Author's Notes: Emma is five months pregnant. The baby is about a year and a few months. So this is longer than the last few chapters. Sorry it took long to post. Please read and review!

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

Waiting by 3sth3r

Chapter 18: Beds

Dean's POV

Emma is cutting my long hair. Apparently my hair has gotten too long, according to Emma. Even my beard annoys her now. So she cutting my hair and after that I will shave for the first time in a few months. Thought out her last pregnancy I shave my face so it would be easier to work on the houses, but since the baby was born I stop. The baby takes up all of our time. And the only time we have is at night. Most of the time we have we mostly end up having sex and now Emma pregnant again.

But this time it's different. Emma is getting bigger than she was before at five months pregnant. I feel the baby kick the other day. One right after the other, kick, kick. Emma says it feel different to but I think we might be expect more than one baby this time.

After I have finish shaving, I help Emma with another the nest like bed. It made out of plant parts and rope. I have even cut off another tree stump. But then I have an idea. "What if we hung like at swing from the roof for the babies?" Emma looks up from finishing up a row of neat braiding for the nest bed.

"Really? You want to hang our baby from the roof?" Emma raise her eyebrow. "Are you insane?" She says stand up with the baby attached to her back. She looks up at the roof and then back to me. "Ok, fine. If you were to possibly do this how would you?"

"Well," I think for a while before I speak again. I look between the distance and go over the things we have left in my head. And just when I think all my ideas are not going to work out, I think of one that does. "Two transparent pieces of reinforce fabric hang for the roof. Then we would place one of the nest beds between them. And then we would tie fabric under the nest bed, and spread the fabric around the bed to stop bugs from getting to the babies." I turn to Emma and I think I can see her mind turning. "So, what do you think?"

"It good but it needs some work." Emma helps me hang up the fabric left over from the ones we wear and the ones, we use as bandages. Surprisingly, we have a lot left over. We then take the one of the nest beds and then tie the fabric under the bed. The transparent blue fabric hangs from the roof set to be tested. I take two small coconuts and place them into the bed. The bed holds up but the fabric starts to tear.

So, we come up with a new plan. Emma makes thin rope to hold the nest bed within the fabric. By the time we finish the sun is about to set. "What do you think?" Emma says after we step back.

"I think it good." I test this new Verizon of our design again. The fabric seems to hold up well enough. "But do you think it would hold the baby." Emma takes another good look at the hanging bed.

"I think so. But we need to test it more." I sigh. I know she is right but we have run out of sun light. We settle down for dinner and eat crab and blueberries, Emma's favorite. I feed Diana for the first time coconut juice. And Emma laughs when Diana splits the coconut juice back up on me. Great, that's the fourth shirt this week.

After dinner is over and Diana is sleeping in her nest bed, we play a game. She waddles over to our bed and sits next to me. "I miss chocolate." Emma says. She sighs and turns to me. "What do you miss?"

"I miss coffee." I pause for a moment, "No, I miss the smell of coffee." Emma breaks out laughing. "What?" I shrug comically.

"It's nothing, really." Emma giggles slightly under my stare. She begins to rub her large stomach. "You know what I miss most."

"What?"

"My family," I take her hand that is now place over her stomach and squeeze. She sighs. "Do you think we'll see them again?" She looks at me but then I look down at her bulging stomach.

"Yes, I think so. We will never stop trying." I rub her stomach and smile at Emma. I lean in and kiss the top of her forehead. We soon fall into a deep and dreamless sleep.

To be continued…