Warning! This chapter includes adult themes that might not be suitable for all readers. Just giving y’all a heads up 🙂
~Nora’s P.O.V.~
I lay in my sleeping bag, with my eyes closed but sleep refused to come. I couldn’t help but over hear the conversation at the fire pit.
Chloe(lady with the braids): So….. what’s your take on the newcomer?
Tiffany(red-haired teen): I dunno…she seems pretty weak….will she be able to pull her weight?
Chloe: She’ll grow stronger. She just had a severe flu. I also suspect that she might be pregnant, but I haven’t had the chance to talk to her much further.
Tiffany: Pregnant? That’s just what we need… I think we send her on her way with soe herbs and provisions and wish her the best.
Chloe: That’s rather callous isn’t it? We took you in when your boat washed ashore. You were but a child if I might add.
Tiffany: Yeah, I guess you’re right. I guess it’s the same thing.
They began to discuss trivial matters and I stopped listening to gather my own thoughts. Pregnant? How could I be pregnant? Wouldn’t I have known by now?
Chloe’s son, Jake began to babble and giggle. I smiled at his cute little dimples. Would it really be so bad if I were pregnant? I shook my head and scoffed, Hello? Did we forget we stuck an some island in the middle of nowhere? I shook my head to clear my thoughts. I noticed Tiffany had gone to b ed, so I decided this was my best chance to get to talk to Chloe alone. 
I touched Jake on the head as I sat down by the fire, it’s warmth a gentle touch that touched your bones. I smiled apologetically, “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to eavesdrop but did I hear you say that I might be pregnant?” She stares at me, as if sizing me up, before answering, “It’s all right. I did it to Sam and Ross when we first crashed. It’s hard to sleep at first. Anyway, I have a hunch that you might be pregnant, only because you seem to be feeling better except for the constant nausea and vomiting. Is your period late?” I nodded, it suddenly hitting me, “Um, yes, but I thought it was because of the trauma I had been through.” Chloe nodded thoughtfully, “Not to pry, but were you sexually active?” My cheeks flooded with heat, “Yes. I was on the pill and my fiance always used a condom.” Again, she nodded her head, “Ok. Well how long have you been on your birth control and have you switched recently?” I thought long and hard, “Yes. I was on the pill starting about a year ago, but come to think of it, I did switch about three months from whenever I landed here.” She shrugged her shoulders and said, “Well, it’s hard to say for sure, but I really think you might be pregnant.” I felt a wave of joy surge through me which was quickly washed away by a wave of panic, “I’m scared.” I whispered. Chloe came and sat next to me. She put her arms around me reassuringly, “I’ve been on this island for two years. I had Jake here. I had to deliver him myself. If we’re not off this island by the time you have his baby, you’ll be in good hands here. I promise.” I smiled and found myself suddenly exhausted. I excused myself and I went back to bed, dreaming of children and babies all night long. 
I awoke early in the morning, before the sun had fully come up yet, to find Ross fishing from the river that ran next to our camp. I sat on the stump near him and cleared my throat so as not to startle him, “Good morning.” He nodded as he concentrated on his latest catch, “Feeling any better?” I shook my head, “Eh. I’m still nauseous sixty percent of the time, but I’m not so weak anymore.” He shrugged his shoulders, “That’s too bad. Whoa!” His line nearly jerked out of his hands as he fought to real in a big catfish. I cheered and pumped my arms in the air at the satisfied look on his face. He managed to catch three more fish as the day wore on. 
I noticed he looked rather weary so I offered to take over so that he could bring his catch to Chloe, to prepare for dinner. I stood on the shore, pole in my hand, with my thoughts to myself. I was still feeling conflicted by the thought of potentially being pregnant. How am I going to raise a child? Let alone on an island? But maybe this is the universe’s way of giving me one last piece of Scott to hold in my heart. I blew a frustrated breath out of my mouth. Worrying was going to get me nowhere. 
