In our tired states, we lay in each other's arms, examining one another with affection. I love his long curly hair, swept into a small ponytail. I loved how his eyes held warmth for me and no one else, but most of all, I loved his chin. His handsome chin that could be cold or gentle, giving affection to those that deserved it. He soon fell asleep, but I lay awake, a cold realization hovering over me. Lord Beckett.
I could be gazing at Lord Beckett right now had not this man come to rescue me. I could be only a tool and prize for that man and let him use me over and over until I succeeded many times by bearing children and being beautiful. But James could care less if I gave him a male heir or was the most beautiful thing desired. He only cared that I loved him and that I chose to lay with him and no other.
"What are you thinking about?" He asked, waking up from his slumber the next morning.
I had already dressed and prepared myself for the day in a man's uniform, my form swamped in the soft material. I shook my head, my hair rolling down my back. "You…"
He laughed. "I'm glad that you can look so sweet while thinking about me. What about me were you thinking about?"
I sighed, deciding against the option of telling him I was thinking about what he has done for me. "What our son will look like…"
James stopped then, trying to understand my comment. His eyes rose quizzically, but dropped as I replied no. I couldn't be pregnant now, not even if I wanted to.
"I'm sure he will be as beautiful as his mother, with just a hint of his father in him. Stay here dear, I have to meet with Sparrow and devise a plan…much to my distaste." He put on his hat which was last to his uniform. It took him a while to find all of the pieces that were strewn about the floor, but he looked perfect no matter what. I nodded, turning back to my thoughts.