This is Madam Cammaleah back again. *bows head and sighs* I AM SO SORRY! Life has been very busy for me lately and I haven't been able to update but here we go with another chapter. ENJOY!!

Elizabeth decided she only wanted one baby. Pregnancy was killing her. She was almost six months and she could barely put her stockings on. Will had to help her dress and undress every morning and night. It annoyed her but she knew he enjoyed it. The nursery was finished and the quilt she had been making was almost done. Otherwise Elizabeth was as happy as a clam. IF clams could be happy at all. She didn't know maybe they could be. Elizabeth was barely able to walk, her belly was huge and there was even a possibility she might have twins. That thought scared her. She and Will had hoped to only have one baby because then they would give all of their attention to that one child but if she had twins then she would still be happy yes. But it wasn't villain to prefer only one.

"My love?"

Elizabeth is startled; she had been so absorbed in her thoughts she hadn't realized her husband had come home for the night and was sitting at the table in front of the hot plate of dinner she had set on the table for him.

She tucks rope of long loose blonde hair around her ear and looks at him with a smile.

"I was thinking tomorrow we could take a short walk to The Beach"

The Beach was a tiny hidden cove on the other side of the island that only they knew the whereabouts of. It had a little rowboat, a private dock and a little old house. Last time they had been there was when Jack had summoned them for a little adventure. He didn't get his way and they stayed on the island. Jack had gone back to sea when they refused to come along.

"That sounds splendid" Elizabeth squeaks, she puts a hand over her mouth and Will laughs. The pregnant Turner woman's voice had been strange lately and the lovers thought maybe it had something to do with pregnancy. Sometimes she would completely lose her voice and other times it would crack as if she were a eleven year old boy going through his break into manhood. It was definitely amusing to say the least.

The Next Day they did not walk to the cove but rather took the cart. ELizabeth had woken up with excessive pain in her ankles and it hurt her to walk so they loaded a picnic into the cart and rode to the bluff with their secret trail down to the hot white sand beach. Will stopped the cart and led the mule over to a nice soft patch of grass, he unhooked the mule and tied him on a leash to a rock with a metal loop pounded into it. The mule immediately lay down and started to munch the dandelions lazily. THe beach day wasn't too eventful and that's just how the two of them liked it. It was nice to spend some time together. It wasn't just in the mornings and at night. The water was surprisingly warm and they both sat naked in a sunny tidepool that was almost as hot as bathwater because of the sun beating down on it. The relaxing mood carried on into the next day when ELizabeth walked (she waddled but let's not tell her that). Winnie being the best best friend possible told her she was probably having twins. That killed Elizabeth's mood. Twins scared her. She and Will had only planned for one baby, one kid to spoil and love. Winnie said something along the lines of 'honey you're too big to be six months with only one baby, you're probably having twins. That terrified Elizabeth to the core. She knew twins were in her family. SHe would have had a twin. She was born first and then her mother delivered another twin girl who was stillborn and her mother died shortly after that from blood loss. She couldn't do that to Will. SHe prayed to god she wasnt having twins.