She chased after the frisbee. She felt her joy soar, as she slid over the ice. But she did catch the disk. She waited to get her balance and then tossed it back. She moved off the ice patch over to the flakey snow. Greg went to return the disk to her but she quickly tackled him. They rolled in the snow. "This is more fun than frisbee". He laughed and pulled her up.
It had been snowing for 24 hours and all the roads were closed. The whole town was home bound. He lifted her up into his arms and carried her into the house. She inwardly purred. She loved these moments , but she was afraid that it would make a baby. Her big secret was that she was on the pill. But Greg said it again "Lets go see if we can make a baby." For a moment she froze in his arms.
The phone rang. It was for Greg, She grabbed her camera and took photos of the snow. It was an attempt to clear her mind.
Greg's head poked through the door, "Why do you want a baby? she asked. He stammered." Don't all woman want to get pregnant?" "No" she replied.
"Is that why we're standing outside instead of playing in bed?" " Yes, Are you mad , are you going to leave me?" "Of course not , I married you for you, not your eggs. Surprised she fell into his arms and cried.
About the Creator
Antoinette L Brey
I am an elder in a time of freedom. I am now retired. All i want to do is have fun. Without a daily routine, my imagination is one of my only salvations. I am not planning on writing a book, it is just for my own pleasure
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The complication of a couple's goals, very good story
A very beautiful story!