"Come on, Nina," Jared cheered her on. "You can do it, baby!"

She was maybe three metres away from the top, staring up at her boyfriend smiling down at her over the edge. She was sweating, tired, her arms were aching, her fingers sore. Jared had picked a route that pushed her beyond her limits. She didn't want to disappoint him, but the last three metres looked like the fucking Northface of Mount Everest.

She pulled herself flat against the rock, taking one hand off the ledge, shaking it out, letting blood flow back into the limb. She checked the carabiner, the rope was safe. Fuck knew how she ended up agreeing to this, despite her better knowledge. But Jared had a way of convincing her. Damn him and those puppy dog eyes. Damn her for falling for it. Every single fucking time.

She huffed and concentrated on the rock. She was smaller than Jared, which meant she couldn't use the same ridges and ledges, as he could do longer moves. Squinting her eyes in the sunlight, she looked up, searching the rock for the right route. She found a ledge for her fingers, another one for her foot. Slowly and carefully she inched forwards and upwards, until she finally saw his outstretched hand in her line of sight and he pulled her up the last few centimetres to the top.

She crawled away from the edge on her knees, breathing hard, turning around to take in the view.

"Next time I pick the route," she panted. "Fuck, that was hard."

He chuckled, sitting down next to her. "But so worth it. I'm proud of you, babe. This was a challenging climb for you."

"No kidding," she huffed moodily. "Not everyone has as long arms and legs as you do."

She wiped the sweat off her forehead, flexing her fingers.

His arm wrapped around her shoulders, pulling her into him and he kissed her softly on the lips.

"Come on now, stop being grumpy. You've been moody for the past couple days."

"I am not grumpy or moody. I'm fucking hormonal."

"Your period's coming?" he asked, ever the understanding boyfriend.

She went quiet and bit her lip, avoiding his eyes. Shit.

"Babe?"

"It's not my period," she said.

They had talked about this eventuality. Several times. They had both agreed that if it happened, it would happen. Preferably at a later point in time though.

Well, later had come a whole damn lot sooner than she thought, when she'd peed on a stick two days ago and it told her she was 6-8 weeks.

"I'm pregnant, Jared."

She said it quietly, but she knew he'd heard. Her fingers fiddled with her harness nervously.

There was a moment of silence, before his hands engulfed her shaking ones. "We're going to have a baby?"

She nodded, still unable to look at him.

"We're going to have a baby," he breathed, before he tilted her head up, kissing her passionately.

When she pulled away, he was beaming.

"You're okay with this?" she asked cautiously.

"Of course I am, aren't you?" he said excitedly.

"Yes, but we'd said later, as in not now..."

"Fuck later. We're going to have a baby!" He engulfed her in his arms, peppering kisses all over her face enthusiastically.

She laughed, relief and happiness flooding through her, and kissed him back. He jumped to his feet, spread out his arms and yelled at the top of his lungs: "We're going to have a baby! I'm going to be a dad!"

His voice bounced off the rocks, echoing.

She shook her head smiling at his antics.

"Holy shit!" he suddenly exclaimed, his hands flew to his head, running through his hair, before he turned to her with a look of sheer horror on his face.

"What?"

"I made you climb up this mountain!... O my god, why didn't you tell me before?! What if something happened?!"

She shook her head, getting to her feet and walking over to him. "Firstly, I did say I wasn't feeling up for it."

"But-"

She stopped him with a finger on his lips. "Secondly, I'm not ill. I'm pregnant, only six or eight weeks along. So let's not quite freak out just yet. There's plenty of time left for that."

He grinned down at her with that particular look.

"What now?" she asked tentatively.

He slid his arms around her waist. "Can't wait for that 'horny stage' you'll go through." He wiggled his eyebrows.

"Well, if you want some of that...," she said, her hand moving lower, rubbing over his crotch, his member springing to life instantly. Her lips were a breath away from his.

"Yeah?" he whispered, eyes darkening.

"You'll have to get me off that mountain first."

He did.

It was the longest descent ever. He wanted to make sure she was safe and climbing next to one another is quite difficult. She rolled her eyes at his protectiveness, but at the same time loved him for it. Even though she had a feeling that the next seven or so months would be very, very long.

~ Fin ~

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