The fish were biting today. It would be a good dinner tonight Ezekial thought to himself. He still had some of that old bay seasoning, unopened and preserved. Maybe it would be a good night for it. If Sarah would let him celebrate. But she was always worried. Worried about the next meal, the next winter, the next night sleeping in their tent. She lived with worry, and by choice, Ezekiel did as well. 

He was never one to stress. Things came, things went. For him that was how it always had been. His line tugged again and he reeled in another large fish. It was enough to provide not just dinner tonight but breakfast tomorrow. Ezekiel began to pack up his gear, to leave the rest of the bounty for nature.
He returned to their camp a short while later. Sarah sat on a makeshift chair, made from an old splintered tree trunk. She was shucking the corn they had harvested from a nearby overgrown farm. A good dinner indeed. He looked at her now, her brown skin sweaty and glowing in the sun. She was beautiful.  He should tell her that. He sat the fish down in front of her.
“A good catch.” he spoke softer than usual with her.
She eyed the fish. Then looked at him, her eyes small and concerned.
“It is.” She thought some more before speaking again. “A good time to open that old bay.”
That caught his interest,
“Oh Yeah? Feel like celebrating?”

She took his hand then, and made sure he was listening.
“Yes. Ezekiel. There is something you should know, I’m pregnant.”
His heart was instantly full. He looked at this beautiful woman soon to be the mother of his child. He brought her in close, hugged her a little too tight. He was full of joy, and excitement at the news. During the embrace he looked to his haul of fish, to their small campground they called home. The easy things they had, just the two of them. And the thought of adding another. Another mouth to feed. Another person to protect. He held Sarah close. He would never speak it, but now, after all the years together, he was the one who was worried. 

The next chapter.