Over the next few days, Jack and I cleaned up the house, to make it more comfortable for us. Jack would follow me around the place while I worked on random things to keep busy, usually asking questions. Eventually, I just gave him the journal and told him to write what he was thinking when we met.
"Jack?" I asked one evening.
"Hmm?"
"You said you loved someone before me, what happened to her?"
"I don't really know, love," he replied, "Hell if she ever saw me again she'd murder me." I laughed, kissing his cheek.
"What did you do to her?"
"Took her innocence."
"What?!"
"She said I could, sweetheart." I nodded, resting my chin on his shoulder. "She was going to be a nun," he added. "I mistook the convent as a brothel."
"How do you mistake those two?"
"They're both full of women."
"Different outfits, Jack." I kissed his neck, noticing the mark I had left on him fading. "And I highly doubt a brothel has any type of statue in it. I've never been in one though, so I wouldn't know."
"There are no full-size statues, maybe little trinket sized ones, but definitely none that would be in a convent." He touched my hand. "Could we stop talking about it, my love?" I nodded, kissing him.
"I won't ask any more questions, about your past," I whispered. I sat back in my chair, gazing at him.
"I don't mind. I just prefer not to talk about my past lovers. I know you'll have questions, but I want to focus on us."
"I understand." I leaned closer to him, to get another kiss, but before we could I felt a cramp in my stomach. "That shouldn't be happening," I muttered.
"What shouldn't?"
"I," another cramp, "I need a moment," I told him, running up the stairs.
When I came back down, Jack looked up at me concerned. "What happened?"
"I thought I was done, but apparently I'm not."
"You're usually done by now."
"I know," I whispered, "something just doesn't feel right." He got up hugging me.
"I love you."
"I love you too, Jack." I kissed the spot where my mark was.
"What are you doing?"
"It's fading. I don't want it too. When we leave we're taking some of those scents with us." He laughed, pulling my lips to his.
"You can fix yours if you let me give you one." I smirked going back to his neck, sucking gently at the spot, making it darker. "Careful," he whispered.
"Did I hurt you?"
"No, love." He pulled me towards his chair and sat down. He then pulled me onto his lap, my legs over the arm of the chair. I laughed, kissing him.
"Where are you putting it?" I asked, wrapping my arms around his neck.
"Where I usually put it," he replied.
"Well, you usually give me more than one."
"Only one today, dear. I'll put where I mark you as mine." I nodded, kissing him again. He started kissing down my jaw, towards my soft spot, "I know you like it when I do that," he breathed. I smiled as he started working on it, alternating between sucking and kissing. I tilted his head back up, melding our lips together. I winced, pulling away.
"I think I should lay down," I whispered. He nodded, letting go of me.
"I'll be there in a minute."
"Okay." I made my way upstairs, crawling into bed. A few minutes later, Jack came in with a hot pad.
"Where does it hurt?" I showed him, and he placed the pad over my lower stomach. "If it get's too hot let me know."
"I will." I scooted over, making room for him. He laid down next to me, touching my stomach. "You really are an amazing husband, Jack," I whispered. "Most men wouldn't do this."
He smiled, "Is it helping?"
"Mostly."
"Good." I closed my eyes, placing my hand over his. "It's worse this month isn't it?" he asked.
"Yes, Jack. But this is my first time, in a long time, not being on the ship. Remember it was also bad the first few times on the Pearl."
"I miss my ship." I laughed, looking over at him.
"I do too, Jack. We'll get it back someday. I know it." He grinned, kissing my cheek. "But for now we'll work on finding the fountain."
