We were married within a month.

The first morning I woke with nausea, I felt rotten. The second: jubilation. Mere weeks had passed since we first made love, but I swore I could already feel a bump.

We laughed, kissed, hugged; fell asleep with bodies intertwined. Life was a dream.

Guy forgot to submit this story last month. This is his twentieth 50-word story.

Editor: See part 1 and part 2 of Guy’s ongoing story.