Okay, I realize that Mother's Day wasn't a holiday until WAYYYY after POTC era, but you know what? This is fanfiction, and I'm going to do whatever the heck I want, even change history if I have to. XD

This is dedicated to my mommy, because I love her soooo much (even though she'll never read this... closeted fanfic writer here...). And to all you mothers out there, we may not say it enough, but we appreciate you! :D


King

Will put a finger up to his lips as he quietly opened the door, balancing his small daughter Abby in one arm and a plate of hot breakfast in the other. Even with three hours a day of practicing sword fighting, a task like that would have presented a challenge for him years ago. But after adjusting quite well to family life, anything was possible, even managing to put his finger to his lips while carrying food and a three year old girl and opening the door.

Abby squirmed in her father's arms as the door widened to expose her mother, still sleeping in bed. With all her might, she pulled on his strong arm and he let go, freeing her to run unsteadily to the side of the bed. Will gave a little chuckle as she struggled to pull herself onto the mattress, which was a little taller than her. He set the plate of food on the dresser and picked Abby up to place her next to Elizabeth's sleeping form. Their oldest, Liam, went to the other side of the bed and placed the vase of flowers he had picked this morning on the nightstand. Smiling down at his family gathered around the bed, he bent over to place a soft kiss on his wife's lips.

"Mmm," she sleepily stirred, slowly opening her eyes. "Good morning."

"Happy Mother's Day!" Abby squealed in her adorable little voice as she dived into her mother's arms. Elizabeth laughed and ran her fingers through Abby's wispy brown hair.

"Happy Mother's Day, Mum," Liam said, kissing her on the head. Even though he was a teenager, he knew he would always be his mother's boy. "I picked you flowers." Elizabeth looked at the nightstand.

"Oh, they're beautiful, Liam. Thank you," Liam smiled and sat down on the edge of the bed.

"I brought you breakfast, love," Will murmured softly, bringing the plate over to her.

"Papa said you were queen for the day, Mama!" Abby chirped, moving over to give Elizabeth room to eat her breakfast in bed. Elizabeth smiled and kissed her cheek.

"Aww, that was sweet of him," she looked up at her husband, who was wearing a small smile and had a twinkle in his eye. "But I thought I was already King?" Will laughed and shook his head.

"King of the pirates doesn't count, Elizabeth," he joked. "You do more serving them than they do you. No, today Abby, Liam, and I will do whatever you ask us to, and you can lie in bed as long as you like." Elizabeth grinned happily at that thought. "Eat your breakfast before it gets cold though."

"Do you need anything?" Liam asked. Elizabeth shook her head, taking a bite of her toast.

"No, I'm okay for now." Liam stood up and carried his little sister out of the room, giving his parents some time alone. Will moved from where he was standing near the dresser to lie on the bed, propping up a pillow as a headrest. Placing a hand around her waist, he dipped his head in to kiss her neck. She put her fork on the plate, nuzzling her face into his dark brown locks, breathing in the musky scent that was her William.

"Are you sure you don't need anything?" Will whispered, trailing up her jaw line to finally capture her lips. Elizabeth sighed into his kiss.

"All I need is for you to stay where you are." Will chuckled as he rested his head against her thin shoulder.

"Now that I will do," he said, and taking her free hand in his, whispered endearments in her ear and left soft kisses on her face to show how much he loved and appreciated her.