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Five Months From Now

Author's Note: This is the third and final part of my story. I don't own the lyrics recited in this chapter either, they belong to Kate Bush and whoever else (I'm too lazy to look it up.) N'joy.

Eight Months, Part Three

By the time the three men reached the house, Jack and Miles had already vanished inside, the front door swinging open in their wake. Gill streaked past Trudy who was holding a hot kettle in her hands, her wrinkled face frozen with shock as the men barreled past her.

Gill came to a stop causing Will and Norrington to both slam into him, all three tumbling inside the dimly lit room. Elizabeth was perched on the edge of the bed as Jack was kneeling on the floor, his hand holding Ana's as he whispered to her.

"I'm sorry Jack, I didn't know," Elizabeth apologized for what seemed to Jack, the hundredth time.

Jack didn't bother looking up as he replied, "I know Elizabeth. It's not your fault."

Will approached them warily, his hand reaching out to rest on his wife's shoulder. "Jack is she-?" he let his question roll not wanting to finish it as he stared intently at the pirate.

There was a flurry of movement as Jack shook his head, his back facing the young blacksmith. Elizabeth frowned when Ana suddenly squirmed under the covers, a tired whimper emanating from the woman.

"Shh, Ana, its goin' to be alright," Jack soothed, his hand brushing her cheek tenderly.

Gill shuffled forward and peered over Jack's shoulder before moving to the other side of the bed in a hurry, his hand resting gently on Ana's swollen belly. He shifted his gaze to her face and frowned. Her forehead glistened with sweat, and she looked exhausted; her normally bright eyes were dull and her breathing shallow.

"Is she gonna be alright?" A timid voice squeaked from the doorway and Gill jerked his head up to see Miles standing behind Trudy, his head tilted curiously.

"Get him out of here," Gill ordered gesturing to his son. Will took the kettle from Trudy and had her and Miles go downstairs, the young boy stealing one last glance before the door was shut.

From the shadows Norrington watched silently, his expression void of emotions. He saw Elizabeth help Will with the kettle, the couple pouring the steaming water into a nearby basin as Gill softly prodded Ana, the woman giving a hiss of pain in answer. Placing a hand on her forehead Gill explained, "Ana, your baby hasn't turned."

"Well do something," Jack suddenly snapped from the bedside.

Gill stepped back. "Just calm down Jack. I can help her, but it's not going to be easy."

"I think it best we fetch the physician."

All heads turned toward Norrington, the forgotten Commodore finally stepping forward. He allowed his gaze to wander to Ana before looking up and repeating, "Fetching the physician would be the best thing we can do for her."

"There's no time."

Norrington glared at Gill from across the room. "It's not your place to say."

"This baby isn't waiting," Gill snapped back. "If we wait, both the little one and Ana will die! You're a man of honor, Commodore; I don't think you're prepared to have the blood of a mother and her unborn child on your hands."

The Commodore looked slightly pale at his words before muttering, "No, but nor will I bear the conscience of knowing that the blood was spilled by the hands of a pirate!"

Gill looked unfazed at the comment before his face turned red with anger, his hands balling into fists. His blood boiled with rage at Norrington's words, his every vein coursing with the newfound hatred for the man.

"He's no more a pirate than you are, Commodore," Jack's voice broke the angry silence, his dark brown eyes glaring at him. "He's a doctor. He's saved Ana once, and he has my respect for that. He may be a pirate in your blind eyes, but he's a good man in mine. I trust him with Ana's life more than I trust myself with it."

Norrington looked baffled at the pirate captain's words but watched nonetheless as Jack nodded at Gill thoughtfully. Gill offered a weak smile in response as he looked in the Turner's direction and said, "I'm going to need a wooden spoon. Do you have one?"

"Yes, in the kitchen," Elizabeth stated as Will offered to get it, the young blacksmith bounding out of the room.

He soon returned with the spoon in his hand and gave it to Gill who set it on the bedside table with a dagger and a candle. "Will, I'm going to have to ask you and the Commodore to wait outside. I only want Jack and Elizabeth to stay."

Will looked at his wife wistfully before nodding his agreement. He turned to go and saw Jack kneeling there, holding Ana's hand as he placed a kiss on her forehead. The pirate rose to his feet, gave Gill a curt nod and then left the room with Will and Norrington close behind.

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Pray God you can cope. I stand outside this woman's work…This woman's world.

Jack sank to his knees, his head cradled in his hands as he turned his back to the screams coming from the upstairs bedroom. He had given Gill permission to help Ana; his heart fluttered as the second thoughts poured into his mind: had he done the right thing? He trusted Gill, that was enough, wasn't it?

