"I'm so sorry James," I said to my brother as he and Governor Swann leaned Cuter (who was still unconscious) on their shoulders, and drug him back to our carriage so we could go home, "I'm quiet sorry that we have to leave so soon, but I do need to get dear Cutler into some more comfortable clothes and into bed."
After the two men had Cutler ready in the carriage, James turned to me and said, putting a hand on my shoulder, "It's quiet alright, Heather. No one wanted this to happen. I hope he wakes up soon." As He and the governor were heading back to the fort, I stopped James, and said, "Cutler, the baby, and I all send our best wishes with your proposal." James put a hand on my stomach. "Thank-you, Heather. And all of Port Royal congratulates you and Cutler both."
After Cutler and I arrived home, I immediately received help getting Cutler up to our room. The maids wanted to help with his undressing and bandaging, but I, wanting to help my dearest all that I could, politely said no.
After the maids had left, I got a large pot of water, bandages, soap, rags, and towels. I had the cook heat the pot of water up, and while she did, I proceeded to pick out Cutler's change of clothes.
I picked out a pair of baggy pants and a night shirt that he sometimes slept in. I pulled his wig off, and then lifted shirt off his back carefully, and then un-did all the buttons on his vest and undershirt. I put the cool night-shirt on over his lukewarm skin, and laid him back down. I pulled off his trousers, careful not to disturb him. I put the pair of pants that I had picked out for him on over his bare legs.
After I had dressed him, I slowly pushed him towards the middle of our bed. When he was there, I lifted his head, and put two feathery pillows under it. I pulled my hand back slowly, and as I did, I noticed that blood was trickling down the side of his head. I remembered that Cook had brought up the basin of hot water back up, I just forgot where she had put it.
"Where is that basin of water?" I asked myself quietly. "Not over here," I said, checking to the left, "not over there..." I checked to the right. I thought for a moment. Then I remembered the bathroom! I went into our bathroom; I grabbed the basin full of warm water, and carefully went back to where Cutler lay, careful not to burn Cutler, or myself.
I grabbed the bandages, rags, and towels; and proceeded to clean the cuts that my husband had received. I dipped the rags in the hot water, and used them and the soap to clean off his cut, and then wrapped his fore-head in clean white bandages.
I cleaned up where I had been, and looked at my husband, who was sleeping underneath our woolen blue covers. With his brownish blonde hair falling over his bandage, I couldn't help but smile at how cute he looked.
I sat down by our large balcony, and started to make a white baby blanket. I planned for it to have Cutler's and my initials, which would be C.M.B (for Cutler Matthew Beckett) and H.N.N.B (for Heather Nicole Norrington Beckett) embroidered in blue letters.
After I sat there for about thirty minuets, I heard a knock at the door. I got up and answered it, and saw that it was James and Felicity.
"Oh, do come in!" I said quietly, leading them in. They came in, and looked over at Cutler, who was still unconscious. "How ever is he?" Felicity asked.
"Good, he seems to just be dozing now," I said calmly. "I un-dressed, and re-dressed him, and then put the bandages on."
James looked rather uncomfortable at the thought of me un-dressing, and re-dressing Cutler. "Heather," he choked, "I don't think that is rather appropriate to say around our 8 year old sister."
"I'm sorry Felicity, Commodore," I said, smiling up at my brother.
Felicity took my hand, and sat me down in a nearby chair. "So," she said, smiling our mothers smile, "you are going to have a baby?" I smiled and nodded. Felicity jumped up and down, her pitch black hair jumping as much as she did. "Is it a boy or a girl?" She asked. I smiled. "We don't know yet, sweetie. We need to wait until the baby's born to find out." There was a silence. "Ugh… Felicity, would you leave James and I to talk alone for a few second?" Felicity nodded, and exited the room.
"So, James," I said, looking at him with my hazel eyes, "How did your proposal with Ms. Swann go?" James looked down, and said, "She hasn't given a definite answer yet. After I asked her, she passed out from loss of oxygen."
"I saw that she was panting today at the ceremony. No doubt from that dreaded corset."
"Yes. She dropped into the water, and was 'rescued' by CAPTAIN Jack Sparrow, and then was almost killed by him."
"Did you catch him?"
"Mr. Brown, the blacksmith did."
"I see. Well, that was quite the proposal, James!"
James laughed slightly. "Indeed it was." After he said that, we heard a soft, "Ugh," behind us, and turned to notice that Cutler was starting to wake up. "I had best be going," James said, heading towards the door. "Do have a nice day, James." He waved, and then closed the door.
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