"

Sam stills, and I can feel his breathing deepen. 'Why are you asking me this?'

"Because we haven't been using a condom, and I've been...you know." My fingers lightly brush against his abdomen, and his skin jumps involuntarily at the contact.

'It doesn't matter if I'm on it right now. It would be useless.' Sam signs, not once turning back to look at me.

Useless?

It would be useless?

My fingers pause, and I feel like it's my turn for my breathing to stop instead of Sams.

"When?"

It was such a broad question, but I didn't know really how else to ask.

'Yesterday I took a test while you were at the meeting. It came back positive, but it's very faint. I would have to check with an actual doctor when we fly back to Denver.'

Holy shit.

My arms wrap around him tighter, and I bury my nose into his hair. It no longer smells like the shampoo we both used two days ago, but of the sea.

'Say something?'

I can tell he's nervous, his hands are shaking.

Looking back out to Carter, I realize just how much I missed, and how much I can now have another chance to experience again.

"It better be a girl."

Sam lets out a laugh, and I just kiss the top of his head.

"Seriously, just think of how good of a brother Carter would be to a little sister."