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the_dala at 10:52am on 30/04/2004 under fic: pirates of the caribbean
the_dala at 10:52am on 30/04/2004 under fic: pirates of the caribbeanMore. And more fluff, come to think of it. Ah well.
Nothing New Under the Sun (VI)
Jack spent the afternoon accepting toasts from various and sundry of the tribe’s prominent males. A family unit comprised of two men and two children, one aged five and the other barely a year, was brought to see him. They were a darling sight, but he imagined Will would’ve run screaming in the other direction.
As the sun began to sink beneath the horizon, Jack grew restless and lonely. The members of the crew who’d come aboard were drinking or sporting with single maidens and lads of the tribe and Will had not yet emerged from the large tent at the westernmost corner of the square. After politely refusing another congratulatory round (of his own stock this time; never again would he taste a drink that came out of a pineapple), Jack wandered over to the general area of the women’s abode. Two teenaged girls sat outside it, fanning themselves and glaring when they spotted him. He gave the tent a wide berth, finally spotting Will some ways down the beach. The boy was sitting with his knees drawn up in front of him, gazing out to sea.
“‘Ey,” he said softly, nudging his backside with bare toes.
Will shaded his eyes with his palm and smiled up at him. “Hello.”
“Mind if I sit?” Will shook his head and Jack lowered himself down, careful not to touch him. He peered more closely at Will’s face. What he’d seen this morning was even more pronounced in open air – an almost painterly softness, all angles and creases smoothed out. He hadn’t looked like that in weeks. Will lifted his head to the setting sun, closing his eyes to feel it on his lids, and Jack swallowed hard.
“You’re beautiful, you know that?” he said thickly, not caring if Will jumped down his throat. But the boy just opened his eyes slowly and smiled again. Much as he longed for peace between them, Jack was suspicious now. “What’ve they done t’ you that’s made you pleasant again?”
“Nothing,” said Will, stretching his legs out in front of him. “Just talk and advice.”
He’d nearly forgotten the purpose for their visit while he was tracing the sun-burnished highlights in Will’s thick hair, but he remembered now. “Found out how to rid yourself of the...the problem, then?”
Will nodded, a few stray curls falling into his eyes as he traced an oval in the sand. “It’s like you said – crushed herbs in some liquor. It’s a purgative and I’d be violently ill for a few days, but it would work the same as it does for a woman.”
“And did you get ahold of some?”
Will drew eyes and a nose in his oval. “Not yet.” Jack had to lean closer to hear him, his voice was so faint. “I – last night I felt it move. Sanna told me it’s too early, but I know I did.” His hand went to his middle as if by reflex and Jack’s eyes followed it, watching how he pressed lightly down. Not once had he seen him touch himself like that, with an obvious awareness of what lingered within.
“I’ve been able to deny it,” Will continued, rubbing his thumb in little circles, “even as I was complaining to you about every single annoyance and – and about everything under the sun, really. But I felt it, Jack, real as you sitting here right now. It was – it was inside me.” A hint of a smile played the corners of his lips, though it didn’t reach his eyes. “Also as you’ve been.”
“You want to have it,” said Jack, careful to keep any inflection out of his voice. This was Will’s decision; no matter what role Jack had played in the making, it was Will carrying it and would have to be Will bringing it into the world. Besides which, he wasn’t sure where to begin untangling how he felt about all this.
Will nodded once, casting a sidelong look at Jack, who still purposely revealed nothing. “I – I do, I think,” he said uncertainly. “It’s mine, and I couldn’t – I don’t believe I...” Words gathered in knots on his tongue and he paused, filling his palm with sand before letting it fall through his fingers. “It’s the only chance for children I’d have, anyway.”
“If you stayed with me, y’mean,” said Jack, voicing a great fear in a casually small comment.
Looking at him with earnest brown eyes, Will said quietly, “That’s not an if, Jack.”
“Well,” said Jack, clearing his throat to hide the sudden jolt of warmth through his veins. “Well,” he said again, more softly, with a smile curving his mouth into the shape Will liked best.
Will’s face was still anxious. “You haven’t offered an opinion yet.”
“And I don’t intend to,” Jack replied matter-of-factly. “This is your call, mate.”
“And you think your say doesn’t matter to me?”
“It should only matter insofar as I love you more’n my own life, and I’ll say aye to whatever it is you want.”
