"I like it." Theo kissed Kaia's forehead, a hand on her seven month belly, careful not to put any weight on their growing child.
"You like it." Kaia scoffed and adjusted the scarf wrapped over her face. "That makes one of us." She lifted her eyes. "I miss fresh air, and the sun. I worry this'll have some kind of detrimental affect on him."
"You keep saying him. What makes you so convinced we're having a boy?"
Kaia rubbed her belly, she shrugged. "I don't know, just a feeling. He's lively." She met Theo's eyes. "You've felt him."
"I've felt our child." Theo's eyes smiled, his face hidden under a mask. "I'm not willing to guess a sex."
"I wonder if we'll have to find a little mask, some cloth, something for his face." Kaia groaned. The skies were still full of ash, they had been for the past six months. After The Fall came the fires.
They were in Utah now. It was the first place they went. Theo said the homes of Mormons with their storerooms of food and supplies would serve them well. He'd been right a thousand times over. It seemed they could live here for the rest of their days, if their only concern was food and shelter. But Kaia was tired of the harsh gray skies. Tired of wearing a mask so as not to breath ash. She wanted to go northwest, where it rained, where she hoped the sky would be clean.
And so they did. They filled their truck and a trailer with as much food as they could manage and set off. They didn't have any particular place in mind, they decided they would know it when they saw it. Kaia wanted to live where the sun shined and the skies of ash abated, that would be a good place to raise a child.