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Chapter 31: Out

Riley couldn't keep living in this house. Now that she think about it, it's even starting to smell like metal. Day in and day out, Riley frets if John should return and worst, accompanied by the metal. She's not stupid and know, Cameron would kill her on sight. Riley could see how Cameron disliked her presence around John, despite the way she acted.

It was 4 months since she moved here. There was not a scrap of news from Jesse but a couple of visits from her to make sure she hasn't run off.

On one of her visits, Riley told Jesse about not wanting to live here and decides to keep the part about John and Cameron living here to herself. Riley wanted to find John but she didn't want Jesse to rampage next door and interrogate her new neighbor, who is being awfully nice. It was a while now and Mrs. Lewis invited her over more than a handful of time for dinner when Riley told her she was living alone.

She adores her two beautiful kids and played with them often. She took the chance to find out about John and Cameron. What they did, how they acted around each other. It all adds up to: They are both deeply in love with each other. Or John is since he can love.

Riley couldn't help but be disgusted when she heard about them together and how Mrs. Lewis described how 'perfect' they looked together and how happy. It made Riley paused and think about what to do. She was sick of Jesse telling her what to do. She practically worshipped Jesse and that woman was absolutely passive about it.

Riley loved John, or his company; Riley didn't know but she wanted him to come back and they could revert to their original lives.

There is nothing she could do if he chose the machine. She could wait though.

"Really?" Riley's face lit up. Dennis sat beside her on the couch and Denise was on her lap, dozing off with her head on Riley's chest.

"Yes. Mommy said we could have a small one for now." Dennis nodded enthusiastically.

"That's great." Riley beamed. The Lewis are about to have a domestic pet: a dog. It definitely made Riley happy. It could be her metal detector.

Riley felt tired and sick of it. She had to stay out at the mall or something during school hours as Mrs. Lewis is a housewife and always notice whether she went to school. It annoyed Riley but at the same time she was pleased someone cared. When Riley was not at 'school' she was either at home or playing with the two kids.

She wondered when would be Jesse's next visit. She'll always leave as fast as she came and Riley just hoped she can stay a little longer on the next.

*

John ran a hand through his hair, feeling the cool breeze brush though his semi long hair. It wasn't as long as before but the fringe was getting on his nerves. He had wanted to snip it off to a simple crew cut but he noticed how Cameron loved running her fingers through his hair and decided to keep it. He loved it when she did that.

The baby was going to be due any moment now and the wait was killing John with excitement and nerves. He hadn't decided if he wanted Cameron to go to a hospital. That would be most safe for her but yet, with all the officers there, he daren't do it. Cameron supports home birth and that John would deliver the baby himself but he refuses. John was afraid he'll freak out and kill her by accident.

Maybe he'll do it Conner style and go to the nearest hospital, kidnap a doctor and think about the consequences later. So far, this was his latest plan.

John stretched out his legs and laid back on the little grass. The weather was getting dryer and all the grass they grew in their little back yard was withering. John and Cameron made a few trips to the river and sat there for the longest time. There was grass there and a cool river to soak their legs in.

Cameron had been getting the cramps more often and was having some problems with her movement but she was stubborn. She denied having the cramps when John offered to massage for her. John made a guess that she just didn't want to freak him out. Besides, she seem to have better use for it by claiming the cool river water helped and he had to accompany her, not that he minded. He could spent hours listening for the baby and Cameron always got sick of it before he does.

She had also been having contractions recently. It was happening more often now. Both of them know the day is getting closer.

John could feel his eyelids began to droop and he kicked back, ready for a lazy nap under the warm sun. He hadn't had much sleep last night and neither did Cameron. She had woken to the baby 'rolling' around, right down into her ribs. It was a while of kicking and mad looking lumps of feet and elbows before the baby settled. John was so excited he couldn't sleep and stayed up to watch and feel as the baby kicked. Cameron, on the other hand, wanted her sleep but was kept awake with discomfort and pain.

"John?" Cameron's voice rang into his ears softly. He sat up, turning around to find her standing in the doorway to their house. The swollen mould of her belly was plainly seen through her attire, which consist of only a shirt and her panties. .

"Yeah?" He smiled at her.

"Lunch's ready." She gestured into the house.

"Lunch, okay." John nodded. He got to his feet and stretched, walking towards her. They come together at the door and he placed a hand on her belly, "How's he?" John asked, moving in closer to her. It was at about 7 months did Cameron do her best to scan herself. She explained to John that some of her CPU functions aren't available anymore and she was unable to conduct an inner x-ray scan of herself. She based it on weight and other aspect to deduce it has a 74 percent of being a male.

