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It was one of those nights when the world seemed to stand still on it's axis. The kind of night that only comes around when something big happens, something very big. A woman's cries of pain could be heard through out the Turner household, and then, silence. Not a soul moved. There wasn't even a light wind to give the palm trees a little rustle. Suddenly, a baby's cry rang through the air. Followed by the ever so soft whispering of that same woman, who only moments ago, had been in such dire pain. A man, seeming to be around the same age of the woman, burst through the bedroom door searching franticly for his wife.
" Elizabeth! Where is she?" He asked to no one as he flung the door open so hard that it shook on it's hinges.
" I'm right here Will," she said as she slowly sat up in the bed, cradling the most important thing her life at that moment, " Come here, see your child." The man she had called Will moved over to the side of the bed and gazed into his child's face. " Looks just like you darling," the woman said as she brushed a small corner of the blanket from the baby's face.
" No my love," the man replied, " something this beautiful could only resemble you." As he said this, he softly stroked the sleeping baby's face. The sleeping form wrinkled it's nose a bit at the warmth of the touch. " What about Abigail as a name? Or maybe even Salene, after your mother? I'm starting to regret putting off picking out a name."
" Those are all wonderful names darling. But you might want to think about something more masculant. After all, he is our first born," a smile played at the woman's lips at her husband's expression. The woman's father had been so sure it would be a girl, but he was mistaken. For there was a boy in the arms of his daughter.
" Well in that case," the man started again, " what do you think of Jacob? I think that would suit for our first born. And then our next child can be named…"
" Will, please," the woman interrupted, " As much as I love children, lets focus on the one at hand, not the ones to come. After all, you were not the one who was forced to carry him around for nine months and three days. And I think Jacob is a lovely name. Father will be very proud." The woman gave a heart warming smile to her husband, then continued. " Now, I've had a very rough night and I am in dire need of sleep."
" Of coarse love," the man said lifting his son from his wife's arms, " You get your rest and I will see you in the morning." he laid a soft kiss on her forehead, then turned to lay his son into the small basinet that set next to the bed. He also laid a kiss on the sleeping child's forehead, then headed out the door to announce the good news to all he saw. Will Turner was a father.
A/N: So what did you think? Bring on the reviews!!
It was one of those nights when the world seemed to stand still on it's axis. The kind of night that only comes around when something big happens, something very big. A woman's cries of pain could be heard through out the Turner household, and then, silence. Not a soul moved. There wasn't even a light wind to give the palm trees a little rustle. Suddenly, a baby's cry rang through the air. Followed by the ever so soft whispering of that same woman, who only moments ago, had been in such dire pain. A man, seeming to be around the same age of the woman, burst through the bedroom door searching franticly for his wife.
" Elizabeth! Where is she?" He asked to no one as he flung the door open so hard that it shook on it's hinges.
" I'm right here Will," she said as she slowly sat up in the bed, cradling the most important thing her life at that moment, " Come here, see your child." The man she had called Will moved over to the side of the bed and gazed into his child's face. " Looks just like you darling," the woman said as she brushed a small corner of the blanket from the baby's face.
" No my love," the man replied, " something this beautiful could only resemble you." As he said this, he softly stroked the sleeping baby's face. The sleeping form wrinkled it's nose a bit at the warmth of the touch. " What about Abigail as a name? Or maybe even Salene, after your mother? I'm starting to regret putting off picking out a name."
" Those are all wonderful names darling. But you might want to think about something more masculant. After all, he is our first born," a smile played at the woman's lips at her husband's expression. The woman's father had been so sure it would be a girl, but he was mistaken. For there was a boy in the arms of his daughter.
" Well in that case," the man started again, " what do you think of Jacob? I think that would suit for our first born. And then our next child can be named…"
" Will, please," the woman interrupted, " As much as I love children, lets focus on the one at hand, not the ones to come. After all, you were not the one who was forced to carry him around for nine months and three days. And I think Jacob is a lovely name. Father will be very proud." The woman gave a heart warming smile to her husband, then continued. " Now, I've had a very rough night and I am in dire need of sleep."
" Of coarse love," the man said lifting his son from his wife's arms, " You get your rest and I will see you in the morning." he laid a soft kiss on her forehead, then turned to lay his son into the small basinet that set next to the bed. He also laid a kiss on the sleeping child's forehead, then headed out the door to announce the good news to all he saw. Will Turner was a father.
A/N: So what did you think? Bring on the reviews!!