As the days went by, I watched Chloe with Jake and how happy he made her. I felt the edges of my grief turn into slivers of hope. 
Even though we were all on this island, Jake seemed happy, never knowing anything different. Sam had made him a few wooden toys and kept them in a crate. Jake could often be found inside the crate playing with them. Sure, it wasn’t easy, but somehow, Chloe made it look like it was all worth it. 
Pretty soon, the evidence was clear. My slowly expanding stomach grew ever so slightly, but big enough to make my grass skirt uncomfortable. Chloe dug around the odd s and ends they kept here, and managed to find the maternity pants she wore when she was pregnant with Jake. I accepted them gratefully. 
That night, I was roasting my dinner when Tiffany came in from the gardens and began to eat as well. She took one look at my pants, “So it’s true? You’re pregnant?” I nodded , my mouth full of food. She looked funny for a minute before saying, “So….congratulations?” I smiled, “Thanks. I know it’s kind of a weird situation, but I am overall happy. Scared out of my mind, but happy.” She nodded, “Good. I have to admit, I didn’t want you here at first. I wasn’t sure if you could pull your weight, but I’m glad I never said anything. ” I nodded, “I understand. I have to admit that I overheard your conversation with Chloe when I first came here,” “What! You never said anything? Why?” I shrugged my shoulders, “I knew you were unsure of me and I figured that you just needed to get to know me is all.” She laughed, “Fair enough.” I grew serious now, “If you don’t mind me asking, how did you come to this island?” She took a deep breath and said, “Everyone here was on a plane together when it crashed. Except for me. My dad and I were fishing and checking his crab cages he had out in the ocean. It was how we made our living. I was 12. We were in the middle of hauling in a cage filled with crabs, when a shot rang out into the night. We never saw it coming. A nearby ship had sent a cannon ball hurtling towards us. My dad shoved me onto the deck and out of the way. The cannonball hit the hull and we immediately began taking on water. My dad and I tried furiously to bail us out, but we were sinking swiftly. We had had an inflatable raft, but it too had gotten a hole in it. My father managed to patch it up but it couldn’t hold both of us without reopening. So he put me on the raft and sent me adrift. I never saw him again. I was adrift in the ocean for a few hours but I woke up and the raft had been pushed to shore. I huddled in the raft, until a few hours later, Ross had come down to go fishing and he found me…… ”
We both had tears in our eyes when she was finished. She stood up swiftly and walked away, “I tried to go after her but Chloe intercepted me, “It’s okay. She is kind of a loner. She’s going to her thinking tree. She does this when she’s sad. ” I nodded but said, “I just feel bad because I’m the one who asked her about it.” Chloe shook her head, “She needed to talk. That was the first time any of us have heard her talk about that day in a long time. Just give her a little while. She’ll be fine.
So I eventually went to bed. Chloe and I shared one of the shelters, while Ross and Tiffany each had their own. 
Jake snuggled into HIs mother’s arms and gave a big yawn, which brought smiles to his mother and I’s faces, “I guess that’s our cue.” she said dryly. 
It was Sam’s night to stay up and keep the fire going and watch the camp. I usually slept best when Chloe or Ross watched the camp, but it is what it is.
Don’t get me wrong, I like Sam. He’s a nice guy, but he is so focused on fixing the small radio he found a few years ago, that he can be very oblivious.
I shivered furiously as the fever raged through my body. I had been drifting in and out of sleep for some time now. It could be hours, even days, at some point I began having vivid flashbacks and nightmares. 
Every morning, I would walk the beach, hoping for some sign of life from anything out there, but nothing and no one else had survived. Days after I had started building my shelter, debris began washing ashore. I gathered up what I could, making several trip to and from the beach. I fashioned a canvas as a mosquito shield around my “bed”. Which was basically a bunch of seat cushions and fluffy things piled onto crates. The biggest thing I had ever hauled was a bathtub. It was a mystery to me as to how it washed ashore, but intended to take full advantage of it. 
The Jameson Legacy 
