Will Junior woke up as the sunlight began to stream through his window. And then he remembered. His dad was home! He jumped out of bed and ran to his mom's room, his parent's room now. He stopped at the door instead of bursting in like he wanted. His mom had taught him never to burst into her room as she might be changing and he was too old to do that any more. He heard a gasp and then a moan.
Mom must be just waking up too, he thought. He knocked on the door like he'd been taught and heard a groan from his dad and a smothered giggle from his mom.
"It's going to be hard to restrain myself after ten years," he heard Will grumble quietly behind the door. He heard the bed move and someone shuffle towards the door. The door opened a crack and his mom peeked out at him, holding her shift closed around her.
"It's a bit early yet, Will. Your dad wants to get a little more sleep. Why don't you go outside and play for a little while." She looked meaningfully at him and motioned with her head for him to go on.
He felt disappointed but he remembered the talk mom had with him the day before. She had explained that they would all need time with his dad to adjust to their new life together, but that mom and dad might need a little bit more quiet time together alone to discuss things. He nodded his head obediently and reluctantly turned away as she closed the door.
"You know, you're going to have to explain sex to him soon," he heard his mom say in low tones as he walked away. He couldn't catch what his dad said in response, but he heard his mom squeal loudly with laughter before the bed made a heavy noise as if she had been thrown upon it.
He got dressed and went outside to play, wondering just what sex was. He played with his wooden figures of pirates and soldiers by the creek. He was sure that his dad had a lot to teach him about sea life and pirates. He was so happy that he was home.
He had watched his mom a lot over the last few years and she had been very sad sometimes. But today she had never seemed happier, now that he was home. He smirked. And the other boys would stop making fun of him, calling him those horrible names and saying he didn't have a father at all. He'd told them, but they wouldn't believe him. He couldn't wait to show off his dad.
It had been a long time with just his mom and him. Not that he remembered a lot of it from when he was a baby, but he knew that they could be a family now. He picked up a wooden figure and put it at the helm of his toy ship. "Captain Will Turner," he said, "my dad." He smiled. His dad was home for keeps.
These are not my characters. I simply borrowed them from the brilliant screenwriters for the length of this story.