The ocean waters receded in the early morning hours, just as dawn’s light kissed the beach. Kimber walked along the shore hand in hand with Ethan. When they found the old ship’s anchor half covered in sand, a treasure revealed by the outgoing tide, they pondered its origin.
“I wonder where this came from?” she asked.
“Or how long it’s been here,” echoed Ethan.
Leaning back against the rock, Kimber saw the anchor as a sign that it was time to reveal her own secret.
“I got the call. I’m pregnant.”
Ethan’s embrace was all the reassurance she needed.
[My entry into the Friday Fictioneers challenge by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields.]