Jessica and Kylan were married two summers ago, bought there first house together last summer, and are spending this summer at the beach planning the rest of their life. Jessica was laying on the sandy slope, watching her soul mate, splash around in the misty blue water, on the coast of the Pacific Ocean.
“Find me a seashell,” Jessica cried from her towel.
“Anything for you,” he cried. He collected her three different colored shells. She clasped them in her baby glass hands, and a smile overcame her. She smiled at her husband.
“I have something to tell you,”
Kylan stared at Jessica’s blue eyes and she exchanged glances at his brown eyes.
“What is it honey?” he asked.
“I’m pregnant,” Jessica said happily.
* * * *
Nine months later 23 inch, 10-pound Tryst was born. Jessica and Kylan and their newborn son were now a family. They sit in the hospital waiting for the okay to go home.
“I never want this moment to end,”
“I know!” Jessica replied
* * * *
Forty years later, Jessica and Kylan, retired sit back at the coast of the Pacific Ocean.
“Forty years of marriage and we are still going strong,” Kylan said.
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