I do not own Pirates of the Caribbean, Disney does. I only own the characters that weren't in the movies. You know, the ones I made up. I also do not own Isabella Swann, or Alexander Swann, who belong to Vilofied.

"You realize that you're not completely out of trouble." I said quietly.

We were sitting on the settee in Alexander's study, trying to sort things out. James was laying down, his head in my lap. My hand was running slowly through his hair.

"I know." he mumbled.

"We need to talk."

"Alright." he said, sitting up. "Let's start with why you left me on my knees in the rain."

"Would you like for me to state it bluntly?" I said with a bit of edge in my voice.

"Go on." he replied.

"You were treating me like a child, James! You kept me locked up in the house, and wouldn't let me go anywhere on my own…You scolded me like one, too." I added with a growl.

"I was just…"

"Trying to protect the child, I know. You've said that many times." I interrupted. "But it turned into more than that. You were taking away my rights." I said quietly. "What really made me slap, and leave you in the rain, James, was the fact that you were willing to lock me up for nine months, until the baby was born."

"Why do you keep saying that?!" he growled. "I wasn't keeping you locked up!"

"Yes, you were! Anyone will agree with me! Isabella, Alexander, Abigail, Theodore…Ask any of them. They'll agree with me. You were being so 'protective', James, that I felt like you didn't love me anymore!" My voice grew softer. "I felt like all you cared about was the baby I was carrying, and not about me." I said, standing with my back to him.

He stood as well, and turned me around. He then put his hands on my upper arms, and looked me in the eyes. "Don't ever, ever think I don't love you." he whispered.

I scoffed. "You haven't shown me lately."

"You're being ridiculous!" he cried. "You haven't given me a chance!"

"You've had two weeks of chances!" I snarled. "Not once have you directly apologized! Did you ever consider waking me up? Di you ever think, for all of the times I was ill, you could have just walked right passed Isabella to see me? Did you?" I pressed. "You've woken me many times at night to tell me things, James. Why didn't you do that this time?" I asked in a quiet voice.

He sat back down on the settee, trying to decide what to say as different emotions flitted across his features.

A soft sigh passed my lips, and I knelt down in front of him, and cupped his cheeks in my small hands. "Why?"

He put his hands over mine, and quietly studied my features. "Even if I had done all of those things, I wouldn't have known what to say."

I looked away, then up into his eyes. "You sounded alright…that day you thought I was asleep."

He furrowed his brows. "When was this?"

"You had been arguing with Alexander, just outside my door. You had told him that you must see me, and Alexander said he wasn't sure I was ready to see you. But, you came in my room anyway. Don't you remember?" I said softly. "My clothing was on the floor, and I was naked under the sheets because I'd felt too sick to wear anything. You sat on the edge of the mattress, and caressed my body as you spoke softly to me."

He took his hands from atop mine, and cupped my cheeks as well. "You had spoken my name…"

"Yes." I nodded. "I had to work so hard not to respond to you…I wanted so badly to go after you when you left."

"Why? Why didn't you?" he whispered.

"I…don't know." I replied, ashamed. I stood slowly, and turned away from him. "I…I need time to think." I rushed, running out of the room.

I put my head in my hands. Was I ever going to get her back? Was this madness ever going to stop?

"James, is everything alright?"

I looked up in confusion at the soft voice. "Isabella?" I asked distantly.

"Yes?" she asked, herself now confused. "Are you alright? I thought I heard shouting?"

I began to massage my temples. "You heard correctly. We were…having a disagreement."

She looked at me sympathetically, and eased herself down on the settee beside me. "Are you two anywhere near making amends?"

I gazed into the fire. "I don't know anymore. It seems that we'll be on the edge of reaching an agreement, and then it all falls through."

"Have you apologized?" she asked.

"Not for anything specific." I admitted.

She nodded. "You could start by apologizing for keeping her cooped up for so long." she suggested.

I glared, but didn't say anything.

"It's true, James. Just start out with what upset her the most, and work your way from there. It will make things a bit easier." she said softly.

I thought for a moment, and then sighed. "I've tried everything else."

Isabella smiled, and started to rub my back. "You'll get her back, I know you will. A dashing man like yourself shouldn't have to work too hard."

"What are you thinking?" I asked in suspicion.

"What do you mean?" she questioned, furrowing her brows.

"I know you, Bella. You've that sly look in your eyes. What are you thinking about?" I smiled.

She smiled as well. "I was just thinking…if apologies don't work…you could try seduction."

My eyes widened, and I stood. "Isabella Rochester, watch your tongue!" It is entirely improper for a woman…a lady of your status, to speak so loosely!"

She snorted, and stood as well. "Come now, James. We've known each other for a long time, and you never scolded me of such things when we courted."

I closed my eyes briefly, before looking at the floor. "That was a different time…You're married now, Isabella! What would your husband think?"

She smirked. "He's the one that loosened my tongue with such speech. Besides, his tactic usually works on me, I'm certain it will work for you."

I just stood and stared at her. Gone was the sweet, careful mouthed Isabella I knew. There stood a cheeky, sly-eyed young woman…with not so clean a tongue.

"I don't know why you're scolding me so, and looking at me with such astonishment, James. I've seen the way you stare at your wife when we're dining, or walking through the gardens as a group. I've seen where your eyes wander, and I know where your mind goes. Philip does the same thing when he thinks I'm not looking. You're not as innocent-minded as you're trying to show. I know you, James Norrington." she smirked.