John got even more excited and told her he wanted to be there to feel every kick like how she always felt them. As the baby grew, his kicks became more obvious and harder. At some point, Cameron always had to pause in the midst of doing something, wincing. John just got more excited with every single news he got from their baby.

"Come on, lunch." Cameron removed his hand from roaming around her belly and took it in hers. She pulled him to the table and they ate their lunch.

John found a small job as a delivery man in town just to keep in touch about news and because Cameron have been having these cravings and it is difficult for her to move around too much with a huge belly. So John tend to call back home to ask if she wanted to eat anything from town. John is reluctant to be away from Cameron, afraid any accidents might happen in his absence but he always came back finding Cameron safe and sound.

During her pregnancy, Cameron had so much free time on her hand. She started spending her days inventing recipes and weapons, improving John's device which now had a torch to it, inventing some useful things for their baby.

John normally came home, finding dinner on the counter and on the table would be stripped wires, pliers, plastic, metal and all sorts of stuff. He commented on how she was beginning to become Frankenstein; to which she tilted her head in confusion.

Today, John had finished his delivery early and came home twice as fast. He found some pieces of their guns on the table, ammunition, grenades and some separate material. Earlier, Cameron had given John a list of what she needed from town. He brought it to her and found out she was inventing new firepower.

She spent the morning telling him what she had invented. John nodded his head, not understanding a single word of her scientific explanation and instead concentrating on how beautiful her voice sounded. Cameron was just happy that John is making an effort to listen. They took a while to finish clearing up the explosives carefully before she told John to relax in the back while she prepared lunch.

"I was thinking of trying to invent the earliest plasma rifle in history." Cameron blurted as she swallowed the food. John choked and coughed. He picked up a glass of water and gulped it down, spluttering a little before turning to her with an absurd look on his face.

"Cam, I was starting to think if maybe I should stay home and make sure what you're doing is safe. Everyday I come home and find the dining table like a lab at Oppeinheimer's nuclear project." John said. Cameron looked down at her food, averting his gaze, apparently feeling guilty. She had to admit that what she is fiddling with had a percentage of risk to it. John slipped his hand into hers, "Listen. I appreciate that you found what you like to do but I don't want you to go crazy trying to chase the future."

"It is not the future anymore. The time travel had altered the timeline." Cameron stated, squeezing John's hand.

"Bet it has." He smiled, his hand moving to cup her cheek. Cameron stood up from the table, straddling him. John hugged her close to him as he kissed her neck gently. John could feel the mould of her belly pressing up against him. At the 6 to 7 months when the baby started to grow rapidly, they found it difficult to have their usual hugs, kisses and even to make love. John was too afraid to hurt her and there was plain hesitation.

It was difficult but like everything else, John and Cameron got used to it. They had a routine now. John got up early in the morning while Cameron slept. He'll spend some time doing some domestic repairs. When he was done, he'll find Cameron sitting up in bed, looking around for him.

Then he'll set off to work and returned as soon as the day's delivery was done. He had little salary as the boss didn't trust young kids like him but John proved him wrong and not only deliver the goods on time but early.

John chuckled, pulling Cameron closer to him as they kissed, "Why do we always get distracted at lunch huh?" He smiled, pressing his forehead to hers.

"I don't know." Cameron replied honestly, pressing in for another kiss. John reluctantly pulled away, gesturing at the lunch. Cameron pouted before leaving his lap and resumed eating. He gave a smirk and glance up at her as she ate the food. Later, as usual, John did the dishes but not before having long and passionate kisses. She rested on the hammock as he did the dishes just like John had wanted.

"Cam?" John shouted from the kitchen. He heard her replied before continuing, "I was thinking, when our baby's born. We could raise him here. Then when he's old enough, we'll have to leave."

He heard soft and nimble footsteps as Cameron appeared around the wall at the counter, "Why?" She frowned. John realized she had gained an ability to get attached to things, just like him, she couldn't bear apart with this house.

"I want to train him up. He's our child. He'll bound to be a target sooner or later." John explained, placing the plates on the side to dry. He looked at Cameron as she thought it through.

"You want to train him?"

"Yeah." He smiled, "Like how mom did to me. Only then he'll be somewhat able to protect himself," John smiled, rounding the counter and wrapped his arms around her waist, "I think it's important."

