Last Hope Part Deux

Disclaimer: Don't own them never will.

Author's note: What will Jack do, how will his son help.

Without hesitation he showed them up to her room and began to walk away.

"Gents you stay here I need sometime alone with her."

"Oh, and Jack be quiet Jack's asleep."

He hadn't even though about the child, now he had his answer.

"Mister Swann, I need your cleanest knife."

"Why?"

"Don't ask, just do."

After he had the knife in his sash, Jack made his way in. She was pale and sweating, with matted hair that probably had not been washed in days but she was still beautiful.

"Lizzie, love wake up. I need you to wake up."

She didn't the nurse then informed him she had not woken up in two days. So trying to be polite he asked the nurse to leave. Slowly he made his way to his sons sleeping form, he was turning into the spitting image of Jack. As he picked him up the boy nuzzled to his chest he had not forgotten the smell of his father.

"This is going to hurt."

He put a cut on the boy's palm the same place Elizabeth, Will, and he had. The child never shed a tear, Jack slowly dripped three drops in a glass and using the leather around his wrist he bandaged Jack's hand and put him back in his cradle. Mixing the blood with water he lifted her head and made her drink. She slept for another hour before awaking to mild contractions and Jack's face. She stared at him for a while he had more lines on his face he must have been drinking for the past six months constantly.

"Jack, do you really hate me?"

"Love, I could never hate you, but I am afraid you could hate me."

"NEEVERRR."

She was having contractions the bay was fine now but still wanted out.

"Come on lets do this again." Just then Weatherby came in he had heard her scream and Jack told him to stay up at her head and keep her calm this could be a bumpy ride. After fifteen hours of labor Jack held his daughter in his hands, once again wrapped in his shirt, he handed her to Elizabeth.

"You did good Lizzie, she's beautiful just like her mother."

"Yes Chloe is beautiful."

"Get some rest, I'll clean her up and where are Jacks bottles."

Elizabeth woke the next day around noon and Jack was no where to be seen. She also found Chloe there, but little Jack was gone. So for the next week she took care of Chloe and cried, he had left her again and taken their son. But then a knock on the Governor's door changed everything.

"Sir I need to talk to you."

As they sat in the parlor Jack felt like a young child asking to be a pirate again.

"I know I am not your favorite person, and knocking your daughter up twice without a ring on her finger and dropping her off here didn't help. But I want you to know I will never do that again, the dropping off part, can't promise about the other part, cause she has this on move, sorry never mind, just remember that."

At that note Jack walked up stairs and went in her room she was sitting on the side of her bed crying.

"Don't cry love."

"Jack!"

Then he did something no one ever thought Jack Sparrow would do he got down on one knee and spoke eight words that only he could make mean the world.

"Lizzie will you help me steer me ship?" and placed a gold band with a black pearl on top on her finger.

"Yes."

"Now I don't mean marriage, but this as close as I will come to it."

"I don't care come here."

As he approached her she wrapped her arms around him and he did something he had wanted to do for six months, he kissed. Just a gentle, we don't have to do this kiss. But to her it seemed like a I want you more than ever kiss. With her lips never leaving his she slid off his jacket and placed his hat gently on the nightstand. As he moved to her neck he began to unbutton her dress and she began to moan.

"Jack, don't stop. I need you."

So to return the favor he slid her dress down and took a step back to see that she still dressed like a pirate under her clothes, nothing but ivory skin for him to stare at.

"My god, your gorgeous."

"Enough with the compliments, it's your turn."

"Not yet."

She began to get a confused look on her face, but hen pleasure took over. Jack started at her jaw line then burnt a trail down her neck with his tongue before stopping to devour each breast, slowly he began to suck, nibble and run his tongue over her nipples, sending her almost insane. Then he made his way to her womanhood and began to devour her as she began to scream she dug her nails through his salty hair. As she climaxed he spoke.

"Now, its my turn."

As she undressed him her tongue went everywhere the clothing left stopping briefly to nibble at his tip, only enough though to make him want her more.

"Now or never, love."

As he picked her up the side of her buttocks rubbed against his hard cock sending a wave of ecstasy through his body. He gently placed her on the bed they had six months and one baby to make up for. Slowly starting at her toes he kissed her all the way up to her mouth, but before he entered her he whispered in her ear.

"I just want you to know, I didn't sleep with anyone after you."

Then he entered her and she flipped to the top she wanted to be in control.

"Captain permission to steer."

"Permission granted."

Slowly she rocked back and forth as he dug his nails in to her back then as she laid down on him and continued to grind him he went to wrok on her neck making her scream his name. As he felt himself explode in her she rode him out to reach her own climax sending shots of pleasure and pain through his body. After they both stopped shaking they slid into their clothes and she threw her hair up not aware of the mark Jack had left on her neck. Grabbing the baby from her cradle they made their way downstairs to say goodbye to her father. As they turned to walk away Weatherby Swann caught a glimpse of her neck.

"At least he makes her happy."