Robbie Kay/Peter Pan Imagines [Not Taking Requests]

Imagine #5- Cabin Boy (Robbie Kay as Cabin Boy)

I awake to the aroma of fishy salt water and a pungent odor of rum.

“Mmmm…” I moan, sluggishly sitting up on my cot letting my bare feet dangle off the end and rubbing sleepiness out of my eyes. I stretch my arms up and make a weird screaming sound.

“Good morning, love.” Noah, known as the ‘Cabin Boy’ by my father, Blackbeard, and other crew members, says sitting up near me and rubbing his hand soothingly on my back in wide circles.

“What are you doing in here? You were supposed to go back to your room last night.” I say turning towards him.

Yeah, Noah is my boyfriend, but my dad doesn’t know and we keep it a secret. Let’s just say we were a little ‘Lovey Dovey’ last night and not go into all of the details.

“I just wanted to make sure you were okay.” He replies, smiling warily.

“That’s very sweet of you, but you better put your shirt on and hurry of to your quarters. You know how my father is.” I say with disgust.

“Okay, Jessica. Whatever you say.”

He hops up and grabs his shirt, or should I say lump of cloth with numerous holes all around it, from the floor and slips it over his head.

“Love you, Noah.” I say, not knowing when we would be able to be together in private again.

“Love you too.” He says before he creeps out the door and closes it behind him not making a peep.

Ugh. I’m still so tired. I sit up and get ready, pulling on an old dress and leaving my hair down in its natural brunette waves. As always, I go barefoot. Shoes really weren’t a thing on our ship.

I skip over to the door and walk out to the deck and over to where my dad was standing.

“Good morning, Papa!” I say and give him a big bear hug around the waist. Blackbeard was not as greedy as most would think. He did have his soft spots.

“Hello, darling. Ready for another exciting day at seas?” He asks, bending down to my level.

I glance around and see Noah, flashing him a small grin before I turned all my attention to my dad again.

“You bet!” I say, punching my fists in the air with excitement.

Really, though, I was getting pretty bored with my life. Everyday was the same: I would clean, cook, wash dirty clothes, repeat. By the end of everyday I was utterly exhausted.

The day went by and we had a large feast of freshly caught salmon. I skipped the party and went to my room. I stumbled into bed, not even bothering to change out of my dress and instantly passed out as soon as my head touched the pillow.

*One week later*

My eyes flutter open. I moan in pain and realize a horrible soreness in my stomach. It’s so bad I could just-

I ran out the door as fast as I could and vomited over the side of the boat and into the dark and murky ocean below. Many crew members stare at me awkwardly.

What the hell? I don’t have a fever. I don’t feel like I have a fever. Nope, not a cold. No throat soreness, no stuffy nose. Maybe I ate something weird…

“Jessica, you okay?” Noah asks, coming up behind me.

“Ya, it’s just-“ I begin, but throw up over the side of the ship again.

“Maybe you should get back to bed.” He says with a worried look on his face.

“Ya…” I say, and he helps me back to my room.

I lie down on the cot clumsily and stare up at the wood ceiling as Noah tucks me in.

“What happened? I don’t even feel sick…” I mutter.

A look of knowledge floods Noah’s face. I take in a deep breath as I realize what he is thinking.

“No, you don’t think-“

“Jessica, I-I think you’re p-pregnant.” He stutters flatly.

No. This is not happening. Suddenly I feel lightheaded and feel as if every part of my body has stopped working. Pregnant?! No, this was not happening.

“What will my dad say? What would he even think?” I wonder aloud.

“I don’t know, but let’s keep it a secret for now.”

“Okay.” I mumble.

*Eight months later*

Just a few days after realizing I was pregnant, I finally broke down and told my dad. He was furious, of course, but also couldn’t wait to be a grandfather. He had also surprisingly allowed Noah and I to continue dating, and I couldn’t have been any more pleased.

Just yesterday I gave birth to twin boys (I know what you’re thinking: TWINS?! THAT’S NUTS!!! Well let me tell you, it’s insane. But somebody’s got to do it). I named them Auden and Reilly, after my dad’s middle name and Noah’s father’s name. Auden was born first by nine minutes, and boy, did we get a surprise when Reilly came out. But I love them very much, and Noah was thrilled to have two sons.

“They’re so beautiful. Just like you.” Noah says as I hold my new sons, cradling one in each crook of my arm.

“I think Reilly looks a lot like you, Noah.” I say, pushing a blonde strand of delicate hair out of his bright blue eyes.

“Well, Auden is the spitting image of you.” He replies. He did have my brunette hair and hazel greeny brown eyes. They were both so handsome.

I smile at Noah and kiss all three of their foreheads.

“How about you get some rest, love.” Noah whispers softly in my ear, giving me a backwards hug.

“Well, I’m not saying no.” I chuckle.

Adults aren’t exaggerating when they say kids, especially infants, are a lot of work. But they are even more correct when saying that they are completely and utterly worth it.

“You think you can manage putting the boys to bed?”

“Oh yeah, piece of cake.” He says, reaching down and grabbing both out of my arms. He kisses my forehead one last time before heading out the door to the nursery.

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