Author's Notes: This is longer than the last few chapters. The baby is about nine to eleven months old. I've been having writer's block that why it took me so long to finally get to these chapters.
Disclaimer: I don't own The Blue Lagoon: The Awaking.
Waiting by 3sth3r
Chapter 17: Just Missed
Dean's POV
My lips nip at Emma's neck and I kiss a trail down to her collarbone, then back up to her neck. I love to wake her this way. It's been sometime since we have had slept this good. My fingertips brush softly between her breast, outlining her bones and muscle features. She shifts slightly but doesn't wake up. I want her to rest. Her body has healed from the baby being born and her breasts are as big as ever.
The sun has been up for a while. The baby rest, and is growing every day. I've been thinking about the future. What if we die here? What would happen to the baby? I would hate to think Diana here alone, but I guess we will have a long time before she is truly left alone. I want our baby to be protected after we are gone. I sigh. I love her so much it hurts sometimes.
I left Emma and the baby sleeping and put on some shorts. I go and pick up some berries and cook some fish for our morning breakfast. I head back and find Emma awake with the baby in her arms. Diana has started to eat solid foods, and she loves bananas. Emma looks up at me and smiles. "Guess what I have." I say lifting up the bananas in my right hands.
"Ooo," I place the fish and fruit on the floor and start to peel the banana. I take a small piece and feed it to Diana. Her eyes light up with glee. "She looks so happy." Emma eat our breakfast and enjoy the cool weather.
The day passes slowly. By the middle of the afternoon when Emma, Diana and I are at the waterfall I hear a muffled chopping sound. It sounds just like a helicopter. Wait a helicopter. I look to the sky and see a fast fly helicopter overhead. I look down at Emma and the baby in her arms and spring into action. I leap from my spot at the edge of the pool and run to the house.
With the flare gun in my hand, I run towards the beach. I run faster just as the helicopter comes overhead. I jump over high branches but on one my foot gets caught. And I fall. I lose the flare gun on the ground. "Crap," I yell. Moving fast I grab the gun. My feet hit the ground again.
By the time I reach the beach the helicopter is too far away. "NO!" I throw the flare gun to the ground, and fall on my knees to the ground. Tears start falling down my face. "NO!"
Footsteps trail behind me. I look up to see Emma and the baby in her arms. She gives me a sad smile. She kneel next to me and rugs my back. We had our chance, and I screwed up. I yell into the ground in pain. "It's ok, Dean." Emma clams me down and then we head back to the house.
The days go by slowly. And Emma starts throwing up again, she much worse his time. After a week Emma and I sit down to dinner long after the baby has gone to sleep. "Dean, we need to talk." I knew this was coming. I screwed up and now I am going to pay for it. I took in a deep breath and let her continued. "I think I am pregnant again."
"What?"
To be continued…