Title: Bed Rest
Characters: Tora and Jack
When: After A Test Of Time

"Jack, love?"
"Mmm?"
"Do you think I've gotten rather...er...portly?"
Jack Sparrow looked up from his map to see his wife, completely naked in the dim candle-light. She turned to one side and ran a hand over her stomach. In complete honesty, there was more of a stomach there than there used to be, but Jack didn't think it'd be wise to say so. Thing is, Tora always knew when Jack was lying. "You're beautiful." He commented.
"That's not answering my question, Jack."
With a sigh, Jack dropped his compass onto his desk and moved over to his wife. "Does it matter?"
"It does to me. If I get fat, how on earth am I supposed to fight?"
"I'll fight for you."
"You do think I'm fat."
"No I don't. I..." Jack sighed. "You're bigger than usual but you are not fat. You're...curvy."
"I don't want to be curvy." Tora moaned and moved back to get dressed in the cabin.

The next morning, Jack awoke to an empty bed. Frowning he sat up and found Tora asleep on the floor, beside the chamber pot. The smell of vomit was strong in the air and Jack resisted the urge to gag. He lifted Tora onto the bed, covered her up and called on Gibbs. Gibbs took the chamber pot to be cleaned and returned onto deck to set a course for Tortuga. Jack lay down beside the sleeping red head, and brushed his fingers across her cheek. Frowning, his dark eyes drifted to her stomach. Weight gain and morning sickness? Jack new that meant something significant but he was failing to put a bejeweled finger on what.
"Hello." Tora whispered.
"Morning."
"I was sick." She whispered. Her voice was quite and frightened as a child's might be.
"I know, we're heading to Tortuga to find a doctor."
"Jack?"
"Mmm?"
"You know what this means don't you?"
"What?"
"I'm fat and I threw up this morning." Tora paused, waiting for Jack to click on but it didn't happen. "These are the kinds of things that happen to women when they're...pregnant."
"Wha-argh!" Jack, shocked, jolted back and ended up falling off the edge of the bed. Had the circumstances been different, Tora would've laughed.

"Well?" Demanded Jack when the doctor, who had insisted he see Tora alone, emerged from the cabin.
"She needs complete bed rest for a few days and no solids."
"Eh?"
"She's to only drink liquids and eat things like soup or a broth."
"So she's not...you know...?"
"Pregnant?"
"Aye."
"No. Stomach bug. She could've picked it up in the Caribbean, she said you've just come from there?"
"Aye."
"Yes, well if she ate something odd then that'll explain the weight and vomiting. I gave her a thorough examination and she is most definitely not with child."
"You gave her a thorough what?" Jack's clenched his hands into fists and the doctor took a step back.
"I should be going, I have a little girl with the flu to see too." The doctor rushed past Jack and off board as fast as his legs could carry him.
From inside the cabin, Jack could hear laughter. He went in to find Tora helpless on the bed.
"What?"
"You are quite the jealous one ain't ye'?"
Jack huffed and dropped onto the bed where Tora climbed onto his lap with a grin. "Doctor says ye' need bed rest." Jack said, fully intent on ignoring his wife's advances, purely for laughing at him.
"Well then be a good husband and give me my medication." Tora was already untucking his shirt from his breeches.
"Eh?"
"I think this counts as bed rest, don't you?"