Author Notes: Emma is 14 weeks which is about 3.5 months. Please vote on gender and names because right now I can't think of any. Next chapter after this one will be about the Emma's parents and Dean's dad back home. I'm know short chapter, but it's a chapter. Please read and review!

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

Waiting by 3sth3r

Chapter 4: Whispers in the Night

Emma's POV

A low growl woke me up from sleep. I open my eyes and see the sun slowly rise in the sky. I shouldn't wake Dean up, but I want to. Another growl sounds from the forest but I can't seem to find the source of noise. I try to forget about and sit up and move away from Dean. I try not to wake him when I get up, he needs the sleep.

Looking through the suitcase a got a soft blue sundress and softly close the lid. Heading down the now worn path to the waterfall, I look around at the trees. I need to find a certain material. I figure that when the houses are done that we all need baskets or boxes of some kind. We will defiantly need a place to put the baby, like a hammock or a cradle of same kind.

Over the last few weeks a discovered that you can peel a certain type of tree and I had started to make rope by braiding the peels together, even started weaving baskets, Dean loved the ropes I made. It made building the house easier. Houses are only about a fourth of the way finished if not than almost the fourth of the way done. But with two walls, and a floor done for both houses Dean still is working almost day and night to get the houses done before the baby is born. And the larger bulge now developing along my abdomen Dean is getting more stressed out.

I've reached the waterfall. I take off the small yellow number I have on. I have fixed almost all of the clothes. I made a needle from the bones of a fish. The threat was hard to get. But the small fibers that were at the end of the tree peels made for great string-like threat. I wade into the large pool and take a smooth stone from the edge and began scrubbing my skin. It's the closest thing to soap. God, how I miss soap and toothpaste. I shake the thought away. I can start that track of think again or I'll end up crying all over again. I sigh.

After scrubbing myself down, I go for a little swim. I need to stop thinking. I realize that when I think to mush about things it gets me emotional. I'm pulled from my thoughts when I hear another growl. It seems closer now. But not close enough to cause me to go screaming to Dean. I need to strong now.

I get out of the pool and put on the soft blue sundress after I dry off a bit. I head back to the camp site and place the dirty yellow dress in one of the woven baskets, which we have made into a waste basket for dirty clothes.

Dean is still asleep even when the sun has reached half way up the sky. He must have worked later than I thought last night. I'm only about three month pregnant for crying out loud. Maybe when he finishes the houses he will relax again and be the carefree Dean I fall in love with on the island. My stomach growls, I guess skipping breakfast wasn't the best idea.

I go to pick some berries over on the far side of the island, it only a few minutes from the campsite, ten at the most. But today it seems like it only takes seconds, picking the berries take a few minutes so I head back to the campsite. A growl sounds from behind me.

I look over my shoulder to see a large black jaguar ready to pounce on me. My heart starts to race. I want to shout for Dean but I'm afraid it might scare the jaguar into attacking. Breath, I tell myself. I look forward I brace myself for the chase.

Taking one more deep breath, I close my eyes and prepare for the race of my life. With one more moment to gather my thoughts and I run.

To be continued...