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"He sent me home, I should be ready." Eve said as she sat in bed, still on bed rest after three weeks. "I need to get out of here."

"I know, but you need to relax, if you act like this, he won't let you go." Elizabeth said as she folded up some of Eve's clothes. "I know your anxious, but give it time."

"I've had enough of waiting. Every single minute I spend in this house reminds me of my son." Eve lowered her eyes.

"Eve…"

"Mother, I'm sorry, right now, I'm not in the mood." Eve knew what her mother was going to say.

"Are you sure you want to rush off? Give yourself time to heal."

Eve sat in silence. She held her son for a short time, she saw him for such a short time, she loved him for such a long time, and she always would. Jon and Eve spoke mildly, neither looking directly in one another's eyes. Eve was not particularly angry with Jon, but hated the fact he wouldn't talk with her, of course, she knew he was in pain, but she was too, and she felt their son within her, and the pain, was, and she felt would always be a bit more painful for her in particular.

"Maybe if you go into the nursery, say his name." Elizabeth suggested to her daughter.

"I can't." Eve then tried to change the subject. "Where is Jon?"

"With your father."

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Jon and Will were both helping Jack ready the Pearl for departure. "Can I ask you something?" Jon asked Will who was moving boxes and crates around. This was the first attempt at a conversation Jon was trying to stab at.

"What?" Will asked as he put down the box.

"As a man, who has been married for so long, and as Eve's father, I need your advice." Will then nodded, noting this was important. "How do I talk to her? We can barely look in each others eyes."

"Listening usually helps. Eve is in pain, not the physical kind either. Her heart is aching, nothing feels worse than losing a child, especially to a mother." Will then took Jon by the shoulders, a way a father might do to a son, when giving advice. "Make sure tonight, you talk to her. If she yells let her, if she cries let her, if she wants to say nothing, if she wants to listen to you, whatever she wants, let her, it will help her, and you too, because then she would be able to help you."

"Thank you." Jon said. Jon then uneasily added to his thank you. "I know, we haven't gotten along well, I know you don't care for me, but I just want you to know, that, I love Eve, and I would like for us to get along better."

"I know you care about my daughter." Will then sat down. "I fear it was my pride that got in the way, that, another man, won my daughters heart, that she loves some other man, not just her father. The way it happened, and the fact that for the first time I wasn't there to protect her…caused so much resentment, and I have no one to blame for but myself. I would like to get to know you, as my son in law, as the man that cares so much for my daughter."

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"You are set to go. Wounds are healed, and you are walking fine on your own, no need of assistance from anyone. So you are free from bed rest, but please be careful." The doctor then shook Eve's hand.

"Thank you doctor." The doctor then left her bedroom and Eve sat in silence. 'Not all wounds are healed', Eve felt like saying. Eve swung her legs from bed and pressed her feet against the cold wooden floor. Eve in just her white cotton nightgown, made her way to the terrace, and let the sea air hit her face. Perhaps her mother was right, saying his name, walking in that nursery would do her good. Eve turned around and headed towards the nursery.

Eve stopped in front of the door, and placed her hand on the door handle. She could feel the pulse of life, she could feel the love that this room represented, but yet, she could not bring herself to open that door, to say her son's name. Instead Eve, with tears sliding down her cheeks, turned around and walked back in her bedroom. Dusk was beginning to fall, and that meant that Jon would be home, and she didn't want him to see her like this, in fact, she didn't want Jon to see her at all.

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By the time Jon came home, it was dark, and without a hesitation, from being so tired, walked up the stairs and into his bedroom. Jon saw Eve's sleeping form in bed, and didn't have the heart to wake her. So Jon, pulled off his boots, and took off his shirt and slid next to Eve. Jon leaned in close to her and kissed her neck. "Jon?" Eve said sleepily,

"Didn't mean to wake you." Jon said.

"No, you didn't." Eve then turned to face him. "The doctor stopped by."

"What he say?"

"I can leave, I am well enough to travel."

"That's good. So everything is fine…"

"Sure." Jon watched as Eve's eyes darted back and forth, wanting to tell him something. "I'll be back." Eve said suddenly as she slid out of bed.

"Where are you going?" Jon asked her as he propped himself up on his elbows.

"I forgot something…in the kitchen."

"I'll get it." Jon started getting up.

"No, no, that's fine. I'll get it." Eve then quickly left, shutting the door behind her.

Jon rose from bed and walked to the terrace, he needed to speak with her. She was trying to avoid him at all costs, and he knew she needed to speak with him. Then, from the distance, he heard a faint cry, a sobbing…then it grew louder…it was Eve. Jon ran out of the room and rushed to the sound of the cry, and soon found the nursery door open, and Eve inside, on her knees, sobbing uncontrollably. Jon bent down next to her and wrapped his strong arms around her shoulders.

"I thought I could handle it." Eve said between her cries. "I just want a child…am I asking for too much? Have I done something so incredibly wicked, that God, won't let me bare a child, won't let the child takes its first breath?"

"You are a wonderful woman, and God will grant you a child." Jon said soothingly.

"Not now…not after what the doctor said." Eve said.

"To hell with the doctor, he never said never. We will have a child Eve, I swear to you." Jon turned her face so he could look into her mesmerizing blue eyes.

Eve then looked into his eyes and spoke slowly and clearly. "Jonathan Christopher Sparrow. Our son…Jonathan Christopher Sparrow." Eve closed her eyes and imagined him, what he might of looked like, what he might have been like. Suddenly Eve felt the pain in her chest begin to lessen, although not gone, Eve knew her mother was right, it helped to say his name.

Jon held his wife closely, it helped him so much that he was helping her, that perhaps she had let go of some of the pain she felt. "Come here." Jon then helped her to her feet and sat on the rocker. Jon then took Eve by the hips and had her sit on his lap. Eve leaned into his shoulder as he rocked back and forth. They slept in the nursery the entire night, just as they were.