"Mama! Mama!"
Elizabeth Sparrow smiled as she heard her five year old daughter, Jessi, call her name.
"Yes darling?"
She turned to see a highly tanned girl with brown braids standing in the door way.
"Da's in the tree again."
Elizabeth furrowed her brows, "What in the world?"
But before she was to say anything else, they both were startled by a loud thump.
Lizzie giggled, "Not any more, he's not."
Goosebumps were the only thing left from their recent encounter. Elizabeth lightly touched the place on her legs where his fingertips had just been. She closed her eyes, remembering the feel of his palms on her thighs...Then she heard the door open.
"Hello Elizabeth."
Lizzie opened her eyes and looked up to William Turner.
And he will never need to know.