Chapter Four- Missing Him

Will woke to the sound of loud thunder and lightning lighting up the room with a flash. Elizabeth still lying on top of him, trembling and whimpering softly. He presumed she was having a nightmare as she appeared to still be sleeping. He stroked her hair and when lightning struck and then a loud bang echoed throughout the room Elizabeth gasped and leapt up into a sitting position, panting and shaking. Will sat up behind her and pulled her to him, whispering words of comfort in her ear. Her breathing settled down and she pulled away, with an embarrassed smile.

"Sorry," she whispered. "It always happens during storms," She looked ashamed and Will cupped her cheek. Elizabeth jumped when thunder rumbled. She looked away guiltily. "It's alright," Will said, hugging her to him. "Whenever something horrible was happening there was always a storm ragging! It started during my time on Black Pearl as Barbossa's prisoner." Will stroked her face.

"You're safe now," he whispered. Elizabeth smiled at him,

"I know!" She replied. He lent back against the bed, taking his wife with him. She was still nervous of the storm and he continued to rub her back until she fell back asleep before returning to his own dreams.

When Will resurfaced, light shining through the room, give the indication it was late. Elizabeth was no longer on top of him but lying beside him, facing him and curled up in a ball. He pulled the blanket to her chin and tucked her in. Will got out of bed and went to the truck, getting a fresh pair of trousers and white shirt. He left the room and looked around, for the first time taking in the house Elizabeth had found for herself. She may dismiss his comments, but he was so proud of what she had achieved. He walked down the stairs just as he saw the butler Hilary appeared from a corridor near the study. "Good Morning, Master," Hilary said bowing slightly. "Good Morning, Hilary," Will replied. "Would you care to have breakfast with your father in the breakfast room?"

Will nodded and followed Hilary to a small room with a circular table and the outer wall, made of sheets of glass. It was facing the sea and Will was transfixed by the view of the raging storm out on the sea.

"That looks ferocious!" Will said walking over to the window and looking outside.

"Whenever the Flying Dutchman changes Captain, Calypso rages a ten day storm," Bill replied while Hilary passed Will a cup of tea. Will turned and saw his father sitting at the table eating bacon and eggs.

"Enjoying the hospitality?" Will said jokingly as he sat down at the table. Will fixed himself toast and started to eat while his father replied with a laugh,

"I haven't ever been waited on before,"

"Nor have I," Will replied.

"Did you sleep well during the storm last night?" Bill enquired. "First night of sleep in a long time!"

"I did but Elizabeth didn't," Will replied. "She doesn't sleep well during storms," Bill nodded and continued to eat his breakfast.

After spending an hour with his father, walking around the house, staying in the study and observing the books, amused by large collection of pirate stories. He decided to go upstairs and see how Elizabeth was sleeping in this storm, missing her already. He entered the bedroom and saw the bed empty. The bathroom door was open and walked slowly to the door, looking in and seeing Elizabeth sitting in a large bathtub, her back to him. She had her arms wrapped around her knees, hugging them to her chest. He walked silently over to the tub and sat on the chair next to it. He leant over a place a kiss on her shoulder; she jumped and turned to him. "I didn't here you come in," she said with wide eyes. She then smiled and said, "Join me, you could use a bath," Will laughed and took his clothes as Elizabeth moved to the back on the bath and he climbed in, in front of her. Elizabeth started washing his hair and he enjoyed the feeling of her hands massaging his scalp. He leaned back she put pulled him under the water enough to rinse his hair. She proceeded to put soap on her hands and wash him with his hands, gently massaging his knotted muscles as she went. Will had never felt relaxed and was soon lying against Elizabeth, his head on her shoulder. Using a cloth, he rinsed him off then they lay there for a few minutes, Elizabeth occasionally placing kisses on Will's shoulder until he sat up and turned to her. "It's your turn," He replied with a smile.
"Alright," Elizabeth replied. "But I've already washed my hair," Will already could tell because he could smell her heavenly hair when he lent against her. They swapped positioned so Elizabeth was lying against Will as he ran his hands gently over her body, soap running over her already clean skin, just simply for the joy of touch. He nuzzled her neck and kissed under her earlobe. Elizabeth chuckled softly then fell silent, lying there against him. Will continued to run his hands up and down her arms then moved her hair to the front to massage her back. "I miss him," she suddenly whispered softly. Will pulled her back against him to see her face sad and lonely. She lent her head on his shoulder but her eyes were focused on her hand resting on the side of the tub. "Miss who?" Will whispered.

"Our son?" she replied. "Every day for ten years he's all I had. Now he's gone. I got you back but lost my baby,"
"You haven't lost him, Elizabeth. He's right here," He put her hand on her stomach with his own. "We've been given a second chance. Now both of us get be here with him. You don't have to be alone," Elizabeth turned in his arms and cupped his face. "It's not that I'd rather have him than you. It's that when I woke up this morning you weren't there. And for one awful moment I thought it had all been a dream. Then I saw your clothes on the floor and knew it must be true. But then I didn't know what to do. Most mornings I would go get Billy out of bed, but his room is empty." She wrapped her arms around his neck and held onto her husband.
"It's just going to take awhile to get used to, that's all," Will kissed her where ever she grip would allow, trying his best to comfort her. Despite how sympathetic he was to her pain he was overcome by feelings of excitement that soon he will she his wife with a child, knowing she's a wonderful mother already.