With a long, slow inhalation and one more glance out to sea, Will bit his bottom lip and said confidently, “What I want is to have this child, and to keep it, and for us to raise it together.” His resolve wobbled and he glanced at Jack worriedly. “If you’ll want us around, that is.”
“Stupid, stupid whelp,” Jack whispered, clasping him in arms that trembled only slightly. “That’s all I could ever want.”
Will burrowed between his neck and shoulder with a grateful sigh, starting and then relaxing as Jack’s hands slid under his shirt to caress a belly that was only faintly rounded and yet entirely different from the last time he’d touched it. The normally taut muscles were relaxed beneath his fingers, as if they’d been stretched until they weren’t much more than extra flesh. Jack was about equal in his tastes for hard and soft, which usually came down to man or woman; it really depended on the person to make him favor one shape over another. With this particular person, he found it impossible to choose which version of stomach he preferred, and decided that he didn’t care.
Will settled closer as Jack stroked him and kissed where his dark hair curled around his ear.
“‘S just that I don’t know if I’m brave enough for this, lad,” he said, drawing in a breath in tandem with Will.
“You needn’t worry,” said Will in a contented sort of voice. “Everything will be all right.”
“You say that like you know it’s true.”
A shrug lifted the shoulders under his arm. “I feel it.”
Jack chuckled and gave the inside of his elbow a pinch. “My dear William, you’re about as intuitive as the nearest outcropping of rock.”
“This is different,” said Will in that pragmatic way of his, that my-world-works-this-way-and-that-is-that assurance which had irritated Jack at their first meeting. He’d never before found himself hoping so hard that Will’s world didn’t do them both a cruel turn.
“Ah, I see,” he said gravely, trying to keep his thoughts from their sobering downturn. “A mother’s intuition, I presume?”
Will leaned away to give him a solid whap in the arm, grinning when Jack made a contrite face and pulled him near again. “If you think I’m going to let this child call me Mother...”
“Well, what are we going to be then?” asked Jack, circling the dip of his navel with a fingertip. “Papa One and Papa Two?”
Will frowned thoughtfully. “I suppose we’ll have to figure something out. But we’ve got about six months to live through first, so I don’t mean to fret over it just get.”
“Smart man,” said Jack, nuzzling his collarbone.
“I hope it gets passed on, because God knows you’re deficient.”
“And so funny, too!” Will got to his feet quicker than Jack felt he should be able to, dodging a lazy swipe.
“And faster,” Will called out, skipping backwards down the beach, “embarazado or not.”
Grumbling with good-natured irritation, Jack set off after him.
They dined with the tribe and drank late into the darkness, Jack with his rum and Will with an unfermented fruit juice brought by the little girl who’d taken such a shine to him. This time Will merely watched the dancers instead of joining in. He leaned back in Jack’s embrace, gazing at the whirling couples and the unattached youths who would probably be unattached no longer this time next year. He marveled at the way each man and woman fit as a part of the whole, how the community throbbed and pulsed as a living organism through crisis and sorrow. He’d never been able to find his place in Port Royal, not even when he’d gotten the things a man of his world was meant to have, but he’d found it aboard Jack’s ship. The Pearl’s crew was much the same as these people, isolated at sea as they were on their island. Of course, if pirates failed to harmonize they were far more likely to kill each other off, but the night was too pleasant for such thoughts.
Jack hummed against Will’s ear, tapping the rhythm of the drums on his thighs, hopelessly behind the beat. Will shifted, turning his head to distract him with a slow, deep kiss.
“Mmm,” Jack murmured against his lips when they paused for breath. His eyes glittered gem-like in the fire’s glow. “Have I mentioned how glad I am that you’re bein’ nice to me again?”
“Once or twice,” Will conceded. “We’ll see how long it lasts.”
“Always gotta be a challenge, don’t you,” said Jack fondly, tweaking his nose.
Sleepy with the warmth and the fresh roasted pork in his stomach, Will propped his chin on Jack’s shoulder to keep his head from nodding. The pirate captain nudged up off, standing to offer him a hand up. “C’mon, let’s head off t’ bed before you fall asleep and roll into the fire.”
“I don’t roll in my sleep,” Will complained as he stumbled after Jack in the direction of their small tent. “I sleep like a log.”
