(A/N) Okay you guys! One chapter today of the fifth installment! Enjoy it! Thank you so much for the reviews!

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Another year, another milestone, a year since her child died, and Eve would always remember the day. Her and Jon had decided to stay in Nassau, refocusing their lives on what they truly wanted, and that was a family. Eve was used to being home, making sure things were tidy, and kept up. Everyday Jon would leave for the docks to fix the ship they had bought. Since Jack was no longer in Nassau, and off doing who knows what, they needed a ship to get supplies, or if they ever needed to go somewhere, they wouldn't have to depend on Jack.

Depending on Jack, was something Jon's pride wouldn't allow. Jon would only allow their own money to buy the things they needed, he never asked Jack for anything, and Eve never asked her parents for anything either.

Eve was busy clearing out the kitchen, everything was all on the table, and Eve was doing inventory, and seeing the cupboards were rather bare, she made a list of things she needed from the local store. Eve couldn't wait for the day when her time wouldn't all be consumed by inventory, cleaning, and normal domestic duties. She couldn't wait to hear the cries of a baby. Eve never thought her life would have turned out this way, she never thought she would be at home, doing typical womanly things, but as it turned out Eve, didn't mind, she didn't mind wearing dresses, she didn't mind doing the chores, she honestly didn't.

Picking up her sack from the counter, she headed out of the house and into town. Eve made her way to the docks, stopping to meet with Jon before she did her shopping. "How's it going?" Eve asked him with a huge smile, as she walked on the deck.

"Better now that you're here." Jon walked up to her and kissed her. "Speaking of which, why are you here?" Jon then grabbed two crates and set them in front of her, both taking one as a seat.

"Wanted to surprise you. Here, I made these." When Jon opened the bag and found sweet biscuits. "I figured I'd try. Tell me what you think." Jon took a bite of the biscuit, chewed, and swallowed.

"It's good." Eve noticed the look on his face.

"Your lying." Eve said with a wicked smile.

"Your right, there awful, I wouldn't feed these to the dogs." Jon said teasing her. "Nice try though. Very domestic of you."

"I know, I hardly recognize myself." Eve said taking the bag back and putting them on the floor next to her.

"Your temper and mouth certainly haven't changed." Jon said playfully.

"Neither has your sense of humor, which, may I add, will land you in trouble." Eve then glanced around deck. "I could help you here."

"No, I can handle it." Jon then got up.

"It's a lot of work for one person." Eve got up and followed him.

"I know, but I can handle it. If your home I don't have to worry about you getting hurt." Eve lowered her eyes, she didn't have to worry, she wasn't ever going to conceive a child again. Jon then noticed her discomfort and placed his hand on her chin lifting her eyes so she could look right at him.

"It will happen. We could always try a bit more." He said with a small smile, trying to lift her spirits.

"Oh go away!" Eve cried out, knocking his hand away. "I've got things to do." Eve then reached up and kissed him. She grabbed her bag and then started to make her way to the shop.

"Morning Mrs. Sparrow!" The shop owner, Mrs. Katherine Smith said as she saw the young woman walk in. Mrs. Smith was an older woman with graying hair, she was full at the hips and chest, and with the sweetest demeanor Eve had ever known a person to have.

"Morning Mrs. Smith." Eve said sheepishly.

"What can I get for you today?"

"Oh, just the basics. I can get it myself." Eve then walked along the store picking up what she needed, bread, cheese, rice, spices, potatoes, onions, and smoked roast.

"Planning on a feast?" Mrs. Smith asked as she brought everything to the counter.

"No, I don't know when my father in law is coming back, so I don't want to be empty in the cabinets." Eve said.

"Is there anything else?"

"No." The older woman then noticed Eve's shifting eyes.

"Evelyn, what's wrong? You seem sad."

"It's the anniversary of my son's death. I knew it would be difficult, I knew it would be difficult for me to conceive a child again, but I didn't think it would be this long. I just wish the pain would go away." Katherine then reached her hand across the counter and placed it on Eve's.

"Listen child, I know exactly what your feeling. I lost a daughter, she was born dead, and the doctor said I would never be able to have children."

"But you have two sons." Eve said.

"Yes, that shows you that the doctors aren't always right. I usually have a good sense of these things, I expect soon enough, that you will be expecting."

"How do you know?" Eve asked intrigued.

"You have a glow about you."

"I really should be going, thank you so much, for everything."