"Yes, it is." Cameron nodded, "So where will we go?" She asked him.

"Where I was trained, the jungles of Central America."

"Yes, the atmosphere would be most similar to after Judgment day." Cameron stated, "But then what?"

"I don't know." John smiled, as he stared past her dreamily, "Maybe he'll tell us." His hand found her belly and rested there like always.

"He will." Cameron nodded, "Just like you always do."

"Just like me?"

"Always having strong opinions." Cameron stated matter-of-factly. That tone always brought an amused smile to John's face. She's getting really good at emotions and postures. He pushed her head to his chest and kissed her on the forehead, finding the hem of her shirt and pulling it over her head and threw it towards the chest.

He removed her bra and panties. Carefully bundling up her hair and propping his chin on her smooth shoulder, running his hand down her back. John brought her to settle on the bed before stripping off his clothing in a hasty mess as he stared at Cameron's beautiful naked form on the bed in front of him.

John slowly crawled above her and kissed her chest delicately, advancing down to the cleavage of her perfect breast. He paused at her belly, pecking his child gently before making sweet love to her, slow and gently.

She seemed to enjoy it better this way since her belly got larger. Cameron's hands held on to John's muscular arms as he worked, both of them moaning out in pure pleasure and whispering each other's name.

Moments like this was what that seems to make all this worthwhile for John.

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John opened his eyes and, automatically, bringing up the device and checking the time. It was the time for him to get out of bed or he'll be late for work. John lazily slipped out from Cameron's embrace after kissing her on the lips. He stretched, feeling the rough wood prick his feet.

He walked around naked as day, looking for a fresh set of boxers. It'll be soon before Cameron woke. Yesterday was the laziest day they ever had. After making love, John and Cameron stayed in bed, hugging and teasing each other. It wasn't long before they were at it again. John groaned as the toll on his muscles tug at his sore thighs. He pulled the set of boxers out of the bag and dragged his feet to the bathroom.

John spot Cameron stir at the corner of his eye as he entered the bath.

The heater he had placed there few months ago was working great. John sighed, feeling the warm water gush out on his sore shoulders. He heard movements outside and it wasn't long before Cameron pulled aside the curtains.

He continued soaping his hair as he turned to face her, a questioning look for interrupting his shower.

"What do you want for breakfast?" Cameron asked. John loved the state of her in the morning. She wore his oversized shirt over her belly and smaller frame. John didn't see neither a bra nor panties on her. Her hair was in natural and beautiful waves, draped over her shoulder. Her hair was what intrigued John most. It was always perfectly in place, apart from when she emerged from the explosion on his sixteenth birthday.

"Anything you'd make." John grinned, switching on the shower and began to wash away soap from his hair.

"Alright. It should be ready the moment you are." She gave him her signature killer smile before walking away.

Typical Cameron…John rolled his eyes. She'll always ask him about this whenever she liked and neglected to close the door or shut the curtain on the way out.

He ran a comb through his hair and tugged on his leather jacket. One thing that his boss is very particular about was the attire. His boss allowed his to wear whatever he desired but insisted on it being perfectly neat and smart looking. John placed it on the small bedside table he and Cameron made with a few leftover wood from the making of the chairs.

Just as Cameron said, she placed the scrambled eggs with tomato and some cream soup on the table as he walked towards it. John had tried to tell her that no one drinks creamy soup early in the morning but she replied with a simple and typical phrase: We do.

He smiled appreciatively as Cameron passed him his spoon to eat the eggs. They ate breakfast in silence, stealing occasional glances at each other, knowing perfectly what that means. Both of them aren't in a verbal mood every morning, especially when John was setting off for work.

They dumped the dishes in the sink and Cameron brought John to the door, clinging loosely on his arm. He stopped outside his jeep as usual and kissed her, mumbling the usual, "Be careful around the house and don't over experiment with the fire power." He pecked her on her forehead, "I love you."

"I love you too." Cameron hugged him, worried for John just as he worries for her. Cameron had been hesitant about letting John out of her sight. After all, killer robots were still on their tail as far as Cameron was concerned. John felt her stiffened and winced.

Almost instinctually, John let go of her and placed his hand on her belly. Cameron guided him to the kicks and John felt and saw them clearly. One after another, his baby kicked, hard. John had been sour about missing some of them earlier in the middle of the night when he was down like a log after the exertion.

He knelt down before her and pressed his ear on her belly just as the baby stopped kicking. John smiled as the usual strong heartbeats came to his ear, faintly but strong and firm. He pulled away, kissing her belly before standing up to leave.