It took me a few moments to realize my jaw was agape. I closed my mouth, and cleared my throat. "I…I'm…"I stuttered.

"Going to make amends?" she finished for me, her smirk growing.

"Yes…I…I'll go…do that." I choked.

"I know you won't disappoint!" she chuckled as I walked passed her.

I gave her a look of bewilderment.

She smiled sweetly. "Why have you stopped? Go on, she's waiting!"

I realized that I had, in fact, stopped walking when she'd spoken. I nodded to her, and left the room with determination.

I sipped my tea lightly as I stood beside the bed. Tears were still streaming my cheeks. He'd seemed so uncertain of what to say, what to do. He was right, though. I haven't really given him a fair chance. I just…I get so emotional! I was never like that before. I used to not allow my feelings to get in the way…but when James came into my life, everything changed, and it was the most wonderful thing that had ever happened to me. So why have I been so unfair to him?

A sigh passed my lips. Not a sad sigh, but a happy one. 'Pregnancy can do strange things to one's mood.'

I slipped my left hand under my shirt, and caressed the baby bump that laid there. For the first time that day, I smiled. Another chance…another opportunity to feel a life blossoming inside of me…a result of my love, and James's, for one another.

"Darling?"

A gasp escaped my throat, and the tea cup shattered when it fell from my hand to the floor. I turned around quickly, and hissed as one of the sharp pieces sliced the bottom of my right foot. James took in the sight with calm eyes from the doorway, and walked slowly to me. He stole my breath away when he lifted me effortlessly, and eased me gently on the bed. He took my ankle in his large hands, causing me to shiver as he examined my foot.

I was surprised when he ripped his shirt-sleeve from the elbow down, and then tore it in half. He pressed one piece to the cut, and applied pressure.

"Hold that there." he said quietly.

I did as he told me, and watched as he soaked the other half in the wash basin. He gently took my hands from my foot, and allowed the bloodied cloth to fall to the floor. I winced when the cool cloth touched my wound, but was soon distracted when James began placing light kisses on my ankle.

My pain was soon forgotten, and replaced with amazement at the sudden swing of things. One moment we'd been shouting, then tears, now this! His hands worked slowly, carefully, as he handled my wounded foot.

"I apologize." he said quietly when he finished wrapping my wound. His hands traveled up my legs slowly, until his arms were around my waist. "I…didn't mean to make ou feel unloved, or cause you to feel as though I was keeping you locked up."

My belly caught his eye, and a smile pulled at the corners of his lips as he reached out and rubbed it. It was then that he felt the small bump, and he raised my shirt a bit to look at it. His smile widened as he caressed the bump lightly.

"It's blossoming quickly." he grinned.

I couldn't help but smile as he leaned forward and placed light kisses on and around the bump. Our baby was bringing us back together.

"I'm sorry I made you feel so neglected." he whispered, leaning up to place a kiss on my neck.

He looked up into my eyes, and for once, I didn't look away.

"Won't you forgive me?" he begged softly.

I took a few moments to study my husband. He was wearing naught but a pair of peach colored breeches, and a cream colored cloth shirt, which was missing part of a sleeve. His chocolate colored hair, despite being neglected, somehow managed to look neat tied at his nape. His lips were neither firm nor relaxed. To my amusement, he was actually chewing on his lower lip! His eyes were wide and round, and light green with innocence. He reminded me of a school boy.

I smiled, and began to run my fingers through his hair. "I forgave you the moment you walked in the room."

A smile slowly tugged at the corners of his mouth, and before I knew it, I was in his arms bridal-style. A shriek passed my lips as he spun us around in a circle, and my arms wrapped tightly about his neck. In the next moment, we were both on the bed; me wrapped in his arms, and pulled tightly against his body.

"Careful," I smiled against his chest. "We don't want to hurt her." I said quietly, wedging my hands between the bump and his belly.

He gently rolled me over on my back, and once again pushed my shirt up a bit. I closed my eyes as his splayed his hand on my belly, and caressed the smooth skin. His legs tangled with mine as his lips found my neck, and I couldn't help but giggle as his other hand roved my body.

"Father!" I called down the upstairs hallway.

"Isabella!" he said happily. "What brings you here, child?"

I held my right hand up, which clutched several pieces of parchment. "You left a few papers at our place."

His eyes brightened, and he walked at a quicker pace. "I worried of where those were!"

As he reached out to grab the papers, I pulled my hand away, keeping them from his reach. I stood on my toes then, to kiss his cheeks, and he returned the gesture.

"Now then." I smiled, passing the parchment to him.

He only chuckled. "Did you come here alone/" he said in his serious, fatherly tone. It didn't take much effect, however, because he couldn't seem to wipe the smile from his face.

"No, Father. Philip is in the dining room. He didn't get to eat much today, because of his work. I assured him it would be alright to eat something here. That is alright…Father?" I asked innocently.

"Alright! That's alright, my dear." he smiled, pressing a kiss to my forehead.

"Now…" I started, when I thought I heard something.

Father must have heard something, too, for he head paused as well. It was a sort of giggling sound, getting louder, and louder. It then stopped, and was replaced with a deep groan. I looked to father at the same time father looked at me. We were standing right in front of James and Chrissy's room! It seems James had taken my advice…

"Shall we join Philip in the dining room?" I asked in a whisper, trying not to disturb them.

Father cleared his throat as his face turned red. "Yes, let's."

Uh oh! Lol! I believe I would blush, too! Please review! Thanks!