Will approached the pirate cautiously, his callused hand gripping Jack's shoulder in support as he said, "Ana will be fine, you'll see. You're going to be a father Jack."

Ooh, it's hard on the man, now his part is over. Now starts the craft of the father.

Jack barely lifted his head tossing the statement around in his head; he was going to be a father, true. He frowned again. He didn't want to be a father without Ana. He didn't want to lose her or the baby, but Jack had long since made his mind up that he'd rather have Ana and nothing more if it came down to it. It would be hard losing a child, that much he knew, but it just wouldn't feel right having the baby and not Ana and Jack didn't want that. He wanted Ana…

…And the baby.

I know you have a little life in you yet. I know you have a lot of strength left.

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Ana bit down hard on the handle of the wooden spoon, the object doing little to muffle her screams as Gill drug the blade of the dagger across her skin. Elizabeth stood near by, pale and terrified, her eyes showing the fear she felt inside for the woman as she watched Gill, the man's hands working precisely yet tenderly.

The dark skinned woman stifled another scream and Elizabeth knelt beside her and took her hand as she whispered words of encouragement to her. Several times Ana's eyes rolled back and she'd have to fight to keep them focused on Elizabeth, the pain hitting her in merciless waves.

I know you have a little life in you yet. I know you have a lot of strength left.

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I should be crying, but I just can't let it show. I should be hoping, but I can't stop thinking…

"This was all a mistake," Jack breathed, his face buried in his hands as he leaned his elbows on his knees.

Will and Norrington stared at him. "What do you mean Jack? What was a mistake?"

Jack moved his hand and glanced sideways at them. "All of it: Me, Ana, the baby, this place, the past…"

"Jack Sparrow, you should be ashamed of yourself."

The pirate captain lifted his head to see Norrington standing over him, an angry expression on his face as he added, "There is a woman who loves you up there giving birth to your child and all you can think about is that this is all a mistake? I think you're a little late for that."

Of all the things I should've said that I never said. All the things we should've done,
that we never did.

Will nodded in agreement. "He's right Jack. There are no back buttons in life. What's come to be, is. Ana loves you, and I know you feel the same about her though you don't openly show it. Instead of thinking that this was all a mistake, you should be thinking of Ana and hoping that she and the baby make it; that's what is most important in life right now Jack. Them: they are your family."

All the things I should've given, but I didn't. Oh, darling, make it go, Make it go away.

Jack bowed his head, his hands clasped together supporting him as he thought of what Will and Norrington had said. Their words stung his heart and fought with his inner turmoil over it; Ana was his family. Ana loved him. Another thought suddenly crossed his mind. Ana was dying for him.

Give me these moments back- give them back to me. Give me that little kiss. Give me your hand.

The only thing Jack wanted at the moment was to take Ana in his arms- to hold her and keep her safe. He wanted to take her and apologize for everything wrong he had ever done in life, to her. Promise that he'd make up for it and that he'd always be there for her. But even now, as the screams continued, Jack began to lose hope for the first time.

I know you have a little life in you yet. I know you have a lot of strength left.

A hand on his shoulder startled him and he jerked his head up to see Will sitting next to him, a warm smile on his face. "Jack, hope for the best and no matter what, don't lose that hope you have. I can see it in your eyes- you're starting to give up. Do you think Ana would want you to do that?"

Jack shook his head absently, his eyes trained on the floor as he tried blocking out the screams reaching his ears.

I should be crying, but I just can't let it show. I should be hoping, but I can't stop thinking… Of all the things we should've said that were never said.

Will sighed as he continued to watch Jack, the pirate's brown eyes clouding over with guilt. He opened his mouth to say something when Norrington stopped him, a worried expression on his tan face. "Do you hear that?"

The blacksmith listened before shaking his head, "I don't hear anything."

"Exactly," Norrington pointed out. "The screams, they've stopped."

Will and Jack both snapped back to reality at the Commodore's word as they realized he was right. The room had suddenly been filled with a heavy silence, the screaming having ceased and all three men strained to hear the comforting sound of a baby crying.

"I don't hear anythin'," Jack commented rising to his feet. "Aren't babies supposed to scream bloody hell afterward?"

Norrington adverted his gaze to his shoes as Will nodded. "It's a sign of healthiness, yes," the blacksmith explained. "But you're right, I don't hear anything."

The sound of an opening door drew their heads up as they saw Elizabeth slip from the room, a grave look upon her weary face. Will went to her, taking her in his arms as she buried her face in his chest and wept. Another figure soon emerged from the room, their once white shirt stained and damp with a bright red.

