A/N: Guess who's baaackkk? Yup, it's me. And I have a new chapter after about a million years of leaving you guys hanging. Chapter 21!
Chapter 21: Surprise
Sydney wished she could just freeze the moment. Or crawl into a hole and die. Or do anything as an alternative to turning around and seeing who had caught her and Will in the act. It was either Elizabeth or Jack and both options were horrifying. She turned slowly and saw not Elizabeth, not Jack, but… the maid.
"Oh, Lord!" she exclaimed. "I am so sorry! I was just coming in to clean up. I didn't mean to… interrupt."
"Mary, it's alright," Will said soothingly. "I just need you to not speak a word of this to anyone, especially Jack or Elizabeth. Can you do that?"
"I don't know, Mr. Turner…" she said uncertainly.
"Well, decide now," Will replied crisply. "I need to know if I should be looking for a new maid."
As soon as she knew her job was on the line, Mary was on board.
"Of course, Mr. Turner," she said quickly. "I won't say anything."
"Thank you," he said warmly. "I appreciate that."
"But if I may make a suggestion," continued Mary. "Mrs. Turner just went upstairs to show Jack the room for the baby and I hear them on the stairs now. They're coming."
Sydney felt a sick feeling in her stomach at the mention of the baby, but it was quickly replaced by horror. She and Will scurried around, picking up and yanking on articles on clothing scattered around the room.
"I can't find my trousers!" Will said in a panicked whisper.
Sydney looked at his terrified expression for a second and promptly burst into laughter.
"Stop laughing!" Will hissed. "You wouldn't find this so funny if you were the one without pants."
"Well, luckily, I do have pants," Sydney said, smiling.
"Help me look!"
"Will, there's no time," Sydney said, the footsteps getting alarmingly near. "Hide in the closet!"
She pushed him over to the closet and shut him in, silencing his groan. A split second later, Jack and Elizabeth emerged, chatting happily.
"Hey, Syd," Jack said, smiling and kissing her. "Where's Will?"
"Oh, Will?" Sydney said in a high-pitched voice. "Ummm, I don't really know…"
Jack and Elizabeth gave her identical quizzical looks.
"I believe he said he was going for a walk," she said quickly.
"Oh, alright then," Elizabeth said. "I guess we'll meet up with him later." She sat down on the couch and promptly stood up again. "What am I sitting on…?" She grabbed the object half under the couch cushion and half sticking out. It was Will's pants. There was a moment of dead silence.
"Are those Will's?" Jack asked.
"Yes, they are," Elizabeth said. There was another pause. "I really wish he wouldn't leave his clothes lying all over the house!"
The tension was gone and Sydney laughed in relief.
"Some of men's habits you just can't break, huh, Syd?" Elizabeth said.
"Yeah," Sydney agreed. "It's not just men, though. I guess we all have habits we can't break."
A week later, Jack was lying leisurely on the bed while Sydney was in the tub. She had been feeling quite sick recently and baths helped a little.
"How are you feeling, love?" Jack asked.
"Alright," Sydney replied. "It's so strange. It's always horrible in the morning, but then it disappears as the day goes on."
"That is strange," Jack mused. "Well, I'm sure you'll be good as new in a few days."
"I hope so," murmured Sydney. It was most peculiar. Whatever sickness she had was unlike anything she'd ever experienced before. Usually, she would be sick all day for a few days and then she would feel better, but this was keeping her sick and vomiting in the morning and healthy in the afternoon. As she was washing up, something occurred to her.
"Jack, what day is it?"
"Um, Thursday," he said. "Why, love?"
"Just wondering," she replied. That was odd. Her courses were regular, so she should have started by now, but…
Sydney tensed with horror. No blood. Vomiting in the morning. Feeling sore and sick. Oh, how could she have been so blind?
"Jack, I need some water, I'll be right back," she stammered, getting out of the tub and wrapping herself in a towel.
"Alright, love, don't be long," he said, winking.
Sydney scurried down the stairs and found Will sitting alone with a drink in his hand. He looked rather haggard, and Sydney knew it was from keeping their secret. They had slept together only twice more since the time they had been caught by Mary, but every time was more dangerous than the last. They were determined to keep it absolutely under wraps, but it was difficult to control themselves around each other.
"Syd," he murmured. "Hi."
"Will, we've got a serious problem," she said grimly, sitting down at the table across from him.
"What?" he asked, instantly alert. "Has one of them found out?"
"What is it?" he said, horrified.