"Milah?", he asked, concerned. "What is it?"
"I - I think I'm pregnant."
"What? You're..."
"Yes, Killian, I am."
"So, what do we do about it?"
"Um... nothing?"
"Nothing?"
"What's wrong with us having a child?"
"We're pirates. Living at sea. That is no way to raise a child."
"It'll be fine."
"If you say so."
I sighed. I was so sick of these dreams? flashbacks? memories? I have no idea what they are. It's always my parents. Their lives. I'd finally gotten to the point where I was at least a thought. I hadn't seen my Mama or my Papa in over a hundred years. Yes, a hundred years. I lived in Neverland. Time stands still there. It's not a very fun place. More of a prison. Pan wouldn't let us leave. The only person I ever spoke to was Wendy, the only other girl on the island. And she was in a cage, as Pan's prisoner. All my attempts to break her out had failed. I hate Neverland. I didn't go there by choice. Not really. It was because of Charlotte. I went there for her. Suddenly, through the bushes, I saw something. I looked out and gasped. It was my Papa. I went out to meet him.
"Hello", I said cheerfully. I expected him to be shocked. Instead he looked confused.
"Hello...", he said, "Who are you?" I felt like slapping him in the face. My own father didn't remember me. Maybe this had something to do with that dark sorcerer... maybe he wiped his memory... whatever. Clearly, I needed a new approach. I decided to go to sleep. That way, I'd have more visions. Then I'd know more. I closed my eyes. This time, Mama was already visibly pregnant.
"Milah."
"Yes, Killian?"
"What should we name our child?"
"Hmm... Well, if it's a boy, we'll name him after you, and if it's a girl..."
"Elizabeth."
"What?"
"We should name her Elizabeth."