A/N im on a roll with updating at the moment so rock on! Please review, and hope you have a good xmas. xxxx

Ana sighed as she looked out of the window of her and her 'husbands' room. She looked around the room, and felt like she wanted to cry. It had been three weeks since she woke up after her 'fall', and she still couldn't remember anything to do with her previous life. For some reason she was never aloud out of the house, she had Amber on watch of her almost 24 hours a day. She felt restless and couldn't understand why. Flopping onto the bed, she stared out of the window to the sea and felt a longing to be out there that she couldn't understand. Getting lost in her thoughts, she went back to the dream she'd had the night before while James was next to her asleep.

It had been weird. She was there as was a man with long dreadlocks, plaits and basically knots, as well as a little girl smiling at their feet. The dream had been vague to her; really all she could remember was that as well as the fact she was on a ship that felt very familiar to her.

The door clicked open, and someone placed their hand on Ana Marias shoulder making her jump. Butterflies set in her stomach as she looked around. Her thoughts had taken her elsewhere, so she half expected the man in her dream to be the one placing his hand on her shoulder. Much to her surprise, disappointment took over as she looked at James.

"My love the doctor is here to see you." Ana frowned, why would she need a doctor?

"Doctor? Because of my fall? Because I can't remember anything?" James smiled a fake smile, and shook his head.

"No Maria, I mean about our unborn child."

"Why is something wrong with it?" James groaned in frustration as his 'wife' didn't get to grips with what he was saying.

"Maria, you're about 3 months gone, he has just come to check everything is alright at this early stage. That the child's heart is still beating after that dreadful fall."

"Oh." Shortly after the doctor entered the room, followed by Amber who, had for the first time since Anamaria's 'fall' left her alone for about an hour.

The doctor was first to speak, breaking the silence in the room.

"Mr. Chile, I think it would be best if you left now." James didn't look to please at that comment, but turned to Ana and told her he would be back later, before leaving the room.

The doctor whose name was Harding, walked over to her, asking her to lie on the bed. He lifted her blouse up as far as her breasts careful not to uncover them, and started feeling about her belly. Much to Anamaria's surprised she was very uncomfortable with what he was doing, and it was made worse with Amber staring at her stomach.

"Mrs. Chile, May I ask how you got this" The doctor pointed to the scar that went across her stomach from when they had released Cathy from her curse at her old home town. "And these." He then pointed to the fading stretch marks she had acquired when she was carrying Amelia.

"I… I don't know. I can't remember. Why is it important? Will it harm my baby?" The doctor smiled and shook his head.

"No madam. You don't have another child do you?"

"Not that I know of sir."

"Are you sure? What am I saying of course you would be sure? Right well… everything seems fine with babe for now. Heart beat is good and strong and the bump seems to be forming nicely so that shows good signs. Any problems don't hesitate to come and get me."

"Thank you Doctor Harding."

"Good day Mrs. Chile, miss Chile." The doctor nodded towards Amber who had gone very silent and very still. She managed a slight nod back, before going back to being completely still.

About 5 minuets after the doctor had left Anamaria's got bored of staring at Amber and finally asked her what was wrong. When Amber shook her head and left the room in a hurry, Anamaria just shook her head and shrugged her shoulders, before going to stand on her balcony.

Jack was standing at the helm, his daughter asleep on his shoulder after having another tantrum. She was finding it hard to come to terms with not seeing her mother, which made it harder on Jack as he didn't know how to make her pain go away.

Cathy was doing her best to help, but the little girl just pushed her away, hating her simply because she was not the woman she so badly wanted. The only person Amelia was happy to be with was her father, and that was putting added strain onto Jack who as well as having to deal with grief of his own, had his daughter with him 24/7 and still had to be captain of a large ship that had recently lost its first mate.

Gibbs had taken over Anamaria's role as first mate, to begin with as a temporary position but it was becoming more and more permanent as the days went by. He had begun by only doing the small jobs without being asked, but as Amelia grew more dependant he had taken over more responsibility along with Will.

Every night since the incident, Jack hadn't been able to sleep. And if he did manage it, then it would be broken by the sound of crying coming from his baby's room. She had begun doing it loudly, obviously wanting comfort, but recently trying to be quiet as if not to let her father know she was still hurting inside, although it was more then obvious on the outside. She often ended up in bed with jack, curled up beside him, holding onto his body as though her life depended. Although in a way, that was a comfort to Jack. To have his daughter still beside him, giving him reason to go on living. Without out her, he wasn't sure what would have happened to him by now.

Looking up to her father, Millie gave him a cheeky grin.

"What ye after?" She giggled as she gazed up at him.

"When can we go swimmin'?"

"Swimming? You don't know how to swim darling, and I don't want ye drowning on me."

"I want t' know how t' swim." Jack studied her face for a moment, before taking a risk at suggesting something he wasn't sure how she would react to.

"How about, since daddy is a very busy man, next time we have stopped at a port, Aunty Cathy tries to teach you to swim?" a number of simple emotion's crossed Amelia's face as she tried to process what her father had said to her. Her face didn't look to hopeful so Jack was getting ready for another let down.

"Ok." Jack's eyes almost popped out of his head at his little girl's response.

"Ok?"

"As long as she doesn't tink she's my mummy."

"of course she wouldn't. no one will take over from your mummy ok. You understand that don't you?" Amelia nodded, and jack smiled before lifting her out of his bed, and gently pushing her towards her own room, motioning for her to get into her own bed.

That night he slept without being woken by crying for the first time in 2 months… but that wasn't to say he slept well…