AN: Ok I'm keeping the rating the same. But if I continue to get complaints it will be bumped to M. Anyway here you go.

Trent's POV

The next morning I woke up before Gwen. I couldn't believe she's pregnant. This is my entire fault. I will work 24/7 until her and my baby are safely off this island. My soul shall not rest until that day.

I made the rescue fire and put up the brightest clothing we had. I tied them down near the sandy shore. Ok so it's only a few shirts and the white sails. But we need to get off this place. Then I begin to draw up a boat. If I can rebuild my motorcycle I can build a boat.

I walked to the waters edge and looked out. All I see is umm sea. No sign of land at all. I wonder if this isn't a deserted island, but a privet beach some where. Maybe on the other side of the island there is salvation. If I built the raft fast enough maybe I can go around the island and see if we can get help.

I turn back to beach to work on my plan and Gwen is sitting by it. I come near her and she looks at me.

"Is this the raft?" she asked.

"Yeah." I said before I explained my plans. Then she got up and walked into the hut. Then she came out w/ her sketch book and a few pencils.

"This should help." She said handing me her things.

"Gwen I can't. These are your. The sand works fine." I said adding to the sandy drawing.

"Just use them. I have more important things to do then sketch." She said. I kissed her cheek and went to the back where I started to sketch a design.

Gwen was sewing all day. More rescue me signs. She even used her natural paint to write out SOS and HELP. When she was done I helped her put them up. I couldn't keep my eyes off her stomach. Now it's flat as a board, but how about in a few months? I need to get at least her off this island before it's too late.

We where eating lunch and having light conversation. "So do you think the boat would be ready in 5 months?" she asked.

"Five months?" I echoed.

"That's when my belly will start to show. When I need to see a doctor. And all that stuff." She said.

"I can try. You will get off the island." I said.

"What about you?" she asked.

"If worst comes to worst….." I said. We argued for a good 15 minutes over that but I pretended to let her win. If a helicopter or boat of what ever comes and there is only room for one. I don't care if they need to drag her off, they will take her and I'll stay.

Gwen's POV

I had nothing to do now. Trent was working on the boat, the SOS's were up, and I had nothing to do. I took a quick glance at my stomach. What if I'm not? Maybe I'm just paranoid. But then again……..ugh this is so confusing. Well I hope we get off in time to find out. But what if we don't? I need to get things ready just in case.

I walked into the hut and got out my island made sewing kit, which is just sharp twigs and thing grass in thread form, and a few of Trent's shirts. Ok he never wears shirts anyway. And I only need 3. I'd use mine, but they wouldn't make good baby blankets.

I sat in the shade dismembering the 3 green clothing and then sewing them to make 3 blankets. Trent saw me sitting and came to me.

"What ya got there?" he asked sitting by me.

"Well I'm just taking precaution. If we can't get off in time and the baby is born here we'll need a few things." I said as I kept sewing the blackest.

"Yeah. Like someone to deliver the baby." He said worried. I didn't think about that. I am such an idiot.

"I guess you'll have to do that." I said not looking at him. I know he has a weak stomach, proven by the Brunch of Disgustingness, but if worst comes to worst.

"I don't know how. And wont it be all body and gross?" he asked turning pale.

"My older sister trained me to be her midwife before I left the island. She wanted a home birth, until she couldn't take the pain and we rushed her to the hospital." I shared with him. "Point is, I know how to and I can teach you, and walk you threw it."

"I guess. But what if I pass out?" he asked.

"You hunt everyday. You deal with pigs and other island animals. I think if you can gut a fish and kill a boar you can deliver a baby." I pointed out.

"I'll try." He smiled.

"Hate to put pressure on you but. This isn't something you try. Either you succeed or you fail." I said coldly. I hated for it to sound that way but it's true. This is a baby, not a rubix cube you can try to win.

"Then I'll need to really work on the boat and practice." He said.

"Practice?" I echoed.

"Yeah with like a doll or something. To know what to do." He said.

I smiled back to him and he left to work some more on the boat. I really don't want to have the baby here, but if I must, I guess it just has to be.

AN: Ok sorry the chapters are far apart. I'll try to finish this off soon.