This is a fictional account.
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"These are the culprits!" Em exclaimed teasingly and gave John's testicles a firm but gentle squeeze as he lay on the frond mat by the fire pit.
They had just finished another glorious bout of lovemaking and both their tanned bodies glistened with perspiration in the late morning sun. John lay back with his arms under his head. His flaccid cock draped across his left leg, wetter than the rest of him with their combined cum. Em squatted beside him, letting his newly deposited seed drip from her to the sand below.
"What?" John claimed innocently, but also with a smile for her.
"You know what I'm talking about, daddy," Em declared.
"You're sure then," John said and made certain he was upbeat sounding.
"John, it's been a week now and still nothing. I can't imagine any other answer, can you?" Em asked.
"I guess not," John said, smiling and rising up to kiss her. "Congratulations, mommy!"
"Thanks, daddy," Em said, kissing him back ardently.
"I love you," John said.
"I love you too," Em replied.
"I guess our ideas for contraception didn't work so well?" John mused.
"Yeah, I guess letting this thing," and she wiggled his flaccid cock, "make deposits way up inside me and then hoping to rinse them out in the sea wasn't the brightest of our ideas for contraception," Em agreed giggling.
"I believe you're right about that," John stated and laughed with her.
"Even so, I'm going to do it again," Em said and took off in a hurry for the water.
John scrambled to his feet quickly and chased after her. She had too much of a head start plus she was fast anyway. She reached the water and dove right in. He followed seconds later. They surfaced practically together and John wrapped his strong arms around her from behind. The water felt delightful.
"Didn't we just say this wasn't going to help?" John expressed. "Now that you're past worrying anyway."
"I didn't come in here for that," Em professed with a laugh. "I just wanted to get cool and clean."
"Good idea," John agreed.
He hugged her tightly as they floated in the gentle surf. He kissed her neck and his one hand teased a distended nipple.
"Don't you ever get enough," Em complained but with a snicker.
"Not of you, babe," John proclaimed.
"You know, they're feeling different I think," Em said.
"What?"
"My nipples, they seemed to be more sensitive," Em claimed, gently pushing his hand away.
"You think that's a sign?" John asked.
"Maybe," Em replied.
"Well, good," John stated and dunked her and him under the surf.
They playfully wrestled in the water for a while until both were cooled off and bored. They exited the water together like two bronzed beach bodies from Baywatch. Accept both of these bodies were completely nude as they walked back to camp hand in hand.
John set about catching gulls again as Em cleaned up the morning meal. They had a list of four or five different things they could eat each day between crabs, fish, gulls, remaining smoked turtle, and clams. But the routine was becoming increasingly boring and they both hungered for something different in their diet. The bananas helped but even they were becoming less exciting to their palates.
John caught two gulls, cleaned them for supper, and brought them back to camp. Em wasn't there, so he started the smoker and hung both of them in there. He would fully smoke one and the other they would roast and eat later. After he was done, he walked down to the beach looking for Em. He spotted her down the beach, way past the nose section of the plane, which was still visible in the surf. He could see she was looking for clams and contemplated walking down to help but instead just sat down to watch her.
He felt he had a lot to think about as he watched the white bikini clad beauty bend to dig for a clam. Her long blonde, sun bleached locks flowed exotically in the breeze. The last few weeks had been incredible with Em but now they had some serious decisions to make. Since it looked like she was indeed pregnant, would they be able to stay on this island or be forced to venture off?
With the routine of catching the gulls requiring him to sit for long hours waiting patiently for the birds to appear, land, and take the bait inside the trap, he had plenty of time to observe things. He had noticed that more often than not, the birds flew in from the northwest. He was starting to take that as a good sign that the closest land must be in that direction, if they could just make it there.
John thought the idea of giving birth on the island was risky for Em and the baby. Certainly, it wouldn't be the first time a woman was forced to give birth without the aid of doctors and in a hospital but the thought of putting Em through the dangers associated with that didn't appeal to him. 'She must be thinking that herself,' he imagined, 'but her youthful exuberance for everything working out fine might also be coming into play.' He had to think about this and talk with her about what was best for the baby.
His thoughts turned to how they could ever get off this island anyway. For over a week now, he had mulling around in his head an idea. It would take a lot of the bamboo available to them but they could try to construct a raft. The idea he had was to make the raft out of bamboo but then utilize the plastic rafts from the plane on top of the bamboo as further support. He could build a seaworthy raft from just the bamboo but the added benefit of the rafts lashed together on top would give them added safety. If the bamboo raft were to ever break up in heavy seas, they could always continue on in one of the plastic rafts. Even lash them together and use one for supplies.
The risks and pitfalls were enormous and he tried to tell himself not to minimize them. But he also knew that staying here and doing nothing might be equally as dangerous. The longer they waited too, the more pregnant Em would become. If they were going to attempt this, he wanted to do it while she was still strong and agile just in case things got rough. He also knew that the summer was rapidly approaching. The summer and especially the fall in the lower Caribbean meant hurricanes. They had survived one good storm already but nothing like a full blown hurricane.
He was so deep in thought, Em had to yell three times as she approached to get his attention. He looked up to see her within fifty yards and struggling to carry the heavy turtle shell full of clams. He got up quickly and ran to her to relieve her of her burden.
"Oh, thank god, my arms were about to break," Em exclaimed as John took the turtle shell filled with clams.
"Wow, someone had a good clamming run," John effused.
"Yeah, there seems to be a lot of them down that way," Em stated.
"Good ... these will make great soup," John claimed.
"What were you thinking about when you were sitting here?" Em asked as they passed the spot where he sat going back to camp.
"About how beautiful you are and how lucky I am," John mused.
"That's nice but why the worried look then. I would think you'd be smiling about that," Em said jokingly.
"Okay, you got me there. Actually, Em, I was thinking about if we should stay on this island or not?"
"I thought we'd been over this and decided to wait for rescue, at least until we're forced to leave for water or something?" Em questioned.
John set the turtle shell down near the fire pit, "Your pregnancy changes that."
"Why? I'm not afraid to have the baby here with your help," Em proclaimed.
"Em, it's not safe for you or the baby. What if there is some complication? This is your first child. The first is usually the most difficult for a woman."
