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Chapter 19

I woke up groggily, feeling something cold and wet repeatedly dab at my forehead. I opened my eyes and came face to face with Oliver.

He had bags under his eyes, along with dark circles underneath them; I noticed his face was also tear streaked, he looked like he hadn't slept in days. His shirt had blood on it but he seemingly didn't care about it.

"Ol…Oliver?" I asked, raising my hand to stroke his face. Oliver immediately put down the cloth in his hands and grabbed my hand. He put it to his face and let it rub his cheek.

"Lily" he whispered happily. "Are you ok darlin'?" he asked me "you've been unconscious for quite a while" he said.

"I'm not sure" I replied truthfully, "I think I'm ok…the baby?" I asked fearfully, I don't think I could cope with loosing a child.

"it's fine, I'm sure of it, you haven't miscarried, but there was only do much I could do without making it obvious to Jack" Oliver explained, he had a confused look on his face, as if he was checking over in his mind whether or not he could have done more.

"Whatever you did, I'm sure you did it splendidly" I said reassuringly, I stroked his cheek and smiled at him.

"Thanks Lily" Oliver said, he put his hand on my abdomen, feeling the bump that had shown over time.

"Our child will have the best mother in the world" Oliver stated, I smiled and closed my eyes for a moment, savouring the moment and keeping it locked in my memory forever. I opened my eyes to find Oliver leaning over me, looking terribly worried.

"Oliver what are you doing?" I asked, biting back the urge to laugh.

"Oh, sorry, I thought you were slipping away again" he replied, sitting back down again.

"Our baby is the luckiest child in the world to have you as a father Oliver Watson" I said, Oliver smiled at me, he stood up and made his way towards the door, I furrowed my eyebrows, not sure of what he was doing. He turned around to me as he opened the door.

"Can I get you anything?" he asked, smiling at me

"No thank you, I think I'll get myself sorted, I have to get up at sometime" I replied

"Aye, I think I better do the same" he said, motioning to his face and his shirt.

"That's my blood isn't it?" I asked worriedly, "You're not hurt are ye?"

"No, it's all yours" Oliver said before smiling at me one more time and exiting the room.

"Right" I whispered to myself, I dragged my legs round in the bed and removed the covers from my body. I removed the bandages to check the wounds I had received earlier. I noticed they had been cleaned up, remembering my very painful experiences with rum and my wounds; I was pleased I was asleep for it. I placed the bandages back round my arms and my hand and stood up.

I went over to the mirror stood on the chest of drawers, in the corner of the room. It was only then I noticed I was in my room on the Pearl. I took off my clothes and opened the doors of my closet, looking at the familiar shirts and trousers. I fingered the corsets, which were folded up in the corner of the closet, I wished I could put one on, but I couldn't due to the baby. I longed to be known and feared yet again, I must say it had its advantages over the years.

Pulling out the clothes I wanted, I walked over to the bed and put the clothes on, smoothing them down. My hand rested on my abdomen and I realised I hadn't told father about the baby. After some calculating, I figured that I was around one month pregnant.

I stepped out of the cabin and walked over to father, he was at his usual place at the helm.

"Luv" he said to me, "glad to see your awake" he said.

"Aye" I said, I felt my energy come back to me. I looked up at Dad, the same gleam in his eyes as he had before Clara came along, the familiar beads rattling in his hair, fixed in place with the red bandanna tied around his head. His coat was billowing behind him in the wind.

I remembered Clara, her piercing, cold green eyes, her ridiculously low red dress that she wore when she wanted to annoy me, her fake toothy smiles, and her seductive attitude towards father whenever I was around. Boy that sure did annoy me! I remember he face when she was killed, shocked, pained, and weak. I had to admit it was rather satisfying to watch that woman die, knowing that this was the woman who had done so much to ruin my life, and father's. I remember looking up to see father stood behind Clara, her blood on his sword, it was he who had killed her, he who had loved her so much and been blinded by her actions but had come through for us in the end and saw her for what she really was. Just another revenge crazed pirate out to get us.

"Dad, thanks" I said, looking up at Dad, I could tell by the way he was looking at me that he knew what I meant.

"Don't mention it" he said, "she got was coming to her and it was either her or you to die, I chose her" he continued, a smile coming over his face to show he didn't regret it.

"I know" I replied, I suddenly remembered why I was out hear and speaking to him specifically in the first place. The baby.

"I have something to tell you Dad" I said.

"What'd that be luv?" he asked, his eyes scanning the horizon as he waited for me to continue. I looked down at my boots, suddenly overcome by nervousness and uncertainty

"I…me and Oliver that is…we…I…I'm with child Da'" I said, I looked up at him; his facial expression was not what I expected. He looked shocked, breathless.

"Da?" I asked. I stepped up to him, holding his arm. "Dad say something" I pleaded, I was getting nervous.

"Pregnant" he said, his voice was slightly shaky. "You know what this… means?" he asked me in a husky, soft whisper.

"That I'll be throwing up in the mornings, getting bigger, getting back ache, not being able to drink any rum…?" I asked, counting off the points on my fingers.

"No, no not that" Dad said, slightly raising his voice.

"Then what!" I asked, getting frustrated.

"I'm…I'm going to be a…a…a granddad" Dad said breathlessly, "I'm going to be a grandfather" he repeated.

"Yes" I said, not entirely understanding his point.

"But…but only old men have grandchildren" he gasped, he looked at me quickly, his eyes gazing into my own.

"Am I old?" he asked accusingly.

"No! No of course your not old Dad" I said, a giggle escaped from my lips. "I just got pregnant slightly earlier than most girls" I explained. Well, it was true, to an extent. I was only eighteen, most girls got pregnant around nineteen, twenty years of age, settling down into marital life before they were expecting.

"I'm not old" Dad said, a grin coming up on his face.

"No your not" I said, pulling him into a hug. I could only imagine what I would feel like when my child told me that they were having a baby, whether it be a girl or a boy.

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