A thousand thanks to those who seem to like my corny works. I love you!

Um...Sakai213...I hope you are aware that both Hannah and Lilith are my own creations...I'm just having fun with the marriages of the characters. Tom Pullings is married in the books, but I have no idea on his real wife's name. I read somewhere that Bonden accidentally got married...no clue on the chick there either. Personally, I don't recommend the books. To me, it made all the characters perverted jerks. I much preferred Jack Aubrey's gentlemanly attitude in the movie. All the characters seemed far more loving to me in the movie.

But that's just my opinion...if you wish to purchase them...well, I'm not God, I'm not going to mess with your free will. I am greatly appreciative of your reviews, though...hope you don't hate me now.

Lapsus Calami- You are wonderful...I love you That story you dedicated to me was very sweet. Positively darling.

All your reviews were very kind and my work is no where near deserving of them. But since people asked for more, I shall give them more.

My disclaimer is up on my profile, since I really only write under one fandom.

Here is the requested for chapter...

"Thomas!" Hannah shook her husband's sleeping figure. "Thomas Pullings! Sleeping this late is unhealthy! Besides, you're taking the Bonden children out later! Up, now!"

He swatted at her weakly and groaned. "'S not time for cannon routines..."

She furrowed her brow in puzzlement and annoyance, then pursed her lips and flicked him behind the ear. "Up, now, Thomas Pullings, lest I flog your bottom!"

Moaning and grumbling to himself, he pulled back the covers and rolled over so he was sitting up, yawning and stretching.

Hannah's eyes widened in shock, and she jumped frantically in front of the open, sunny bedroom window. "Have a bit of modesty, Thomas Pullings!"

He looked down, uttered a delayed "oh," and reached for his pants.

She quickly closed the curtains. "Have you no decency?"

"You didn't say that once last night."

Her jaw dropped as he snorted laughter. "You hush! Marital duty is decent enough." She bopped him on her way out the bedroom for his continued chuckling and giggling about how God removed "decency" from the marriage bed, and scolded him on her way down the stairs, though doubted he heard it.

"Perverted man..."

He soon joined her downstairs, her frowning at his still-open shirt and ruffled hair.

"Sarah, be a darling and fetch coffee for your Master and Mistress, won't you?" He waved at a maid as he sat down, smiling mischieviously at Hannah.

She glowered at him. "You are utterly disturbing, Thomas...utterly disturbing..."

Tom's smile only widened. "I am but a simple man, apple tart, wrought for simple pleasures."

She rolled her eyes. "Enough of your talk, afore it makes me ill. Are you ready to take the children out today?"

"Oh, aye...thank you, Sarah." He relieved the serving maid of the two cups of coffee she bore and allowed her be dismissed. "I greatly look forward to seeing those little charmers again. Darling, simply darling, were they not?"

"They were indeed," Hannah agreed with a nod, reluctantly allowing a fond smile to cross her lips.

"You must smile more often, Hannah, you've the prettiest smile."

She quickly killed it. "Cheeky flirt, you are. And button your shirt." Though the order was for him, she reached across the table and did it for him.

"Come now, apple tart, I'm still in the house..."

"I don't care. You're still going to look halfway like a gentleman in front of God."

"Oh, for pity's sake, God saw me naked in my mother's belly and all the other times I went without clothes, and He has not damned me visibly yet. In fact, He blessed me with a beautiful wife. Who needs to smile more." He reached out and lifted her cheeks with his hand, forcing a smile.

She smacked his hand away. "Stop that, Thomas! And get something to eat afore I kick you out the door! SARAH!"

"I'll eat later. IT'S ALRIGHT, SARAH!"

"IGNORE HIM, SARAH, DO AS I SAY!"

"I'LL DOUBLE YOUR PAY THIS WEEK IF YOU IGNORE THE MISTRESS THIS ONCE!"

She pursed her lips and glared at him, while Sarah only raised one eyebrow, then both, and went back in the kitchen.

"How horrid you are, Thomas Pullings." Hannah upturned her nose, refusing to look at him anymore.

He only chuckled and reached over in attempt to take her hand. "Ah, my sweet Mrs...I know you truly love me. I'm going to go change before I go out. Come now, don't be like that." As he rose from his seat, he kissed her cheek and patted her shoulder.

Staying in her angry position, she waited until the footsteps on the stairs were out of earshot, then sighed whole-heartedly and somewhat annoyedly. "Ah, Thomas, why can I never stay honestly mad at you..."

"Because you love me, Hannah!"

She whirled and growled upon seeing that he was smiling stupidly from the top of the stair case. "Thomas Pullings!"

"Smile, apple tart!"

Inwardly, she was laughing, but outwardly, she had her fixed cranky expression, though a tad exaggerated now as she leapt up and chased him up the stairs. "Why can't you simply go about your business?! Don't spy on me! You know I hate it when you do that! AND NO I WILL NOT SMILE!"