"Harry, I'm not sure about this," Placidia stated for hundredth time that morning.
"Why not?" he asked for the hundredth time that morning.
Placidia paced back and forth in front of their bed. She was wearing his old Isle sweatshirt for pajamas. It was baggy and long on her and he was trying not to appreciate her bare, toned, tan legs too much because she was still upset.
He yawned and finally made himself sit up, rubbing his eyes.
"It's just…" She tore her fingers through her long, wavy, ginger hair. It had grown down to her hips in the past few years. She turned to him and sighed. "Harry, I'm going to be a terrible mother. I just know it."
"Dia, you'll make a perfect mother, just stop worrying already," Harry told her. "You're stress is gonna wear ye out."
"Exactly!" she exclaimed. "I'm already failing! Did you know I'm the only one like me alive?"
"Yes, I know that very well," Harry smiled at her.
"No! I mean the only half-pixie human thing! Who knows what that could make our baby."
Harry hauled himself out of bed and caught Placidia in his arms. "If it makes ye feel any better, yer my half-fairy human thing."
"Harry," Placidia groaned. "What if we don't do this right? This is…" she made a noise of frustration. "This is the biggest thing we've done."
"The biggest?" Harry took her face in his hands. "Placidia, I think we've almost died way too many times for this to be the biggest yet."
"It is though," Placidia insisted. "All we've done before is fight. Harry, this isn't fighting, this is - this is the opposite of fighting."
"Dia, ye need to relax. Ye still got eight more months to go."
Placidia paled. "By the Second Star, you're right. Oh, gods, when are we going to tell my parents? How are we going to tell my parents? Gods, what about your sisters? Do you even want to tell them? Or Trevor. Phoebe! She'd kill me if she wasn't the first to know. Harry-"
"Placidia," Harry groaned tiredly and pulled her closer so he could bury his face in her hair. "Luv, we're goin' to be fine. You are the most feisty, persistent, determined, and frustratingly insistent woman I know. You will make the perfect mother. An' ye'll do it even better if ye're not up and worrying so early in the morning. Dia, it's not even six."
"Better I worry now than later when it will actually hurt us, pirate," Placidia said into his chest.
Harry sighed and pulled back to take Placidia's face in his hands. "Fine, then. Here's what I think. We'll tell lots'a people we know when you start gettn' know'n'look'n. If ye want, I'd tell Harriet, not CJ. We should let yer brother tell yer parents. Preferably when I'm not in the room, or on the island'd be better.
"And bein' a mum should be easy. Ye just gotta git to know him."
"Him?" Placidia asked incredulously. Then she frowned. "What do you mean get to know her?"
Harry snickered at her just a little then made sure she looked him in the eyes. "Talk to him. Singin's best. My mum always sang to me. Well, ye know, 'til she-"
Placidia quickly reached her thin fingers to his lips to stop him. "I'm not much for singing," she interrupted softly.
"Lies," Harry mumbled around her fingers and she moved her hand to his cheek. "Ye almost sing good as mum. Just sing anythin'."
"Like what?"
Harry rolled his eyes and tugged lightly on her slightly pointed ears. "Somethin' from Neverland. I want him to be like you. I ain't singin' my father's cursn' shanties."
"He'll be like you," Placidia told him. "This world doesn't need another royal prince."
"Doesn't need a villain, either."
Placidia shook her head and brushed her thumb across his cheekbone. "You're not a villain," she whispered.
"Sing to him," Harry said.
"Now?"
"Get him to know you early on. I want him to love his mother like I do. And he'll wonder what he ever did to be born by a pirate and still deserve you."
Placidia smirked as blush filled her cheeks. "Where do you get this stuff? Five Decades of Cheesy Romantic Lines for Your Wife?"
Harry chuckled. "Sing," he insisted.
Placidia rolled her eyes. "The second star to the right
Shines in the night for you
To tell you that the dreams you plan
Really can come true
The second star to the right
Shines with a light so rare
And if it's Never Land you need
It's light will lead you there
Twinkle, twinkle little star
So we'll know where you are
Gleaming in the skies above
Lead us to the love we dream of
And when our journey is through
Each time we say 'Goodnight'
We'll thank the little star that shines
The second from the right."
"Perfect," Harry told her. "See, now he knows yer voice, luv."
Placidia laughed with bells. Then she pulled his head down so she could kiss him.
Suddenly she pulled away. "Harry?"
"Yes, luv?"
"Why aren't you wearing any clothes?"
"I was too tired to put any on after I showered."
Placidia sighed. "What am I supposed to do with you, rascal?"
Harry leaned down so he could kiss her again, harder, more insistent. "I don't know but if ye don't come back to bed until at least seven, I'm considerin' divorce."
"You better not, or Dad really will kill you."
"Yeah, an' I'd be takin' our boy."
Placidia raised an eyebrow. "What makes you say you can beat me at that, pirate?"
Harry grinned. "'Cause yer already on my side, luv."
"About what?" she placed her hands on her hips.
"Why, the child will be a boy, of course."
Placidia blinked at him while she realized that she had been referring to their child as a boy as well. She stuck her tongue out at him. "Believe what you will. I'm having a daughter."
"Bed, Dia. It's early."
…
"Harry…"
"Yes, luv?"
"I'm still not sure abou-"
"Dia, shut up an' go t' sleep."
