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This chapter is set eight months later than the last, just to clear things up before you begin to read it and get confused, there will be one more chapter after this and then I'll see where this story is going and whether to continue it or not, then get started on the third instalment of the Lily Sparrow stories. I already have an idea of what is going to happen so it shouldn't take that long to get it uploaded.

Chapter 20

The next few months were uneventful and long. I grew bigger every month much to Oliver's horror – he couldn't cuddle me properly. The novelty of being pregnant had worn off and I couldn't wait to get the baby out of me. I had learnt a lot about babies and pregnancies by talking to Elizabeth, the only thing that fazed me was the labour. I was told that it was the most immense pain that was known to man, that was Elizabeth's opinion of course, but I still believed her. I have always been scared of feeling pain and hurting, being in pain would send me into hysterics or make me want to die, much like the experience with Clara a few months ago. It was safe to say that I, Lily Sparrow, was scared of giving birth.

I couldn't work properly since the bump on my stomach got in my way, plus the fact that Oliver, Father and even Will wouldn't let me. One time I had tried to help Anamaria but they literally dragged me back into the cabin where Elizabeth and the twins were.

Lily and Jack had grown up so much over the past few months, they were now a year old and their vocabulary had increased dramatically. They could both say 'The Black Pearl' and 'Captain Jack Spawwo' Dad was pleased for the most part but I often caught him with the twins in his lap repeating 'Spa-row' over and over again, the twins just gave him a look that said 'you're mad' and then they would toddle off to find Elizabeth, Will, me or Oliver to tell them that 'Uncle Jack' was talking funny again.

This particular day was the usual warm sunny day in the Caribbean, the ocean was calm and clear, the sky had not one cloud in it and everyone was in high spirits. I had been getting twinges every now and again but Elizabeth said it was just pre-labour pains; just my body getting ready to give birth since I was so close, nothing to worry about.

I was stood at the rail of the Pearl, watching the sun set and covering the sky with the most brilliant reds, pinks, yellows, oranges and purples. I loved this scene and if I was skilled at painting and drawing, I would have painted this scene a thousand times over.

I felt a sharp pain in my stomach but I paid it no attention, it was normal to me, but it sure did hurt like hell.

"You ok Lily?" came a voice from behind me, I turned to see it was Will.

"Yeah I'm fine" I said through clenched teeth. My grip on the rail tightened and Will came over and held my arm, concerned for my wellbeing.

"Lily?" he asked unsurely. The pain only got worse and it was excruciating.

"Will" I gasped, hoping he could help me somehow.

"You're not due for another week Lily, don't do this to me now" he said, almost humouredly.

"It's just pre-labour pains, like Elizabeth said" I replied, grapping onto Will's shirt tightly and leaning over, nearly dragging Will down with me.

"I presume it's just because the baby is nearly due that its worse" I said, Will nodded in understanding. Just as another bolt of pain swept through me, I fell to my knees, clutching my stomach. Will dropped onto the floor with me and helped me up. As I stood up straight the pain came to an end like it always did.

"Better?" Will asked me as he straightened out his shirt. I took a deep breathe, then sighed, happy that it was over, for now.

"Much better" I said. Excusing myself from Will, I went in search for Elizabeth, who would be able to tell me what just happened back there. I searched the cabins but didn't find Elizabeth or any sign of her there. Just when I ran out of places to look, I remembered. The hold.

I walked steadily down the stairs, careful not to fall, and made my way to the hold. I opened the door and searched the room. Sure enough, I found Elizabeth, she was sitting on one of the crates, her eyes were closed and her long honey coloured hair was spread out along her shoulders. For a moment I thought she was asleep, but was proved otherwise when Elizabeth opened one eye, looking round the room and finally stopped when her gaze met mine. She opened the other eye and smiled.

"You found me" she said, still smiling, she motioned for me to sit next to her so I did. I wanted to pull my legs up to my chest but I couldn't because of the bump. When I found out I was pregnant I had no idea that there would be so many restrictions about what I could and couldn't do, what I could and couldn't eat or drink, I'll be glad when all this over and I can hold my baby, instead of watching my stomach expand when the baby grows.

"I ought to have known I could find ye here before I looked in all the cabins" I said. Elizabeth just smiled at me.

"What's troubling you?" she asked, I furrowed my eyebrows, wondering why people always seemed to be able to read my mind.

"Pre-labour pains" I said, Elizabeth nodded showing she understood me.

"Aye" she started, then her smile dropped to frown, her eyes darting back and forth quickly, as if she was thinking something over "did it hurt worse than all of the others?" she asked me, her eyes looking into my own, her brown eyes full of question.

"Yes" I said, not following where this was going.

"It's coming" Elizabeth said plainly "once you get the 'big' pre-labour pain that's it, you're going to have this baby today Lily" Elizabeth explained.

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For the remainder of the night I stood on the deck, pacing back and forth waiting for my body to be taken over with pain. I didn't want it to happen but it had to. Everybody kept coming over to me and asking if I was ok, I hadn't told them what Elizabeth had told me, I didn't want them fussing over me like I was made of glass, so I told them I was fine and went about with what I was doing.

I was growing more and more nervous by the minute. Even as a child I had heard of women dying during childbirth and I'm sure that my grandmother, Dad's mother had died while trying to give birth to his brother, unfortunately my uncle never even made it to his first breathe.

Then it came.

It felt worse than a cannon ball being shot straight through me, a wave of the most immense pain I had ever felt. I gasped and ran to my room, not sure of what to do. I called for Elizabeth but no sound escaped my lips. My heart skipped a beat at the thought of going through this on my own. Could cope with battles against other ships, blood-thirsty pirates coming at me from all angles, perverted drunken men ogling at me in the seediest taverns in Tortuga, but not this, not alone at any rate.

Please review! I know, I know, there was a lack of Oliver, Jack and the rest of the crew in this chapter but I needed to get it out of the way, I promise the others will be in the next chapter