I woke up the next day, while Cutler was still beside me, sleeping peacefully. He had fallen asleep with his arm over my own, his breast brushing against my back.

I rested my hand on the side of my stomach, hoping that the twins had gotten sleep even after the eventful night their father and mother had. As I put my hand on my stomach, I hear Cutler moan. "Morning beautiful," he said sleepily. I turned over to him. "Good morning, sexy." I gave him a kiss, smiled at him.

"Did you still want to show me that letter, or do you want me to persuade you?"

I thought a little bit. "I'm listening," I said, hoping for more. He gave me a moist kiss. "Mmmmm... I'm listening, intently," I told him. I got up, put my robe on, and went into the bathroom to where my dress, the one that I thought I went into labor in, was laying. I brought the dress back into our bedroom, and dug in the pockets until I felt the paper against my fingers. I crawled back into bed, not bothering to cover myself, for now I felt hot. I opened the letter, and read it out loud.

Dear Heather,

I hope you, Lord Beckett, and the baby are all fine. I am, so far, and so is the rest of the crew. There has been no word from anyone that we met when we made port concerning Elizabeth, Rayanna, or dear Antoinette. I trust she told you about our betrothal. Funny, isn't it, how much people can change? The child versions of her and I would, without a doubt, gag if they heard that they were to marry in the future. I must be off, and I do wish to see the three of you soon.

Best wishes,

James

November 5, 1776

I finished and re-folded the letter "He has a point," I said, almost in a whisper. "About how much two people can change. If you and I, the childhood versions of us, were to find out about us getting married and later, pregnant, how would you react?"

Cutler thought for a second. "Well, I'd probably be very excited, because I got to live my dreams of marrying and starting a family with you, and I'd be even more excited to find out that you were the one to carry and help raise my children instead of some other woman."

I was crying for some reason. "Oh, darling! I'm glad that I'm carrying your children, and not some other mans! I would not want them to be anyone else's but yours."

We had just begun to kiss, when a maid knocked lightly on our door, but we were too busy kissing, that we did not hear, and did not reply. Since we did not reply, the maid figured that we were still asleep, and came in to give us our wake-up call. Only did we stop kissing when the maid, who was standing in front of our bed, coughed. We looked up at her, and blushed.

"Lord Beckett," The maid said quietly, "You're going to be late." With that, the maid scurried out to let us get up and get dressed. As soon as she shut the door, Cutler flung the covers off of him, and dashed into the bathroom. I delicately got up, and began dressing myself.

I was just beginning to put my hair up, when Cutler dashed out of the bathroom, and gave me a little peck on the lips.

"Bye you two!" He said hurriedly as he gave the twins a pat, and started to dash out the door. It was just then I realized that he had forgotten something important. "CUTLER!" I yelled for him as he walked down the hall. I went after him, carefully this time. I caught up to him just as he had headed out the door, and starting walking towards his office. "Cutler!" I yelled again, "You forgot something!!!" This time, he heard me, and walked back to me.

"What'd I forget?" He asked, again, hurriedly.

"Your clothes!" I tried not to blush. "You're only wearing your wig, underpants,and foot wear!"

He looked himself over, and then back up to me. "So I did," he said flatly. We noticed a couple walking up along the beach. We needed to think quickly! I got behind him, and grabbed the sides of my skirt, holding them out in front of him. "Take these," I said, "and cover yourself with them until we get back to our bedroom."

He did so, wrapping the sides of my skirt around himself like a towel. We were able to walk back into the mansion and into our bedroom, receiving odd looks from anyone we passed.

Finally, when we were in our bedroom, I kicked the door shut behind us, and he released my skirts. As he went over to the dresser and began picking out his clothes, I could contain myself no longer. I laughed my heart out. By the time that he turned to me to give me a glare, I was rolling around on our bed laughing.

"You find this funny?" Cutler asked me flatly.

"Extremely!" I said, reducing myself to giggles. I then sighed playfully. "Now if only you'd go to work like that everyday, I might be there with you more often!"

"You're never going to let me live this down, are you Heather?" Cutler asked as he put his pants on, and then started buttoning up his vest.

I thought for a second. "No, probably not."

"I thought so," he said as he pulled on his Jacket. "Well, I bid the perhaps only pregnant comedian and her children good-day."

"Good-bye, sweet cheeks!" I said as I slapped his bum playfully.

He gave me a dry kiss before saying, "And I thought you were mature when I married you."

I put my hands on my sore hips. "And I thought you were always going to remember to put your clothes on before you left for work!"

Cutler started down the hall again. "Apparently we didn't know each other all that well when we were married," He said, still walking. I stood there smiling to myself.