Author's Note: So if you are wondering Emma is about 6 - 8 weeks pregnant. The last chapter I wrote in less than one hour so there are a few mistakes but I will repost the corrected version if I've not already. Note that from here on that the story will switch from Dean's POV to Emma's POV. I also haven't decided if the child is going to be a girl or a boy. Please vote for names as well and gender, that would be great. Please read and review!

Disclaimer: I don't own The Blue Lagoon: The Awaking.

Waiting by 3sth3r

Chapter 2: Plans, Lots and Lots of Plans

Dean's POV

I wake up to the morning light, watching as the sun greets the sky. I have never been a morning person but the longer I stay on this island the earlier I wake. But I think it has more to do with Emma freaking out yesterday than anything else. But there are more important things than sleep that weight on my mind.

Pregnant. It's a simple word but I still can't warp my head around it. But I'm not surprised. I mean when you having sex with a hot girl like Emma very day, four or five times a day, you expect this sooner or later. I only wish we had more time. More time to think about how we have to survive on this island but I guess we'll have to work quickly.

I look over at horizon as streaks of red and gold chase across the sky. The fire has burn out leaving only the warmth of each to hers body to keep us warm. Emma moves slightly next to me hugging herself more. She must be cold, I think. I warp my arms around her, holding her closer to me, making the warmth form my body flow into hers.

Emma. She was the one person I never thought I meet. She was the "it" girl and me the outcast. But if I didn't drive in after her she would have been out here by herself. Alone and scared. I will the thought away for a moment. I have more important things to worry myself without worrying about what-ifs. I think to myself.

We need a plan and I bet that Emma has already figured out one. I could wake her up but I don't want to disturb her sleep. And then I start thinking about the baby. How will it survive? I don't even know if would could take care of it. I lease back when they didn't have hospitals, they had midwifes and men like me were kept out of the process of giving birth. But what if something goes wrong internally? I can't take care of a newborn by myself. But I can't help and feel that it's going to be ok, somehow it will be ok.

I kiss Emma's neck, with the sun rising in the sky we need to go and catch some food for today. Nibbling on her ear Emma opens one eye to look at me. "Hi, stranger," I said. Using my nose I tickle her behind her ear. Emma starts to giggle.

She laughs hard the more I rub my face against her, "Stop." Emma pleads with me and is now lying under me. We are still naked from last night's lovemaking. "I think you beard is starting to come in."

"You think." I say rubbing my chin.

Emma kisses me, pulling me closer to her. She moans. "Yea, but I think it will be weird seeing you with a beard." And then she kisses me again. "What do you want to do today?" she asks when she finally pulls away. I lay next to her on our bed of banana leaves. I rest my head in my hand and Emma lies on top of me. I pull my arm around her. She looks up at me.

"Emma, I think we need a plan." I said bluntly. Emma is silence for a while I feel her nod.

"What kind of plan do you think we need?" she asked.

"I was thinking that we need to think long term. You know maybe we could build a small house or something in the tree father inland to protect us. And with the baby coming we need to find a better way to survive." Emma looks up at me and nods. She is silence for a while I don't think she want to think about staying here for the rest of our lives. I know she misses her family and her friends. I miss my dad too but we need to think about the future live we'll be taken care of.

"Ok." She kisses me and brings me in closer to her. She is then on top of me, hair her fanning out over her breast, she place her hand on my chest and lends down for a kiss. Our tongue slide and lick each other, our teeth clash, our breath become more rapid. I moan against her lips and my cock seems to move the more she grinds her body against mine. I know what she is doing. I know we need to stop.

I pull away and our foreheads touch, "Emma," I whisper, "What are you doing?" She pulls away from me, and she covers her face with her hands. I sit up and pull her in my arms, she begins to sob.

"Dean," she sobs, "Why did we have to meet this way? Could've we met somewhere else? Couldn't we fall in love in the real world? Why?" she sobs, "Why?" She cries and all I can do is hold her tightly against me. My heart breaks because there is nothing I can do but hold her.

"We make it though, I will protect you." I said. I hold her until midday. I tell her to get her clothes on and pick some berries while I go fishing. By the time I could back she has collected many fruits and nuts and has started drawing in the sand.

"What are you doing I asked Emma?" Looking down at the sand and at the pattern she has created.

"It's the plans I've created for the house and I wrote out all the supplies we will need." She points to the list she wrote on the side of the drawing. The drawing is simple but in reality I can tell by the way her face is the plans are complex. "First is location. I figure that the best location is the two large twin trees near the waterfall. There are strong from what I can tell, and their near the berries and close enough to the beach so we can fish and catch crabs." I nod taking all of what she said in. I smile at her and she smiles back. Maybe keeping her mind busy with little things like this will help her from breaking down again.

"Also," she continues, "We need to think about when I give birth. I will need your help." She rubs her stomach.

I sit down next to her and really take in the drawing and I notice something. "Emma, are you planning to build two houses? We only need one and some extra room for the baby of course." I look again, "Emma we don't need a foot bridge either."

She takes a deep breathe in, "The twin trees are much larger then you think. Plus I'm planning in case we have more than one kid. What if I'm carrying twins? I don't want to be caught off guard, ok. I know the chance of me carrying more than one child is hard to warp your head around. But because we are stranded here but we need to plan for the worst possible case." I sigh, I know she is right.

I make a fire and start cook the fish. Emma makes us little plates of food, "We'll start building tomorrow." She nods as we start eating the cooked fish and raw fruits and nuts. We stare out into the ocean for the rest of the day.

To be continued...