Washed Ashore

Part 8

A year passed since the moment Tobias told me he loved me and apart from me and him ageing a year, I had also gotten pregnant. It took a while for us to realise and I of course just kept blaming the amount of food I was consuming since I had gained a large appetite.

Another thing I had gained was an appetite for Tobias' dick. I feel like ever since my first time we had not stopped having sex. 'Well obviously stupid, that's why you're pregnant.' My conscience told me.

"Tee, are you all good?"

I was sitting on the beach, looking out into the sea. To think it had been a year (according to Tobi's calendar).

He sat behind me after putting down the firewood. I positioned myself between his legs, resting my head on his chest.

Small kisses were planted on my cheek and my neck, making me sigh in contentment.

"I'm good. Just thinking."

He questioned, "About?"

"Coming here, home. The normal."

There was a question I wanted to ask Tobi but I don't think I wanted the answer.

"Your face is telling me you have something to ask me." And as always Tobias could read me like a book.

I smiled and asked, "If we get off this island, will we still..., be together."

"Teresa," he started immediately as I finished my sentence, "Even after we get off this island, I still want to be with you. You and our child will live under the same roof as me as long as you're willing to do so."

"Yes, of course."

He took my hand in his and kissed it, his other hand rested on my stomach. "I don't think the baby is developed enough to be kicking, Tobi." I chuckled.

"Doesn't matter. As long as the baby is healthy I don't care." He stood up brushing his hands on his thighs, he helped me up. "Let's go before sundown."

"Yeah, sure. Then I'll give you a nice long massage since you're carrying all three of us on your back." I laughed.

He shook his head and adjusted the firewood to hold in one hand to hold my hand with the other. "Anything for my family."

As promised after we ate, I had to persuade him onto the bed before I could rub the lotion onto his back and give that well-deserved massage.

"Now that you've massaged me, when will I give you one." He asked me, spooning me.

"I don't do much though, Tobi," I said, honestly. Most of the time I cooked and filled our water supply, and Tobias did everything else.

"Carrying a child is a full-time job, Tee."

"I'll think about it," I concluded.

He snuggled into my neck, "Well let me know as soon as possible or otherwise you won't be able to lay on your stomach." 

Lulled into a dreamless sleep.

The sun barely rose when I shot out of bed and ran outside to throw up. I was able to make it a few paces away from the cabin. It wasn't long till I felt Tobi's hand on my back rubbing up and down.

This action suppressed my gagging reflexes that seemed to be uncontrollable.

"Feel better?" He asked, fanning my face with a fan I made.

I nodded and breathed in and out.

Suddenly we heard an engine in the air, it sounded like-

"An airplane, Tee go to the beach and light the fire. Go now!"