“Not lately, you don’t,” Jack replied, drawing the flap aside to let him enter. Will heaved a great sigh at the welcoming sight of the skins serving as bedroll. He dropped down and curled up, sanguine, as Jack shucked his jacket and came to lie down beside him. The pirate captain was almost skittish, scooting close but not touching, and Will’s good mood was tempered by guilt.
“Come here, my love,” he whispered, reaching out to find Jack’s face by touch and instinct in the dark, drawing him near.
Jack shuddered against him. “Thank all the gods in the heavens,” he said with feeling, wrapping his arms around Will like he was never going to let go. He fell still after a perfunctory kiss, however, and Will frowned to himself. He was unaccustomed to being the one doing the seducing; it had been the other way around, the first time, and more or less equal efforts after that. Still, as long as Jack thought he didn’t want sex, there were going to be no moves made unless Will made them himself.
He turned in Jack’s grasp, groping for the small satchel he’d been given earlier. Jack dropped kisses on his shoulder as he came back with a little clay jar.
“It’s a salve Sanna gave me,” he explained, holding it out to Jack. “I’m supposed to rub it on my skin to prevent marks as I get bigger. Technically I don't need to start using it yet, but...” He curved his body suggestively against Jack, tugging on one chin-braid with his teeth. “I thought I’d test it out. Want to help?”
He could feel Jack smile against the skin of his neck. “P'raps just to make sure it’s not goin’ to cause rash or an’thing.” Will chuckled, rolling himself onto Jack and groaning softly at the heat and the friction he’d denied them both for weeks now.
A press upwards against him let him know just how much Jack had felt the lack as well, but then he unexpectedly stopped. “Will, darlin’, you sure this is allowed?”
“In one form or another,” said Will, fumbling at the buttons on his shirt with fingers that were too eager to be anything but clumsy. Jack reached up to help him. “It isn’t a good idea to engage in the particular activity that got us into this situation in the first place,” he said, voice muffled by fabric as he pulled the shirt over his head, “but anything else goes until it becomes uncomfortable.” He sat atop Jack’s hips and ground down expertly, grinning at the way Jack threw his head back.
“Good on that,” said Jack a bit breathlessly. “How’d you come by the information?.”
Will was glad that his blush was invisible in the darkness, though Jack could probably feel the overly warm skin against his cheek as he leaned down again. “The women told me.”
“Without speakin’ it? I can’t imagine Sanna would’ve learned the appropriate words in either language.”
“There may have been some pictorial representations in the dirt,” said Will with a wince. “And, er, dramatic re-enactments.”
Jack burst out laughing. “How creative were they?”
“They managed to get across the idea of everything we’ve ever done, plus a few things I’m not sure are physically possible,” Will replied before losing all his breath in a low gasp as Jack brushed fingertips against nipples that had become entirely too sensitive. He slumped against the older man, hearing his pulse begin to race.
“Be sure to keep it in mind for after,” Jack murmured hotly. Then he fell silent under Will’s mouth, and remained mostly silent for a time.
“I missed you,” Will remarked later, arranging Jack’s hair baubles so that they wouldn’t poke him as Jack pillowed his head on Will’s belly. “I missed feeling like that.”
“Nobody’s fault but your own,” Jack said smugly, squeezing a sweaty hand and pressing his lips to the flesh beneath his cheek.
“I already apologized,” Will protested. “Don’t even think about setting off on a mission of retribution, because I will be forced to teach you a thing or two about paying for –” He trailed off when moonlight flooded their tent.
His small guide stalked in and tutted at them. Bending over the astonished pair, she forced a yell out of Jack as she yanked on his hair, pulling him away. She took Will by the shoulder and the hip, completely ignoring his nudity, and more gently directed him to lie on his side. Business finished, she stood, nodded crisply, and left as soundlessly as she’d entered.
Jack goggled after her. “What possessed the child?”
Will sighed, adjusting himself in his new position. “I’m supposed to sleep on my side instead of my back, later on – it’s better for the baby. I guess they want me to start getting used to it.”
Snaking up to wrap arms around him from behind, Jack said, “Think she was listenin’ outside to hear when we were done? Y’can’t fault timing like that.”
“I don’t want to think about that,” said Will with a tired sigh.
“Oh c’mon, we could give the children an education! Let’s have another go at it – I know you can be louder...”
“Go to sleep, Jack.”