Cameron stepped back and watched as John started the jeep and drove away, smiling at her assuringly. She watched until she couldn't see the jeep or him did Cameron retreated back into the house and locked the door like John instructed.

Pulling out the rifle, Cameron began cleaning it. She started on dismantling it while she settled in the wooden chair. She began working on it, feeling the baby kicked again. Cameron gasped, as he kicked hard. She touched her belly with both hands.

"Stop that." Cameron murmured playfully at her baby but he was persistent, giving her one hard kick after another. She finally decided that maybe he wanted her to rest. It happened before Cameron went to the bed and rested on it, pulling up John's shirt that she's wearing and plainly seeing the baby's foot as he kicked. She chuckled bitterly, feeling his small foot on her hand through her skin.

It stopped after a moment and Cameron stood up to finish the rifle. She began thinking about names for their baby, running through the ones she knew first. Nothing satisfy her thus Cameron started to invent her own and interpreting the meaning with her knowledge of other languages. It amused her when she found out the meaning of the words.

Cameron began reassembling rifle after cleaning and loaded it. She stood up, cradling the rifle when she felt the violent movement in her belly followed closely by contractions. Cameron cried out in shock and pain, falling to the ground. She dropped the rifle nearby, crying out as the contraction took hold of her body.

She clutched at her belly, feeling the pain claw at every portion of her torso, particularly her abdomen. Cameron cried out again in pain as she felt the pressure tightened. She strained her head to look around for any help she can find.

Cameron spotted her cell phone lying on the top of the chest a distance away. She bit her lips, bearing with the pain and started making her way across the floor to the chest as the pains got worst for her to bear.

John, help me…

*

Jesse straddled Derek, teasing him through the thin blanket over his pelvis. She grinned in triumph as he moaned out, tackling her from above him to the space on the bed beside him. They wrestled a while before Derek turned out the winner, as always.

The ring of Derek's cell interrupted them as the pair turned and glared sharply at the cell. Jesse pressed him down to her, pulling into another kiss but Derek resisted. He slipped away and picked up the call after checking the caller-ID.

Jesse watched sourly as Derek walked to the far end of the room, talking softly on the phone. She kept quiet and listened, "Yeah, I know. I know alright? Be there. Alright. And him? You sure that's alright? Yeah, good point. See you in a few." He said in a low tone before hanging up. He turned around to meet Jesse's glare.

"Mission." Derek raised the phone, picking up and wearing his jeans.

"Like always." Jesse snapped, pulling up the sheets.

"Duty calls. You may not be a soldier but I still am." Derek stated, giving her a brief smile.

"Derek." Jesse croaked out just as he walked towards the door, slipping on his shirt. He turned around, "John Connor. At the mall with the metal."

She watched as Derek frowned before his expression turned dark ,"When?" He demanded.

"A few months ago."

"And you tell me now?!"

"My insider told me now." Jesse lied.

"Your insider? You've been telling me that but I never asked. Who the hell is your insider anyway?"

"A person. Human. Skin." Jesse snapped, annoyed at his constant probing. She could feel the anger, doubt and suspicion radiating off his green eyes.

"So is her."

"She's Connor's mother. You should keep your distance."

"She's skin."

"Loved the metal." Jesse countered. Derek glared at Jesse. She seemed to have a grudge against Sarah and would be sour once he mentioned her or even spoke to her over the phone. Derek didn't know why he hated her to much. Suddenly, he narrowed his eyes, walking two steps towards the bed.

"How do you know Sarah got along with it before?" Derek asked, eyes filled with suspicion as he analyzed the situation.

Jesse snorted, inwardly slapping herself for the slip of her tongue. Plus the way he said her name: Sarah. There's something about the way he said it that made Jesse want to strangle Sarah Connor but she knew better than to go head to head with the legend. Sarah might have her on her stomach before Jesse finished saying her name.

Jesse felt a bile rise up to her throat as the silence hung in the air, creating an uncomfortable atmosphere as Derek glared her down while she tried to think of a way out of it, "She didn't burn it." Jesse replied casually.

"Doesn't mean she get along with it."

"Doesn't mean she doesn't." Jesse steadied her voice as Derek looked to take another step to her. He stopped and turned his back on her. She resisted the urge to heave a sigh of relief until she heard the door slam shut and Derek walking down the corridor.

To be continued…

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"I can't do this…I'm not ready."