(A/N) I'm back with a W/E fic! I know some have you been waiting for this for a long time, and well it's her and I hope you like it. Oscar's tomorrow night, rooting for Johnny...but you know it's the year of Ray...:( Anyway have fun reading, and please review!
Disclaimer: I do not own POTC!
"Elizabeth?" Will called out her name as he entered their small home. "I'm home…" Will walked into the kitchen and saw that dinner was ready, the table set, but his wife was no where to be found. He went upstairs to their bedroom, she wasn't there either. Will called her name over and over, Will now became worried. He quickly went downstairs to their garden, which overlooked the sea, and there she was.
Elizabeth was kneeling in front of her rose garden, she was pruning the new buds, and clipping roses to place in a basket that was beside her. Will leaned up against the door's frame and watched her for a while.
The sun shined down on her golden brown hair, her pale yellow dress contrasted sharply to the crimson colored roses. When Elizabeth reached a hand up to her face to tuck a piece of hair behind her ear, she noticed, out of the corner of her eye, Will.
"When did you get home?" Elizabeth asked as she walked up to him and kissed him.
"A little while ago." Will said savoring her sweet kiss.
"Dinner is all set…" Elizabeth said as she walked in the house with him "…it isn't much, just stew, I got quite busy today, sorry."
"I'm sure it's fine." Will said as he sat down. Life certainly hadn't been good to them, they lived in a small home, nothing what Elizabeth was accustomed to, but regardless of their surroundings they were happy. Elizabeth had not wanted to take any money from her father since the two years they were married, and Will admired her belief she had in him, even when his own faith in himself dwindled.
Elizabeth thought that one day, Will, would sell a contract to the Navy, he would be the main supplier of swords to the entire Royal Navy, and he would become successful in his own right. However, it had been two years and although Will had full control over the blacksmith, he still had not gotten the 'big' contract. Many things were put off, buying a bigger house, their 'honeymoon', and buying a ship, but one thing Will desperately hated to put off was children. Elizabeth wanted to have children right away, but Will managed to convince her that when his business picked up, they would have children, but with the income he was bringing home, their would be no way they could afford a child, and it broke Will's heart to see Elizabeth's own break. So, Elizabeth was forced to drink an elixir every morning so she would not be able to conceive children. Will hated the look on her face when she drank the elixir, the same look she made when they would walk in town together and see the children…Will knew she wanted a baby, Will knew she wanted the complete family…and so did he…and the blacksmith shop was not going to do it.
"What's wrong?" Elizabeth asked as she looked up from her bowl to find Will swirling his.
"Nothing." Will said trying to give her a reassuring smile.
"Your lying…" Elizabeth reached her hand across the table and grabbed his hand. "Tell me what's on your mind."
"Nothing you should worry about, love." Will then got up from the table, and walked into the parlor.
Elizabeth sat back in her chair in frustration. She quickly got up and followed Will into the parlor and stood in front of him as he read from a book.
"Will I am your wife, and I know something is wrong, and I want you to tell me."
"Elizabeth I don't want to worry you."
"You already are…" Elizabeth said gently as she sat down next to him.
"Are you tired Elizabeth?" Will asked.
"I'm not sure what your asking…" Elizabeth said perplexed.
"Of the way we are living."
"Oh, I'm sorry if everything hasn't been completely clean…I have just been…"
"It's not you Elizabeth. I mean, you aren't used to this way of life, don't you want better?"
"Will, all I care about is you, and for you to think that all I care about is money then, well…you don't know me as well as the both of us thought." Elizabeth said hurt.
"That's not what I meant by that." Elizabeth then stood up, Will swore he saw steam rise from her head.
"Well when you can stop speaking in riddles, and tell me what you mean….I'll be up in bed." Elizabeth then walked upstairs to their bedroom. Will heard the door slam behind her.
Will exhaled loudly and ran his hand through his rich dark brown hair. His intention was not to upset her, he wanted to tell her he had a change in career plans.
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