“I’m going to climb the North Face of the Eiger.”
“Don’t be stupid. You’re not that good a climber.”
“Give me some moral support. I’m not asking you to climb it with me.”
“It’s just that so many people have died trying. The 1936 expedition five died, and there’s been more than sixty since. Please don’t do it. I’m pregnant and I want the baby to know his Dad.”
“Pregnant.” Vanessa smiled .
Glen embraced her. “No I won’t go darling. Not now we’re going to be a family.”
Vanessa kissed him to arousal. She hoped she could conceive quickly.
Thank you for hosting Friday Fictioneers Rochelle and thank you to Marie Gail Stratford for the photo prompt.