There'll be no livin' with her after this
Chapter 23-What was wrong
Disclaimer: No, I don't own POTC…
"Damn it! I knew something was wrong!" Will looked at Elizabeth's unconscious figure, lying on the couch.
Governor Swann looked livid.
"Are you telling me you knew something was wrong with my daughter!"
Will turned fiercely upon him.
"God damn it, sir! She wouldn't tell me!" Tears came to his eyes.
"I…!"
"So don't you dare yell at me sir! Don't you god damn interfere! She's my wife! So leave us alone! For once!"
"Are you accusing me, Mr. Turner!"
"Ehem"
Both gentlemen turned angrily to the door.
"All the guests have gone", Charlotte said quietly. "So come on, brother."
"What?"
"Leave the boy alone with his wife. You've done enough."
The Governor looked fiercer, but without another word, he walked quickly out of the room.
The door clicked close, and Will kneeled next to Elizabeth, tears in his eyes. He kissed her forehead.
"Why didn't you tell me? Why?" He took her in his arms, and carried her into their room, laying her gently on the bed.
He sat, watching her for a few moments. The she stirred. He instantly went to her side.
"Elizabeth. Elizabeth, love." He took her hands. She let out a sharp breath and groaned.
"Elizabeth!" he cried out, and kissed her cheek. She heard him, but didn't open her eyes.
"Oh, darling. I'll get you some tea." He kissed her lightly again, and hurried out of the room.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa, mate, what's the hurry? Sorry I couldn't make it tonight, by the way."
"Jack", was all Will said, as he sped past him, going into the kitchen.
Jack knew better not to get involved quite immediately when Will was like this, so he shrugged to himself, and disappeared.
Upon entering, Will saw that the kitchen was still a mess.
"Great…" he whispered anxiously to himself, and nervously began looking for the tea bags.
Elizabeth fluttered her eyes open, and started to breathe. Pained breath, but breath. She realized where she was. Once she was breathing steadily, and feeling the energy slowly creeping back into to her body, she carefully sat up.
Her head felt dizzy for a bit, but it went away, and Elizabeth faintly remembered what had happened. "Will", she thought. She saw a glass of water on the table, and drank it.
Having done this, she felt more afresh.
She got up, letting the wave of sickness flutter over her, and went to the mirror. She felt a pain in her side. Using all her strength, she took her dress off, leaving it in a heap, on the floor.
She breathed in again.
Once she felt she could go on, she reached for her robe, still setting on the chair form earlier that night, and put it on.
She then untied the laces to her corset, with trembling fingers.
The corset loosened and loosened on her body, until she was finished. She let out a hurting gasp.
"Elizabeth!" Will rushed, setting the tea on the table; it clattered, spilling over the side.
He took her in his arms, holding her; gently rocking her. They didn't know, nor did they care how long they stayed like this.
"Will", Elizabeth said, once they stepped back from each other. "I'm sorry."
"No", Will said gently, kissing her. "It's okay. I'm just glad you're all right."
She looked down, and tears came down her cheeks.
"Elizabeth, what's wrong? Love?" he lifted her chin, and brushed the tears away. "What…?"
He looked down, seeing her robe open. Then he noticed. He pushed away the material a little more.
"Elizabeth…"
He gently put his hand on her bruised rib cage. "Elizabeth." He turned away for a moment.
"How did this happen?"
Her lips trembled, and she closed her robe, stepping away, and sat on the bed.
"Liz, darling." He sat next to her. "Come on, babe."
"I didn't want you to know", she said as she cried.
"Why, darling?" he said calmly, staying strong for her sake.
"It's the corset."
He realized. "Elizabeth, if you had told me what it did to you…"
"I don't know why I didn't. I—I was scared."
"Scared?"
"It's father."
"I knew he was to blame for this!" Will exclaimed furiously.
"He was being nice to me with all the things he does for me…I didn't want to be suddenly ungrateful and sickly, and unladylike."
"Unladylike? That's ridiculous, Elizabeth."
"I—my father has expectations of me."
"Expectations that cause this? This is utter rubbish." He sounded gentler.
"Elizabeth, you mustn't keep things from me."
"I know."
He put his arm around her, and kissed her gently. "I love you."
"I love you too." She lay back on the bed. "Will?" Her voice was shaky.
"Love? Are you okay?"
"Will…" she tried to stop the tears but they came again. She took a breath. "When is our honeymoon?"
"This weekend, darling. If…" Will stopped when he saw her crying.
"Will, I—I'm…I'm pregnant."
"What? Elizabeth!" He lay down next to her, holding her in his arms.
"Aren't you…?"
"Elizabeth, this is wonderful. Darling, why are you crying?"
"Now we won't be able to enjoy our honeymoon."
"Why would you say that, love? This is a happy time. You're going to have a baby. Our baby." He kissed her several times. "Are you sick?" he asked.
"I don't know", Elizabeth answered. "Will, I love you."
"I love you too, Elizabeth."
She curled up in his arms, and they turned out the light.
"Liz, I'm talking to your father tomorrow."
"Will…"
"He caused too much anguish. I won't stand for it."
"Darling?"
"Yes?" he kissed her cheek.
"Thank you."
"I'll never leave your side, darling, you know that."
"I know it."