“If I must. Good night, little one,” he added, anchoring a hand over Will’s stomach. Will covered it with his own fingers and smiled as he drifted off.
Nothing New Under the Sun (VI)
Jack spent the afternoon accepting toasts from various and sundry of the tribe’s prominent males. A family unit comprised of two men and two children, one aged five and the other barely a year, was brought to see him. They were a darling sight, but he imagined Will would’ve run screaming in the other direction.
As the sun began to sink beneath the horizon, Jack grew restless and lonely. The members of the crew who’d come aboard were drinking or sporting with single maidens and lads of the tribe and Will had not yet emerged from the large tent at the westernmost corner of the square. After politely refusing another congratulatory round (of his own stock this time; never again would he taste a drink that came out of a pineapple), Jack wandered over to the general area of the women’s abode. Two teenaged girls sat outside it, fanning themselves and glaring when they spotted him. He gave the tent a wide berth, finally spotting Will some ways down the beach. The boy was sitting with his knees drawn up in front of him, gazing out to sea.
“‘Ey,” he said softly, nudging his backside with bare toes.
Will shaded his eyes with his palm and smiled up at him. “Hello.”
“Mind if I sit?” Will shook his head and Jack lowered himself down, careful not to touch him. He peered more closely at Will’s face. What he’d seen this morning was even more pronounced in open air – an almost painterly softness, all angles and creases smoothed out. He hadn’t looked like that in weeks. Will lifted his head to the setting sun, closing his eyes to feel it on his lids, and Jack swallowed hard.
“You’re beautiful, you know that?” he said thickly, not caring if Will jumped down his throat. But the boy just opened his eyes slowly and smiled again. Much as he longed for peace between them, Jack was suspicious now. “What’ve they done t’ you that’s made you pleasant again?”
“Nothing,” said Will, stretching his legs out in front of him. “Just talk and advice.”
He’d nearly forgotten the purpose for their visit while he was tracing the sun-burnished highlights in Will’s thick hair, but he remembered now. “Found out how to rid yourself of the...the problem, then?”
Will nodded, a few stray curls falling into his eyes as he traced an oval in the sand. “It’s like you said – crushed herbs in some liquor. It’s a purgative and I’d be violently ill for a few days, but it would work the same as it does for a woman.”
“And did you get ahold of some?”
Will drew eyes and a nose in his oval. “Not yet.” Jack had to lean closer to hear him, his voice was so faint. “I – last night I felt it move. Sanna told me it’s too early, but I know I did.” His hand went to his middle as if by reflex and Jack’s eyes followed it, watching how he pressed lightly down. Not once had he seen him touch himself like that, with an obvious awareness of what lingered within.
“I’ve been able to deny it,” Will continued, rubbing his thumb in little circles, “even as I was complaining to you about every single annoyance and – and about everything under the sun, really. But I felt it, Jack, real as you sitting here right now. It was – it was inside me.” A hint of a smile played the corners of his lips, though it didn’t reach his eyes. “Also as you’ve been.”
“You want to have it,” said Jack, careful to keep any inflection out of his voice. This was Will’s decision; no matter what role Jack had played in the making, it was Will carrying it and would have to be Will bringing it into the world. Besides which, he wasn’t sure where to begin untangling how he felt about all this.
Will nodded once, casting a sidelong look at Jack, who still purposely revealed nothing. “I – I do, I think,” he said uncertainly. “It’s mine, and I couldn’t – I don’t believe I...” Words gathered in knots on his tongue and he paused, filling his palm with sand before letting it fall through his fingers. “It’s the only chance for children I’d have, anyway.”
“If you stayed with me, y’mean,” said Jack, voicing a great fear in a casually small comment.
Looking at him with earnest brown eyes, Will said quietly, “That’s not an if, Jack.”
“Well,” said Jack, clearing his throat to hide the sudden jolt of warmth through his veins. “Well,” he said again, more softly, with a smile curving his mouth into the shape Will liked best.
Will’s face was still anxious. “You haven’t offered an opinion yet.”
“And I don’t intend to,” Jack replied matter-of-factly. “This is your call, mate.”
“And you think your say doesn’t matter to me?”
“It should only matter insofar as I love you more’n my own life, and I’ll say aye to whatever it is you want.”
With a long, slow inhalation and one more glance out to sea, Will bit his bottom lip and said confidently, “What I want is to have this child, and to keep it, and for us to raise it together.” His resolve wobbled and he glanced at Jack worriedly. “If you’ll want us around, that is.”
