In the shower, Ginny once again, had a strange craving. This time for pancakes!!!! So, without hesitation, she headed for the kitchen to make some. As this was France, she could have been tempted to make crepes suzettes, but decided not to, because that meant cooking the meal 'flambe', something even she wasn't ready to try out. So she opted for good old fashioned pancakes.
By then, a whole troupe of adventurers and tourists arrived, drawn in by the delectable smell of Ginny's cooking. She was thankful that she'd made a big batch of pancakes to go around everyone, and sat down to eat hers first before they'd all gone.
Considering it was 'off season', Base Camp proved to be very popular and was fully occupied, every room had been filled. So Ginny and Brosie had been very lucky to grab a room when they had the chance.
After serving breakfast, Ginny and Ambrose settled down to eat, and were joined by a few folks, who chatted amiably to them. And amongst each other.
Ginny, not wanting to be rude, pulled out the book she'd stashed in her hand luggage, prior to the two of them travelling, and stuck her nose into it.
She was just getting to a really juicy part, when one of the tourists, a certain Ri Hui On, leaned in and whispered quietly....
"So, when's the baby due?"
Ginny blushed. Ambrose didn't hear him - or at least he pretended not to hear, instead, he strode over to the windows.
"Oh wow," he enthused, ", hey Ginny, I love those shutters. Wonder what they'd look like in our place!"
Meanwhile, Ginny was feeling VERY umcomfortable indeed.
"Um," she stuttered, trying to think of something to say.
"Oh I know," he replied, "you've got that tell-tale pink glow about you."
"Um," she flushed even harder, "I've, er, just, er showered .... and, er, the water was lovely and hot."
"I am sorry," he said after a long pause, "I was wrong in making that assumption, forgive me?"
Ginny sat there wondering if that was actually true. If she really WAS pregnant. After all, they only did 'it', twice. Once was during the wedding party, when they couldn't keep their hands off one another.
The other time was, the next morning. In the shower.
No, she thought to herself, surely not. Not THIS quickly.
Ambrose, wanting to try out the traditional greeting, decided to introduce himself. Which went down really well.
"We're here on our honeymoon," he enthused, "we were at the Nectary yesterday, and hopefully we'll be visiting La Gallerie d'Art. I hope the weather stays nice, so we can walk there and have a picnic in the grounds."
"What a great story this would make!"
Ri smiled and handed him a map.
"Is this where you're intending to go?" he asked pointing to the large museum-like structure.
"Yes."
"I think you'd be better off hiring some scooters then, it's a fair walk from here."
"Ah, ok, thanks."
Ginny approached, distracted about the prospects of being pregnant, and thoughts of achieving her LTW 'Surrounded by Family', just as Ri was telling Ambrose the opening times and the latest exhibitions.
"Guess where we're going today sweetie?"
"I haven't a clue."
"La Gallerie d'Art, and if we're lucky, we'll be able to see the Egyptian relics that are on load this month."
With that, he pulled her into a hug, Ri looked on approvingly, before excusing himself, muttering quietly.....
"... ah, young love....."
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