It had been a few days since the crew had decorated the two ships for the Yule holidays. With Jack and Ileen going between the cabin and the two ships. As well as stopping by Neddy's to keep the work up on her home, not to mention helping to decorate her place as well. At the moment, Jack would be on the Pandora, sitting at his desk in the cabin there. There wasn't much to really do at the moment, but he still found his way there. Plotting as he normally does.
Ileen had left before dawn, much like she did a lot of the time. When she returned, her arms were laden with brown paper wrapped packages and every few steps she had to stop to pick one or two up as they dropped to the ground. Finally, with God willing, she made beyond the cabin door and uploaded her arms onto their bed. "Why am I not shocked, Jack that you are in the same exact place you were when I left?" Tugging the coat off, it was tossed as well and she peered over at his desk. "What are you doing?"
He looked over to Ileen when she came in, with a brow rising to the arm full of wrapped packages in her arms. "That be because ye be knowing that there always be something going on in me mind." Leaning back a touch in the chair he was sitting in. "And I be thinking that instead of be having the Yule celebrations here. That we be seeing if Neddy be willing to be having it at her home." Lift of a hand to cut her off for a moment. "I be knowing that the crew be putting a lot of work into decorating the ships, but if ye be thinking about it. We be all that Neddy be having." Blasted wench. It's all her fault.
Perching herself on the edge of the desk, her legs were crossed injun style and she contemplated. "Do you think she would feel better at home at her house as opposed to here? We could yanno, spend the Eve at her house and bring her back here for the actual day. We could let her use the cabin..." Meaning their's. "And we could bunk over on the Sloop if we move somethings around." Or they could celebrate both days at Neddy's, but she would let him come up with that.
"I be thinking that she just might be feeling better at her home." A light nod to that, as he kept his eyes on her as she moved to sit on the edge of the desk. "But we should be asking her if that be alright with her first, before we just be showing up." He then moved to his feet and rounded the desk to stand in front of her. "I be fine with her be using the cabin. We could always be staying here."
"Aye, agreed. We will ask her." Reaching up, Ileen toyed with a button along his shirt and glanced up to him. "I'm proud of you." Not elaborating, it just was out there. Sliding from the desk, she closed the distance to the bed and started pulling the string loose along the previously discarded. "I had some tunics made for you. That woman seamstress, Annie I think her name is, she was running a sale for the winter." That would explain why two of his shirts had vanished several weeks ago.
He looked down at her toying with the button of his shirt. "That be the first time ye be saying that." Trying to tease her with that as he turned to take up a lean against the desk. Head tilting as he watched her for a moment. "Aye. I be knowing her. She usually be the one that the crew be going to, to be buying their clothes." As for his missing shirts. He just figured Ileen stole them to wear when he wasn't around.
"First time saying it, not the first time thinking it." A shrug as she laid the shirts out there on the bed. One was jet black and thick in wool for the winter, another in red and thinner, while a third was a deep cobalt blue and felt that of almost silk, but thicker. "I've been proud of you since the day we met. Just don't let it go to your head, it's already big enough. These should fit, if they don't, blame her. Your other's were becoming a bit thread bare." Turning, she held one up to him.
"That be a long time to be thinking about little ole me." Winking at her, before he looked to the three shirts, as he pushed off the desk to swagger up to her. Looking the shirts over, then back to her. "I be trying them on later." Leaning forward with a light kiss to the tip of her nose. "There be anything that ye might be liking to have for Yule?"
"I have everything I need already, Jack. Everything I could ever possibly need." A gentle smile there, she reached up to smooth his brow and her own furrowed just barely. "If there was one thing, beyond imagination, that you could be given for Yule. What would your wish be?" She was very serious and it was clearly apparent.
He nodded lightly to her answer, with a smile crossing his lips when she gentle touched his brow. Only to cross his arms as he started to pace. "If there be one thing that I be wanting for Yule?" Making it look like he was given it some serious thought. Nevermind that he was putting some distance between them, as he finally settled in a lean against his desk again, before he shrugged lightly. "I don't be needing anything more than I already be having, Ileen." Tilting his head at her.
Keenly aware of the distance now between them, Ileen nodded perhaps too quickly and turned to fold the shirts, all the while sinking her teeth into the corner of her lip. "You say that, but I don't believe you feel that. I believe there is something, but for whatever reason you hesitate to speak it, perhaps in fear of seeming selfish?"
He lightly shook his head. "Ileen. There be nothing more that I be wanting than what I be having with ye right now." Shaking a finger at her. "Or do it be surprising to be hearing a known knave of a sotting pirate to be saying something like that?"
