In Luxembourg

Disclaimer: I do not own Will and Liz

"Will?" Elizabeth murmured. She was curled up next to her husband in an overstuffed chair on the balcony, while he held her close, his chin resting on her shoulder. The light breeze lifted her waves of hair away from her face.

"Yes, my love?"

She smiled and looked up at him. "I'm so lucky to have you."

He took her chin in his hand and kissed her. "It's me who's the lucky one."

As he placed his hand over her stomach, an act he had been doing subconsciously for past week, Elizabeth giggled, and grasping the hand with her own, she sighed,

"I just can't believe it."

"Believe what, love?" Will whispered into her ear, placing an elongated kiss under her chin.

Elizabeth moaned with sensuality at the sensation, resisting the desire to kiss him upon the lips with all the passion she had inside her as he continued with his romancing.

"Will", she whispered covetously. He had moved the kiss to her neck...below her ear, and he peppered kisses along her jawbone.

His eyes finally met hers; they were alight in mockery. Elizabeth leaned her head back slightly and closed her eyes, but as she did so, Will's lips left her skin. Her eyes fluttered open, and she gasped at the loss of contact.

"Elizabeth", he sighed, just as breathless as she was, and pressed his lips against hers before allowing her to speak. He kissed her vehemently, filled with emotion, loving her even more so as she kissed him back, her heart bursting with the amorousness she felt.

They gradually broke apart, breathing heavily. Will smiled, clearing his throat, and asked, "Believe what, Elizabeth?"

"Will Turner, you are such a tease!" she exclaimed, playfully hitting him on the arm. He laughed.

She tried to frown, which made him more amused. "You'd better get that smirk off your face, Mr. Turner", Elizabeth warned, crossing her arms.

"Or what, Mrs. Turner?" he ventured, leaning close to her.

She positively melted at the sound of her name, still unused to the melodious sound of the words "Mrs." & "Turner" together as her husband spoke them.

"Or this", she answered sweetly, and placed a gentler and loving kiss on his lips. She sighed as his blacksmith hands tangled into her long, golden locks. With her hand on his chest, she could feel his heart beating through the cotton of his shirt.

She leaned back, smiling contentedly. Will left his hands at her back to support her as she sat on his lap, facing him.

"I can't believe we're going to have a baby", she said excitedly.

"I know, darling. You don't know how happy you've made me", he replied, with a bit of sadness in his voice.

"Will?" she questioned affectionately.

He slipped his hand under her blouse, resting it against her flat stomach. "I never thought I could be this blessed."

"Oh Will", she murmured, scooting forward, a lying her head on his chest. "I love you so much. I couldn't survive without you."

He brushed a fallen tear from her cheek. "I love you too, my angel."

She sniffed as another tear rolled down her cheek.

"Darling, don't cry, it's alright", Will said comfortingly.

She smiled. "I can't help it, Will. This is the life I've always dreamed, with you. Ever since I first saw you; when you told me your name—I know I'd always be in love you."

She paused, wiping her eyes clear. "Silly isn't it?" she laughed a bit.

"No", he said warmly, wrapping his arms around her. "I felt the same. You were, and will always be my angel."

She kissed his chin. "And you, my handsome pirate."