InGen / Jurassic World

:30:

*3rd person*

"Hey Claire?" Owen asked as he scrolled through his emails.

Claire nearly fell flat on her face as her leg missed the middle of her skirt. "Mmhmm?" She said, acting like nothing had happened, zipping up her jacket because her teeth were chattering.

"Some of us have to meet at the paddock doors at 11:30 for a... 'training exercise' it says." Owen turned to see what Claire thought.

"What are they going to do to her this time?" Claire felt herself well up. "She's just a kid."

"No, Claire, don't cry." Owen said sternly, "We don't know what it is yet." Claire looked away. "Claire please don't cry." He wiggled a finger at her, "It's my birthday."

Claire sniffed away a sob and smiled as best she could. "That's better. And we don't have to go anywhere until 11:30." Owen said. "And we have an email from Lowery."

Claire's eyes lit up. "Really?"

Owen opened it up. "Yep." Claire came over after she'd straightened one last lock of hair. "Oh." Owen said.

"What?" Claire placed her head on his shoulder and read the email.

Where the hell are you guys?! I just read the headline of the newspaper, 'JURASSIC WORLD MANAGER RUNS FROM THE PRESS'. Claire Dearing I know for a fact you would never do that! And Grady would never let you! Where have you gone? You're meant to tell your friends when you move house you know?!
-Lowery

Claire's face dropped. "What headline?"

"I was going to tell you, I just didn't know how. You know, the press hasn't exactly done us very good, especially when you got-"

Claire cut him off. "We agreed never to talk about that again." She snapped.

"Sorry." Owen said, sitting on the bed and pulling her down next to him.

Claire's left eye let a tear escape and roll down her cheek. "Why can't the press just leave me alone? The incident was ages ago!" She shouted at herself.

Owen pulled her into an embrace. "It's okay."

Claire pulls away. "I don't care."

"What?"

Claire shook her head. "I don't care. They don't know where we are, so it doesn't matter."

Owen nodded. "You're right sweetheart."

Claire raised her eyebrows. "Sweetheart?"

"It's my birthday, I get to call you what I want, babe." He said, poking Claire on the nose.

"You're going to use that against me all day, aren't you?"

"Yep." Owen said, winking.

Claire sighed with a smile. Owen always made her so happy... After she accepted the fact that he did. "Can I give you your present now?"

"No." Claire glared at him. "That was a joke." She rolled her eyes and rushed to the other side of the bed and grabbed a little box from her bedside table.

She plopped down next to him with the biggest smile ever. "Someone looks happy. You'd forget who's birthday it was."

"You have no idea how long it took me to get these. I hope you like them." She said as they looked into each others eyes. She snapped out of it. "Open it!" She squealed, pushing him lightly.

Owen smiled. He loved seeing Claire happy. He loved seeing her smile. He loved her, full stop. He always had.

He unwrapped the wrapping to uncover a black velvet box. "Oh my gosh a box! I've always wanted one!" Claire giggled and hugged him without thinking about it.