Disclaimer: GUESS WHAT?! I don't own PotC! ... Shocker, I know.

A/N: Well I'm putting this up earlier than I usually do, seeing as the only time I have to write during the day is really late at night. Thank you to everyone that has reviewed! It really means a lot to me :) Alright, on to today's drabble! Its a fluffy one, and I don't really know if its Period or Modern. I know what I meant it to be... but I'm going to leave it up to you to interpret it as you like. And now I'm rambling! Enjoy, and review if you wish!

"Mother!" thirteen-year-old William whined. "Don't you think I'm a little old to be playing with toys?"

"William, please? I just need a few minutes of peace and quiet," Elizabeth pleaded with her son.

"But Mum-" William tried again, a pout creeping onto his face.

"Just for a little while, William-"

"I wanted to go outside!"

"You can play later, William, but right now I need you to do this for me-"

"Mum!"

"- so that I can get my work done-"

"Puppets! Puppets!" two-year-old Caroline squealed, adding her little voice to the noise of the argument.

"- and then I promise, you can have the rest of the day for yourself."

"Fine!" William said, throwing up his arms in defeat.

"Thank you, William," his mother responded sincerely, kissing her first child on the top of his head.

"Ugh, mum!" William chided, "I'm too old for that too!"

"You'll never be too old for that," Elizabeth murmured to herself, but chose not to press the issue. She scooped up little blonde-haired Caroline into her arms and held her on one hip, saying, "Now Caroline, you'll be good for William, won't you?"

William rolled his eyes as Caroline nodded, her face breaking out into a smile at the prospect of playing with her older brother. "I saw that, William," Elizabeth scolded, without breaking eye contact with her daughter.

"Sorry, mum," William said.

"And will you play nice with your sister?" Elizabeth asked, turning to face William.

William's cheeky remark was discarded when he saw his little sister's hopeful face. "Yes, I will," he said with a sigh. "C'mere, Caroline."

He extended his arms and his mother placed Caroline into them, smiling at her two children. William tried to act older than he was most of the time, as was common for a thirteen-year-old boy, but Elizabeth knew that he still had a huge soft spot for his sister. Caroline's face lit up when William swung her around suddenly and place her on his back, bouncing her all the way out the door.

Elizabeth smiled again before returning to her work, the giggles of her youngest daughter echoing down the hallway.

Later in the afternoon, when Will had returned from his work, Elizabeth decided to check on William and Caroline. She retold the whole story to Will, who listened as they tiptoed down the hallway, hoping not to disturb the peace that had finally been achieved.

"He's just so touchy, these days, Will, but I know he loves his sister. It's probably just a phase, anyway-"

She cut off as she peaked around the corner, and gasped at the scene in front of her. William and Caroline had fallen asleep, it seemed, with the puppets that Caroline so desperately wanted to play with still on their hands. Caroline was up on William's bed, with William drowsing below her on the ground, a cushion under his head.

"Oh Will!" Elizabeth whispered, moving aside so that he could have a look inside. He smiled too, and then tiptoed inside to kiss Caroline on the forehead. Elizabeth found a blanket for William and tucked both children in, removing the puppets from their hands and placing them on the dresser. "I wish it would stay like this forever," Elizabeth whispered, "I wish they wouldn't grow up."

Will pulled one of the female puppets off the dresser and put it on his hand, saying in a high pitch voice, "Cheer up Elizabeth, we still have a while longer."

Elizabeth giggled at her husband's antics, pulling one of the puppets off the dresser as well. "And after all," she continued, "You certainly haven't grown up yet, so why should I worry about them?"

"Oh you're going to get it for that!" Will said, tossing the puppet onto the dresser. Elizabeth did the same, before running out the door with a playful smile on her face. With one last look at his children, Will chased her out the door, closing it quietly behind him.