Author's Notes: Emma is eight months pregnant and the baby is about a year and about three months. I skip ahead because I want to finish this before the summer is over. Also I'm planning to take a two week vacation to plan for the squeal which is called "What We Left Behind" so look out for that, and I will gave at least the first chapter as a teaser. Also watch out for what I will name the babies on the way. I will post more soon. Please read and review!

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

Waiting by 3sth3r

Chapter 19: Pregnancy Worries

Emma's POV

My back aches and my foot are swollen. I've been in bed all morning. I tired getting up this morning but once I got onto my feet, my knees gave out. And now Dean is doing all of the chores that need to be taken care of today. I sigh. I told him I was fine but then when a large bruise appeared over the top of my large pregnant stomach. And now he wants to rest in bed, and watch over Diana, which is hard when you are stuck in bed. It very hard when

I'm a balloon. Sleeping has gotten difficult, if I sleep on my right side the baby starts to kick on my bladder, if I sleep on my left the baby kicks me in my spine causing me back pain. But base on how big I am I think I'm going to have more than one baby this time. God, what are we going to do? We can barely handle the one.

I've also noticed that the baby is all most pale compare to me and Dean. I just hope that she tan a little bit so I stop worrying too much. Diana doesn't even speak words yet. I mean she does scream, cry and baubles sometime

Diana has been walking now for a few months. She would get up and walk a few steps before she would fall down. She is getting better every day but today was not the day to leave me with her. I'm just scared something will happen to my poor little Diana. "DEAN!" I shout for the third time today. "Dean!"

I'm tried and I can't take care of Diana alone at least not in this state. "Dean!" After waiting for a few minutes and get up, take Diana in my arms best I can and head down the steps. I can't take it anymore, and I can wait for Dean to come back.

I start to walk to where his favorite fishing spot is, a cliff off the sea where the sea bring in many crabs and fish to catch. I walk for a better part of an hour before Diana gets too heavy to hold in my arms. So I let her walk in front of me slowly. The more we walk the more I think, and the more I think the more I worry about thce future and the about the future babies we will need to take care of.

But then we arrive at the cliff's edge and my thoughts fade from my mind. I notice the fishing gear laying on the grass but also the unfinished fish that has yet to be gutted. Diana has begun to play with the plants picking at them. I get an uneasy feeling when I get closer to the edge of the cliff. And then I look over. I don't see Dean on any of the rocks which is good. It clam me knowing he didn't fall off the cliff.

I turn back to Diana and quickly run over to pull grass and other plant parts from her mouth. I take her in my arms again and head back to the house to wait for Dean. See, you worry for nothing. I think to myself. It seems like it takes less time about I can see the house between the thick forest.

With Diana in my arms we move slowly, with every step my back aches more and my feet feel like they are on pins and needles. After seeing the house I stop and sit on a tree stomp that is beginning to rot and place Diana down on her feet. She waddles around the place, and I ever keeping watch.

She giggles and baubles. Diana starts to point to something and out of all the crazy words she forms one stands out. "Dada," I turn my attention to her.

I kneel down next to her, "What did you say?" I say taking Diana in my arms. She does look at me but continues to point to the something in the brushes and high grass.

"Dada,"

I turned my head to where she was pointing. I got up from my kneeling position and run through the grass to a blooded body. I turn over the body so I could see his face. Tears start to fall from my face. "Dean?" I slightly shake him trying not to tear him up. "Dean?"

To be continued…