“Stupid, stupid whelp,” Jack whispered, clasping him in arms that trembled only slightly. “That’s all I could ever want.”
Will burrowed between his neck and shoulder with a grateful sigh, starting and then relaxing as Jack’s hands slid under his shirt to caress a belly that was only faintly rounded and yet entirely different from the last time he’d touched it. The normally taut muscles were relaxed beneath his fingers, as if they’d been stretched until they weren’t much more than extra flesh. Jack was about equal in his tastes for hard and soft, which usually came down to man or woman; it really depended on the person to make him favor one shape over another. With this particular person, he found it impossible to choose which version of stomach he preferred, and decided that he didn’t care.
Will settled closer as Jack stroked him and kissed where his dark hair curled around his ear.
“‘S just that I don’t know if I’m brave enough for this, lad,” he said, drawing in a breath in tandem with Will.
“You needn’t worry,” said Will in a contented sort of voice. “Everything will be all right.”
“You say that like you know it’s true.”
A shrug lifted the shoulders under his arm. “I feel it.”
Jack chuckled and gave the inside of his elbow a pinch. “My dear William, you’re about as intuitive as the nearest outcropping of rock.”
“This is different,” said Will in that pragmatic way of his, that my-world-works-this-way-and-that-is-that assurance which had irritated Jack at their first meeting. He’d never before found himself hoping so hard that Will’s world didn’t do them both a cruel turn.
“Ah, I see,” he said gravely, trying to keep his thoughts from their sobering downturn. “A mother’s intuition, I presume?”
Will leaned away to give him a solid whap in the arm, grinning when Jack made a contrite face and pulled him near again. “If you think I’m going to let this child call me Mother...”
“Well, what are we going to be then?” asked Jack, circling the dip of his navel with a fingertip. “Papa One and Papa Two?”
Will frowned thoughtfully. “I suppose we’ll have to figure something out. But we’ve got about six months to live through first, so I don’t mean to fret over it just get.”
“Smart man,” said Jack, nuzzling his collarbone.
“I hope it gets passed on, because God knows you’re deficient.”
“And so funny, too!” Will got to his feet quicker than Jack felt he should be able to, dodging a lazy swipe.
“And faster,” Will called out, skipping backwards down the beach, “embarazado or not.”
Grumbling with good-natured irritation, Jack set off after him.
They dined with the tribe and drank late into the darkness, Jack with his rum and Will with an unfermented fruit juice brought by the little girl who’d taken such a shine to him. This time Will merely watched the dancers instead of joining in. He leaned back in Jack’s embrace, gazing at the whirling couples and the unattached youths who would probably be unattached no longer this time next year. He marveled at the way each man and woman fit as a part of the whole, how the community throbbed and pulsed as a living organism through crisis and sorrow. He’d never been able to find his place in Port Royal, not even when he’d gotten the things a man of his world was meant to have, but he’d found it aboard Jack’s ship. The Pearl’s crew was much the same as these people, isolated at sea as they were on their island. Of course, if pirates failed to harmonize they were far more likely to kill each other off, but the night was too pleasant for such thoughts.
Jack hummed against Will’s ear, tapping the rhythm of the drums on his thighs, hopelessly behind the beat. Will shifted, turning his head to distract him with a slow, deep kiss.
“Mmm,” Jack murmured against his lips when they paused for breath. His eyes glittered gem-like in the fire’s glow. “Have I mentioned how glad I am that you’re bein’ nice to me again?”
“Once or twice,” Will conceded. “We’ll see how long it lasts.”
“Always gotta be a challenge, don’t you,” said Jack fondly, tweaking his nose.
Sleepy with the warmth and the fresh roasted pork in his stomach, Will propped his chin on Jack’s shoulder to keep his head from nodding. The pirate captain nudged up off, standing to offer him a hand up. “C’mon, let’s head off t’ bed before you fall asleep and roll into the fire.”
“I don’t roll in my sleep,” Will complained as he stumbled after Jack in the direction of their small tent. “I sleep like a log.”
“Not lately, you don’t,” Jack replied, drawing the flap aside to let him enter. Will heaved a great sigh at the welcoming sight of the skins serving as bedroll. He dropped down and curled up, sanguine, as Jack shucked his jacket and came to lie down beside him. The pirate captain was almost skittish, scooting close but not touching, and Will’s good mood was tempered by guilt.
