Sam brushed her hair as she got ready for bed. She could hear Eduardo in the next room as he rustled about, getting ready for bed himself. Smiling to herself, she looked down at her belly, admiring at its girth. Several months had passed, and the crew was back out at sea. Sam was now well into her pregnancy, and was now finally showing. It had taken around the sixth month for her baby bump to grow, and she was now quite proud of it. Now at eight months, her belly was fully developed. Her duties on board had been restricted down to helping Nathan every now and then in the kitchen, and helping to do the inventory. It had bothered her quite a bit at first, as she was used to always doing something, and had taken some adjustments. Eduardo even let her steer the ship by herself several times, with him keeping a close eye of course.

Alan hadn't been seen since that day in town. Once the ship had been repaired, they had wasted no time returning back out to the sea. For the first month after they'd left, they kept an extremely close watch for him, but he never showed. Sam had hoped that he had gotten the message, and was finally leaving them alone. Now, several months even after that, they had gotten back into their normal routine, and had even gone on a couple more missions for funds. With the exception of Sam, that is. She'd had to stay on board while the rest of the crew went out on their hunt. She'd busied herself with cleaning up around the ship, which she'd sneak in whenever Eduardo wasn't looking.

Despite the fact that they were around her all day, the guys would still come up to her, asking if they could feel her belly. While being the only woman on board was quite awkward at times, it was moments such as these that she didn't mind. Russell and Thomas in particular seemed awestruck almost every time they saw her, always wanting to know how she was feeling, and were like children themselves wanting to feel her belly. The little one growing inside of her was quite rambunctious, often having kicking fits for long periods of time. The guys on board were all fascinated with it. Morgan had even once had her sit down and talked down to her belly as if the child inside could hear him. Sam had loved it though. With Morgan talking to her belly, and the rest of the crew watching the scene smiling, she'd never felt more at home. A real family.

Her pregnancy had fairly smoothly, with Christopher keeping a close eye on her. The only thing that really drove her insane was her emotions. Her hormones had been swirling around the past few months, causing her to have extreme mood swings. One minute she'd be normal and happy, and the next she'd be crying for the dumbest reason. As she stroked another section of her hair, she giggled quietly about yesterday. Poor Russell had almost had a heart attack because he'd tripped some rope or something like that, and she'd just started bawling. Poor thing.

Sam placed her hairbrush back onto the counter and walked into the next room, heading towards the bed. She often found it difficult to coordinate herself around, with her pregnant belly obstructing the view to her feet. She'd managed to find an efficient system of getting into bed, and implemented it as she eased herself down onto the mattress. Eduardo was across the room, he'd taken his shirt off and was rearranging some clothing he'd tossed onto the chair in the corner of their room. She lifted an eyebrow at him as she watched.

He noticed her gaze and glanced over his shoulder at her, grinning. "What's that look for?"

She giggled. "No reason. Is it a crime to like looking at you?"

He chuckled and folded the last of the clothes in his arms up, placing it down gently, then making his way slowly to the bed towards her. "No. I'm your husband. I'd almost be offended if you didn't." He crawled onto the bed next to her. She smiled as his lips pressed against hers slowly. He pulled back and looked at her, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. As she felt a familiar thump in her belly, she inhaled quickly at the sensation.

"Are you ok? What's wrong?" Eduardo asked immediately.

Sam smiled and shook her head. "Little scamp." Instead of explaining, she took his hand and pressed it against the spot where the baby was kicking. A slow smile spread across his lips as he looked from her eyes down to her belly. He chuckled as she held his hand against her.

He looked back up into her eyes. "Have you thought anymore about names?"

"Some, yeah. Have you?"

"A little. What do you like so far?"

She shrugged. "I like the name Lily if it's a girl, after your mother."

Eduardo's smile widened, and he pressed his forehead against hers. "Yeah, I like that one too."

"What if it's a boy?"

Eduardo tilted his head and pressed a kiss against her forehead. "I kind of liked the name Andrew for a boy."

Sam nodded. "After my brother. I like it."

Eduardo sank back against the bed, tucking an arm behind his head. "Won't be long now you know."

She joined him, cuddling up against one another. "Any time now."

Eduardo chuckled quietly, the vibration rocking her as she curled up against his chest. "I just hope I don't screw the poor kid up."

"You'll be a great father Eduardo."

"… You really think so?" He asked quietly, almost shyly.

"Without a doubt." She yawned sleepily as Eduardo curled his arms around her middle as he lazily traced a line up and down her arm. She closed her eyes, letting sleep take her. She slept blissfully in Eduardo's arms, snuggled into his warmth.

A few, short hours later, during the middle of the night, a noise awoke her. She awoke with a start, looking around for the source of the noise. It had sounded as if something had fallen, crashing to the floor. It had come from outside of their bedroom, and she listened intently to see if she could hear it again. Her motion had immediately awoken Eduardo, who sat up in the bed next to her.

"What's the matter?" He asked, his voice alert but still had sleep interlaced in it.

"I thought heard something. It woke me up. Sorry, go back to sleep." She apologized, when she heard nothing. She went to lay back down when she heard, what sounded like, footsteps coming from outside of the room. Despite it being dark, she looked at Eduardo, who placed a hand on her shoulder. He squeezed it and pulled the covers back, quietly going to stand.

"Stay here. I'll go see what it is." He whispered. He grabbed his pistol from his nightstand and crept silently to the door. Slowly opening it, he peered outside, looking both ways. He looked back at Sam and motioned for her to remain in bed. He then quietly crept into the hallway, treading softly down as he made his way towards where the footsteps had been. Sam rubbed the back of her neck as she waited for Eduardo. It had probably been nothing, and she again felt bad for waking Eduardo. A few moments passed as she watched the door, the soft light from the hall shining gently against her face. She sighed and stretched, feeling a familiar kick deep in her belly.

It was then that she heard an audible thud coming from down the hallway. Her head shot up and she threw back the covers on her side of the bed. Tip-toeing to the door, she peered through the crack Eduardo had left. Seeing no one, she opened the door further, stepping lightly into the dimly lit hall. She nibbled at her lower lip as she made her way towards where she thought the thud had come from. She'd probably get scolded by Eduardo later for it, but she became worried when she called out quietly for Eduardo, but heard no response.

She rounded the corner, as to go to the kitchen, and saw Eduardo. He was lying on the floor, apparently having been knocked unconscious. His pistol having had fallen out of his hand, lying on the floor a few feet in front of him. Sam went to run to his side, but felt someone wrap an arm around her, holding her back. She went to scream, but felt a cold, clammy hand wrap around her mouth. She struggled against her captors hold as they dragged her back, away from Eduardo. Kicking back, she continued to struggle against the arms that held her back, screaming against their hand.

"My pearl." A familiar voice whispered in her ear before she felt something slam against her neck, and her world went black.