"Not surprising, Jack, but I do know that you don't often think of yourself or allow certain things to be known." Turning to sink herself onto the bed, she was holding a smaller package between her hands and rolling it slightly. "I'll speak to Neddy later today, I promised her I would take some bread out to her to go with her stew. She insists you be present as it's the first time she's fired up the woodstove since she opened the house back up."
"It be keeping people guessing to what I be doing next." Pointing that out to her as he looked to the package she was toying with. "But I be honest in what I be saying. There be nothing that I be wanting, but ye." Then just to see if he could get a growl out of her. "Well maybe for ye not to be such a nattering she devil most of the time, but that be part of yer charm."
"Well, that will not be changing anytime soon, so you best just realize it's part of the ball and chain, as much a part of my charm." Spiking a glance of green's up to him, they held a long and amusing moment before she sucked in a breath and the flurry of words to follow would be hard to keep up with. "I was walking by the butcher shop earlier and for the life of me, I couldn't help but go inside. Jack, I was drooling over the roasts and the steaks, they were all so bloody but so incredibly inviting."
"That I be knowing, and it probably be getting worse as ye be getting older." Flashing her that pirate smirk of his, before his brows rose to her latter comment. "There be some in there ye be thinking about wanting to be getting?" Luckly for him. He was able to keep up with her bouts of saying things rather fast.
It was a well known fact that Ileen loathed red meat, so much so, there were times when just the sight of it made her vomit. Another bite of her lip given, she then blew her cheeks out and cleared her throat. The package in her hand lifted, it was given a motion and the inside gave off a muted rattling sound. Leaning forward, she rested it down onto his desk and rose to face him fully. "The evening Patrick pulled what he did, remember? We were minding our business, sitting on the porch talking?"
He watched her carefully as he knew that she normally hated eatting any type of meat, before tilting his head slightly to her mentioning that night. "Aye. " He nodded lightly as he continued to watch her.
Dear Christ, he was going to throw her physically from the ship, she wouldn't blame him. "The next day, I was set to go to the herbalist as I do every three months. I neglected to go, in truth, with everything going on, it slipped my mind. Then we didn't see each other for several days, I got so wrapped up in what was going on, it just didn't occur to me." Looking away from him, when she looked back, she was frowning so very deeply, to an almost marring point and just blurted it out. "I'm pregnant, Jack."
He was nodding along as she spoke, before those three words left her mouth. And he just stared at her for the longest moment, well it wasn't that long. But it was sure to seem like it as his mind had to process that information. " Ye be sure?"
"Aye, I am very sure." Cringing beyond belief, after she had spit it out, she was on the move for the cabin door and speaking what could only be called jibberish. "I know how you feel about it, we both agreed, I will take care of it. I shouldn't have told you, I am guessing." Her voice shaky, she sounded like a blathering idiot. The small package snagged up as she went by, she was gripping it near white knuckled.
But before she could get to far. One hand came up and caught her by the arm. "Then we just be needing to be seeing if we can be turning one of the rooms at the cabin, in to a nursery for the wee one." Oh bloody hell. Ileen might just faint now. "Ye not be doing anything it."
What?! Ileen stared up at him, absolutely dumbfounded and promptly burst into tear's. She didn't faint, but she was not certain she had heard him correctly. "You aren't angry?"
He shook his head at her, as he turned to hug the wench. With one hand moving along her spine, with the other stroking her hair. "There not be anything to be angry about, love. We already be having this talk a few times before, and we both said that if it be happening, that we both be willing to be dealing with it." Murmured to her. "Just be another path that we be walking together. Savy?"
"Savvy." Whispered, she leaned up and kissed him dead on the mouth, pretty hard in fact before she finally let a breath of relief rush free. Then she promptly changed the subject for some reason. In truth, she didn't even know what to think about it and had avoided what she had known. "We should have Roth and a couple of the men haul the kegs of ale and crates of liquor out to Neddy's."
He kissed her back as he let the moment linger between them, till she pulled back. With a smile casted down at her. "Alright. We should be heading that way to be letting Neddy be knowing the news."
Ileen stopped and turned. "We should tell people? Isn't there some old wives tale about making the announcement putting a bad luck hex on the child?" Taking the moment to allow this to sink in, she had not been expecting Jack to react like he was. Just the simple knowledge that she was carrying his child, brought the most fiery of blushes at the moment across her features and she swallowed the peach pit sized lump in her throat. "Is it safe to say it aloud?"
He tilted his head lightly on that. "Neddy be family, ye nattering wench. I be thinking that it be safe to be telling her, and maybe the crew. They be knowing how to be keeping things secret if they be asked." Leaning back to tap her nose a few times. "Unless ye not be wanting to be telling people, but Neddy might be a bit off in the head. But she still be a mother and she be able to be telling that ye be with a wee one."
