...two months later...
"Oh my God." She slapped a hand over her mouth. Struggling to her feet, Mille fell to her hands and knees just beyond the door of the hut and promptly barfed up everything she'd swallowed for the past three days. Steve sat up, rubbed his eyes and cringed.

"Millie?"

"Go away." she gurgled.

"Millie, what's wrong?" He ignored her order and got down on his knees beside her. Doing what any good man would, Steve swept her hair back as she continued to purge. It was over in a few minutes and she began to sob.

'Aw, honey. Is it something you ate?"

"You ate the same thing I did. You're not sick."

Steve scratched his head "What could it be Mil?"

"Jimmy crack corn and I don't care. I just want it to stop. I feel like shit." Mille no sooner finished the statement before she added. "Well, that passed. What's for breakfast? I'm starving." She might have added that her breasts were sore too but he'd have only offered to massage them and she was too hungry for that right now.

Steve placed a hand on her forehead. "You don't have a fever anyway."

'Of course I don't have a fever. I puked, that's it." Brushing her forearm across her mouth, she got up and nonchalantly kicked some sand over the puddle she'd left. Millie walked away as if nothing happened.

"Hey. You left the seat up!" Steve barked as he cringed again. He moved away before he got a dose of redundant barfing. "Mil, I'm worried about you. This is the third day in a row you've done this. At least you're not losing any weight from it but...

"Huh?"

"You heard me. I'm pregnant and I'm ninety-nine percent sure it’s yours. There's always the outside chance of an immaculate conception."

"You're pregnant?"

"How many times do I have to repeat it before you comprehend? I am with child."

"There's still the point-zero-one chance that it was an immaculate conception."

"Come on Millie. Don't burst my bubble." He followed her as she walked toward the surf. Splaying his arms he moved in front of her. "Listen to me. I love you Millie. I really do. Don't ask me why but I do."

"Why?"

"I told you not to ask me why."

"Do I ever do what you tell me?"

"Yeah sometimes. How do you think you ended up in this condition?"

"Point taken." She stopped and crossed her arms over her sore boobs. "You know Steve. I really do love you too and its not because you're the only man around. It’s because you're funny and cute and you put up with me."

"Aw Mil." He wrapped his arms around her and squeezed her tight. She let out a yelp as her elbows dug into the tender flesh on her chest.

"What did I do?" he asked as he jumped back.

"They're sore."

"I'm sorry, Mil. Would you like me to rub them for you?"

How fucking predictable. She could have come back with something sharp and snappy but not this time. Why ruin his jubilation. The next several months were bound to let a little air out of his tires anyway.

"I don't think it would help right now but thank you. Could you get something for us to eat? I need to wash up."

"I can do that." he nodded. "Maybe you shouldn't go into the water alone though. Maybe you shouldn't be standing right now. Mil, I'm really worried. We don't have a doctor here. Who's going to take care of you? Who's going to deliver the baby?"

"Steve, I'm fine. I can take care of everything I could take care of yesterday ...and you're going to deliver the baby." She would have said more but he'd passed out cold on the sand.  

His eyes flickered then opened. Millie was squatting over him, fanning him with a big leaf. "Are you okay?"

He raised a hand and grabbed his balls. "I seem to be. What happened?"

"You fainted. I thought I was supposed to be the one doing the fainting but you managed to steal the show."

Steve sat up slowly. "Did I hear you right? You think I'm going to deliver our baby?"

"Unless a Obi-gyn-kenobi washes up on the beach, you're it."

"I'm not sure I can do this."

"Listen to me, Steve. If I remember anything before we ended up here, I remember my mother saying that if you eat the meal you gotta wash the dishes. You're half way responsible for this you know."

"I'm not denying it. I just don't know what to do."

"I don't figure its too difficult." Placing the leaf on the ground next to him, she used it as a cushion between her arse and the sand as she sat down. The white trousers she'd found were hard to keep clean without the help of a Maytag and a box of Tide.

"If we don't have a choice ...I guess we'll deal with it." Moments of though and fear passed before he spoke again. "What do you want? A boy or a girl?" he asked out of curiosity.

"It doesn't really matter to me." She turned her head to look at his face. "Are you happy about this, really?"

He smiled and draped an arm over her shoulder. "I really am." His right eyebrow went up suddenly and he cocked his head "Can we still ...you know. Make love?"

"I sure hope so. It's not like we have HBO here. What else can we do for entertainment?"

"Why does that sound a bit left handed to me?"

"You know I'm only teasing you, Steve. Have I mentioned that I’m hungry?"

"Oh, God. I'm sorry. You're eating for two now. How about a couple of scrambled eggs and some of that SPAM stuff we have? I can go find a few of those funky looking blue speckled eggs. It'll only take me a couple of minutes."

Millie's face suddenly went pale. She quickly turned her head away from him and puked again. Steve was still shivering when she turned back just and fast, wiped her mouth and said "Yeah that would be good. Get some pineapple too please."

His hand was clamped over his mouth when he got to his feet. He nodded to her and walked away to fetch the eggs from the nests in the jungle. This was going to be a rough few months for poor Steve. He had a weak stomach.

****

"Steve..."

"STEVE!"

"STEVE DAMN IT! Help me up! I'm stuck."

The daydream bubble burst and the reality of fluctuating hormones sent a dark cloud to hover over Steve's head. He moved over to her to help her up by putting his hands under her arms and lifting. He could have lifted a greased pig easier and held on better as her heels slipped in the mud and the two of them sat back down on the ground.

"Shit. Now I gotta pee and I'm hungry."

***************

Time passed and Millie grew...and grew. Steve had built an addition onto their hut which he proudly referred to as the additions addition. It seemed that Millie's morning sickness had subsided but it was replaced by something else. As the size of the baby increased, the size of her bladder decreased. She woke up at least three times during the night to water the bushes and Steve was now wishing they could get HBO. Their moments of affection were plenty but that's as far as it went. Everything that belonged to him a few months ago now belonged to the islands future resident. Even his share of the green Martha Stewart blanket was decreased as Millie's swollen belly required more of it.

Tonight he lay on his back next to her scooting as close as he could to prevent his hip and leg from being exposed. He turned on his side and spooned into her, placing his hand up on her tummy.

"What was that?" he asked, feeling some movement

"He or she is kicking."

"Really? Is that really what the movement was? Hot damn Millie I thought you were going to fart but it was really the baby?"

"I don't fart Steve!"

"Yes you do!"

"No I don't"

"Maybe you're not really pregnant. Maybe all that mass is from you being retentive."

"For Christ's sake." she laughed. "Give me your hand." Taking it, she placed it on the left side of her tummy and sure enough one little foot fluttered against it.

"Oh my God. That's amazing. He's a real bruiser!"

"She's a ballerina."

"What?" he chuckled "Mil, It doesn't matter. I love him or her already. I love you, baby."

She turned to her side and pressed her nose to his cheek. "I love you too, Steve." They shared a tender kiss. It grew slowly becoming more passionate as the moments ticked by. As awkward as it was he was, passion grew and the old twitch between Steve's legs signaled he could use a little nookie right about now. Millie was kissing his neck when she suddenly stopped to let out a yelp.

"What? What is it Mil? Is it time? Are you okay?"

"Yeah I'm okay. I really have to pee though."

Was the bird circling Mystery Island on this night a stork? Stay tuned.