Jack paled at the sight of Gill, the young man descending the stairs wiping his hands on a towel. Blood streaked his forehead, signs that he had wiped away sweat and pushed his hair out of his face while he worked. He stared at Jack who stared back, the questions in his eyes as he waited for an answer.

"Ana?"

Gill swallowed hard and closed his eyes. "Jack, I'm so-" he trailed off as Jack pushed past him and darted up the stairs to the bedroom.

All the things we should've done that we never did. All the things that you needed from me- All the things that you wanted for me. All the things that I should've given, but I didn't.

Jack stood in the doorway, his nose wrinkling in disgust; the room was stuffy and smelled of sweat and blood. From where he stood, he could see a shadowed figure crumpled on the bed, the body motionless.

Oh, darling, make it go away. Just make it go away now.

He stepped inside and moved closer to the bed, crouching beside the pale woman. He took her hand and jumped when she suddenly opened her tired eyes to gaze at him. She offered him a weak smile as he tenderly kissed her, his hand finding hers. He pressed his forehead to hers as a tear dripped from his chin, her own eyes misting over.

"I didn't want anyone else to say anything because I wanted to tell you myself," Ana stated softly. Jack gave her a curious glance as she added, "You have a daughter, Jack," she whispered, her shaky hand pulling the thin blanket around her down to reveal a small bundle tucked snuggly beside her.

Jack gingerly reached down and traced a finger down the baby's cheek, the small child yawning as she opened her eyes to greet him. The pirate captain stared at her taking her in, her bright eyes staring back at him before smiling.

"She has your nose and your father's eyes," he told Ana, a wide grin on his face. "She's perfect," Jack breathed, the baby grasping his finger tightly. "A bright little ray of sunshine."

Ana smirked allowing Jack to take the girl in his arms as she watched the interaction. "Would make a good name," she commented.

Jack turned to her, one eyebrow arched as he asked, "What, sunshine?" he watched his daughter thoughtfully for a moment.

"Not exactly," Ana chuckled. "Rae," she corrected.

The pirate captain glanced at his wife before turning his attention back to the baby cradled in his arms. He pondered the suggestion before saying, "Raea."

"I like it," Ana agreed with a smile. "What about her middle name?"

Jack held the baby close before setting her back in Ana's arms, his hand gently lingering on his daughter's head. "Raea Lenae. ¹"

"Raea Lenae Sparrow," Anamaria murmured to herself. "Suits her."

The pirate captain chuckled before kissing her. He pulled back and stared at her, a frown soon covering his face as he saw a distant look of unhappiness cross Ana's features. "What's the matter?"

Ana looked at him sorrowfully, one her hands trailing to her covered midsection as she mumbled, "I'm going to have another scar."

"Ana, do ye remember what I said about scars?"

Nodding Ana replied, "That they were considered stories about our life. But it's a scar all the same," she added with a frown.

"No," Jack corrected. "It's not just another scar, Ana. It's another chapter to add to your story."

Ana smiled this time as she gazed at her daughter kissing the girl's forehead. "And it's one hell of a chapter too."

Jack laughed quietly as he leaned forward to kiss Ana. "You look beautiful."

Ana swatted his hand away. "I look like hell."

"Nonsense," Jack replied as he pushed the hair out of her face.

"Stop lying," Ana scoffed playfully, one of her fingers twisting in one of his braids.

Jack pulled a face making her smile as he asked, "And how do ye know I'm lyin'?"

"Because you're Captain Jack Sparrow," Ana stated with a flourish of her hand much the same Jack did. "Savvy?"

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A/N: Yay! It's the end! (Does a happy dance) That's all, there is no more! Actually… there would be one more, if I ever felt like getting around to it. I have another idea nagging at me this moment, but it all just depends on how things go because it they continue to go the way they have, well, then I might not get to stick around so much.

Between work and friends, I try to balance an even schedule; especially with trying to get out more this year. And I know this update took a LONG time, but so much was going on keeping me from actually being able to sit down and really write.

Well, I hope the lyrics went along nicely with this: the last two pieces of this story were actually molded together and inspired by movies like- Gone With the Wind, She's Having a Baby and Robin Hood, Prince of Thieves.

But at last, the final segment of this has been posted, and I hope you enjoyed!

¹ Just for the record, her name is pronounced Ray-uh Lynn-a. As for the name suggestion, it can be referred back to in Journey to the Past- chapter 6: Jack's Story. Lenae was the name of Ana's mother and it also happens to be the name of a cousin of mine.

-J

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