Chapter 02:

Patricia tried to walk away but the ship suddenly lurched under their feet. Will caught Patricia by the waist before she could fall and pulled her to him gently. Patricia just threw her head back and laughed at how serious Will's face actually looked.

"Three things... First, you must be more careful when you strut about. Second is that I refuse to name my first son Jack. ANYTHING but Jack... For god's sake, we can name him Banlu if you wanted! Just. Not. Jack." Patricia just smirked up at him.

"If our child is a boy, he will be called Jack. I don't care what you say and the third?" Patricia giggled, ignoring his glare.

"I'm not playing anymore stupid board games or hand games to decide what to name our children ESPECIALLY since you cheat!" Will growled. Patricia would've been afraid of that look but his hands had traveled to her stomach and caressed it softly.

"I don't cheat, sir," Patricia repeated, her smile silently mocking him.

"Oh yes... you were merely getting what you wanted?" he repeated her words from moments before. Will's hands traveled around her rather large waist and pulled her gently against his body. His eyes had darkened several shades, if that was at all possible and his voice dropped several octaves. His lips fell on hers kissing her softly, before pulling back. "And what, may I ask, do you want now, love?"

"Unfortunately, it's the one thing we both REALLY REALLY want but can't have," she murmured, before returning his kiss then pulling away, smiling apologetically. "Not to mention, it makes me nauseous on a boat."

"That's funny since I remember that our first dozen rounds in the sack was on a boat," he growled. "I didn't hear you complain then."

"I wasn't pregnant then, Will, my love," she retorted. "And the midwives said we can't be together so soon before I give birth. They said it would probably be once we land in Port Royal remember?"

Will groaned stepping back to the couch and burying his head on a pillow. "What do those midwives know, huh? They have to be lying when they tell me I can't be with my own wife when she's at her most beautiful! I'm telling you right now: they're lying!"

"I'm sorry, Will but I think I'll trust the women who've HAD children," she laughed sitting beside him, her hand running down his back. "Odette's had three and Marietta was pregnant with her own FOURTH bundle of joy. If they tell me I can't make love in my last month of pregnancy, then I won't." Will looked up at her, almost begging with his eyes causing her laughter to increase in volume. "... EVEN if my husband is buttering me up with false beauty compliments and using tricks my dog employs to get treats."

"Fine," Will sighed in defeat. He leaned to the back of the chair and pulled onto his wife until she sat in the most comfortable and closest position he could get her in: with him lying back and Patricia sitting between his legs, leaning into him carefully.

"This is fine by us though... right?" Patricia replied, uncertainly.

Truth be told, ever since her fifth month of pregnancy, she was beginning to feel more and more insecure around Will. Her growing stomach was making her feel fat and large and a bit like the whales she'd seen off the boat on their trip back to the Caribbean. She knew that her body couldn't handle the exertion of making love with Will. And there WAS a lot of exertion of energy when it came to making love with her husband sometimes... she thought slyly, running a hand up his arm. She knew that this state was only temporary and that the post-partum release of all that energy would be particularly explosive but the fear that he'd leave her for one of the more beautiful, slender, attractive and capable women still stewed in back of her mind.

"It's perfect, Tricia," Will whispered into her ear. His hand ran down her arm, intertwining his fingers with hers from the back of her hand, smiling at the warmth the simple gold bands he had made emitted when they touched. "It wasn't false compliments, though... What I said earlier? For some strange reason... the larger this becomes..." He took their left hands and put them on her womb. "The more beautiful you seem to be to me..."

"Liar," she chuckled.

"I do not lie, my love..." Will replied. His lips planted small kisses on her cheeks slowly drawing closer to her lips. The effect was making her blood rush... She felt herself grow warmer and his hands were roaming again.

"Will, we can't..." she gasped.

"Okay, Odette said we can't make love, right?" Will asked, whispering into her neck.

"Yes..." Patricia sighed.

"As in I can't actually be inside you, because we might hurt little Will?" Will asked, grinning.

"Jack... little Jack," she murmured. He rolled his eyes quickly before setting himself up to task again.

"Well, how about we learn just how creative we can get, eh love?" Will smiled as she saw her eyes daze at the prospect of being with her husband again.

Patricia looked up at Will as she put away the forgotten cards and games they were playing with before. He was splayed over the sofa, a lopsided grin on his face.

"Can't you help any?" Patricia asked, throwing a chess piece at her husband's head.

"No, thank you," Will grinned. "I'd rather just watch."

"Lazy!" She threw a rook at his head and it bounced to the floor.

"Hey! You can hurt someone like that you know!" Will cried out, standing up and lunging at Patricia.

"Whatever you say," she laughed, stepping away. Will's evil smile began to grow as he began to stalk Patricia around their living room when a knock from the front door ruined their playful moods. She was about to go to the door when Will grabbed her dress and pulled her away.

"Leave it," Will said softly, kissing her again but the bell rung again.

"In a bit… It's probably someone who'll leave if I ask them to…" she murmured, reluctantly stepping to the door again. She opened the door with a smile and a boy, their helper and escort for the trip, looked up at her.

"The cap'n says he sees the land just some miles off starboard, ma'am," Frances announced. "He says to be readying your things for going ashore."

"Thank you." She closed the door again and grinned at Will. "We're in the Caribbean again!" Patricia ran to the windows to the right of the ship and true enough, she saw the faint line of land on the horizon. "Hopefully, we're not wanted criminals, eh?"