“Come here, my love,” he whispered, reaching out to find Jack’s face by touch and instinct in the dark, drawing him near.
Jack shuddered against him. “Thank all the gods in the heavens,” he said with feeling, wrapping his arms around Will like he was never going to let go. He fell still after a perfunctory kiss, however, and Will frowned to himself. He was unaccustomed to being the one doing the seducing; it had been the other way around, the first time, and more or less equal efforts after that. Still, as long as Jack thought he didn’t want sex, there were going to be no moves made unless Will made them himself.
He turned in Jack’s grasp, groping for the small satchel he’d been given earlier. Jack dropped kisses on his shoulder as he came back with a little clay jar.
“It’s a salve Sanna gave me,” he explained, holding it out to Jack. “I’m supposed to rub it on my skin to prevent marks as I get bigger. Technically I don't need to start using it yet, but...” He curved his body suggestively against Jack, tugging on one chin-braid with his teeth. “I thought I’d test it out. Want to help?”
He could feel Jack smile against the skin of his neck. “P'raps just to make sure it’s not goin’ to cause rash or an’thing.” Will chuckled, rolling himself onto Jack and groaning softly at the heat and the friction he’d denied them both for weeks now.
A press upwards against him let him know just how much Jack had felt the lack as well, but then he unexpectedly stopped. “Will, darlin’, you sure this is allowed?”
“In one form or another,” said Will, fumbling at the buttons on his shirt with fingers that were too eager to be anything but clumsy. Jack reached up to help him. “It isn’t a good idea to engage in the particular activity that got us into this situation in the first place,” he said, voice muffled by fabric as he pulled the shirt over his head, “but anything else goes until it becomes uncomfortable.” He sat atop Jack’s hips and ground down expertly, grinning at the way Jack threw his head back.
“Good on that,” said Jack a bit breathlessly. “How’d you come by the information?.”
Will was glad that his blush was invisible in the darkness, though Jack could probably feel the overly warm skin against his cheek as he leaned down again. “The women told me.”
“Without speakin’ it? I can’t imagine Sanna would’ve learned the appropriate words in either language.”
“There may have been some pictorial representations in the dirt,” said Will with a wince. “And, er, dramatic re-enactments.”
Jack burst out laughing. “How creative were they?”
“They managed to get across the idea of everything we’ve ever done, plus a few things I’m not sure are physically possible,” Will replied before losing all his breath in a low gasp as Jack brushed fingertips against nipples that had become entirely too sensitive. He slumped against the older man, hearing his pulse begin to race.
“Be sure to keep it in mind for after,” Jack murmured hotly. Then he fell silent under Will’s mouth, and remained mostly silent for a time.
“I missed you,” Will remarked later, arranging Jack’s hair baubles so that they wouldn’t poke him as Jack pillowed his head on Will’s belly. “I missed feeling like that.”
“Nobody’s fault but your own,” Jack said smugly, squeezing a sweaty hand and pressing his lips to the flesh beneath his cheek.
“I already apologized,” Will protested. “Don’t even think about setting off on a mission of retribution, because I will be forced to teach you a thing or two about paying for –” He trailed off when moonlight flooded their tent.
His small guide stalked in and tutted at them. Bending over the astonished pair, she forced a yell out of Jack as she yanked on his hair, pulling him away. She took Will by the shoulder and the hip, completely ignoring his nudity, and more gently directed him to lie on his side. Business finished, she stood, nodded crisply, and left as soundlessly as she’d entered.
Jack goggled after her. “What possessed the child?”
Will sighed, adjusting himself in his new position. “I’m supposed to sleep on my side instead of my back, later on – it’s better for the baby. I guess they want me to start getting used to it.”
Snaking up to wrap arms around him from behind, Jack said, “Think she was listenin’ outside to hear when we were done? Y’can’t fault timing like that.”
“I don’t want to think about that,” said Will with a tired sigh.
“Oh c’mon, we could give the children an education! Let’s have another go at it – I know you can be louder...”
“Go to sleep, Jack.”
“If I must. Good night, little one,” he added, anchoring a hand over Will’s stomach. Will covered it with his own fingers and smiled as he drifted off.
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Oh, god Jack, not the children! Hehehe!
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