Always

"Mommy! Mommy!" Sara's head whipped up at the call of her child's voice. Her hands paused their scrubbing, hidden under the bubbly suds that bobbed around in the steaming hot water before her. Sara had never thought for a second she would become a mother, even wilder a thought was that she would become one with Michael Scofield, but as her eyes fell upon the giggling four three old pounding his chubby little legs across the short, mown lawn towards the house, she smiled. Behind the tiny, articulate, perfect combination of both his parents, was Michael, chasing his son with a roar in his voice.

Sara watched them with a grin. It was toothy and wide, a genuine reaction of happiness and slight relief that the only thing making her son call her name was just his father. So much had happened in the time before Mike's birth and Sara still jumped back, wide eyed and worried whenever she felt that tingle up her spine. It had been three years since Mike's birth and there hadn't been a single day Sara didn't wonder when their freedom might end.

"The dinosaur is coming! ROAR!" Michael bellowed, his feet stomping slowly behind his son, his speed just so that he would never catch Mike, but he would scare him just enough. His son's laughter echoed into the sunlit garden and he called out for his mother as he bounded away from his father. The sun beat down on them both and a small bead of sweat formed on Michael's forehead as he warmed up in the Panamanian afternoon.

After their wedding, Michael and Sara had decided to stay in Panama. They enjoyed the sun, sand and the freedom it gave them. They could go anywhere, do anything, and Michael and Lincoln's scuba shop had been surprisingly profitable. They lived in a small, modest homestead, close to the beach and the local market. Each day Sara would roam the stalls, picking up the freshest fruits and vegetables grown locally, whilst her husband and his brother taught tourists how to scuba dive in the crystal clear waters near their home.

Sara had not missed Chicago a single day since she had left. The city she had once called her home offered her no memories, only nightmares. It was where she was addicted, where her father had died, where her whole world had simultaneously ended and the began again the day Michael Scofield had walked into her infirmary. Sara had never looked back to her old life and now, as her husband chased her child through the sandy grass of their yard, she did not regret a single day of the future.

"Mommy!" Michael Jr's voice was louder now. He barrelled into the kitchen, feet slapping heavy against the floor, and crashed into the side of his mother's legged with a giggle. His grubby, browned fingers grabbed onto the fabric of her jeans, clawing desperately as he pressed his face to her thigh, muffling his giggle. He shook with excited fear, pressed his eyes closed, and waited for his father to round the white painted back door.

"What's going on?" Sara teased, a smirk spreader across her lips as she spied her son's monster following him.

With slow, deliberate steps, Michael peaked around the frame. He was crouched low, hunched over double with his hands held close to his chest. "There is a Dinosaur!" Mike screeched, peeling one eye open, his entire body stiffening with anticipation each time he heard his father's dinosaur growls.

Sara smiled sideways, resuming her washing up. "A Dinosaur?" she gasped, feigning shock for her son and giving Michael a sly smile. Michael peeked up at her, inching closer to his son who had almost stopped breathing against his mother's leg. "Don't scare him," Sara mouthed warningly. Michael shook his head a little and stopped his rumbling growls.

"Hey Mike," Michael prodded, standing upright once more and looking around the kitchen as if he was searching for something. His eyes peered over every surface and he waited for his son to peek out once more before pretending to look under the dining table. Michael rested a heavy hand to the tables edge, careful not to knock the retro style radio that was perched there. As much as she enjoyed Panama, Sara still liked to listen to American radio stations whilst she busied herself with housework, so Michael had bought it for her a few months ago. It's signal wasn't the best, but the unmistakable sounds of American rock crackled from its speaker. "Did you see a dinosaur?" Michael chuckled, having found nothing under the table.