Avery
I thought about it, but haven’t yet.
Parker
Not me.
Hunter didn’t reply yet, and the others were going around in circles, trying to figure out who had hired someone. I brushed it off and put my phone away in my purse.
“Avery has challenged me to spend as much money as possible.”
“Smart man.”
“I should be responsible with Parker’s money…”
“Fuck that. Let’s hit up some expensive boutiques after this. I’ll tell him I bullied you.” Maggie smirked and held up the pile of baby clothes we’d chosen. “Do you think we’ve got too much?”
“No such thing as too many baby clothes.”
As we checked out, I let my hand rest softly on my bump. I couldn’t put my finger on it, but something wasn’t quite right.
It was probably gas.
“Can we stop at a coffee shop before the next store?” I asked Maggie while our items were bagged up.
“Sure, I won’t tell Parker that you drank coffee.”
“They have decaf, but also I’m craving a frappe.”
“In that case, we’re going to the nearest drive-thru.”
Twenty minutes later, we pulled up to Maggie’s favorite boutique with our drinks in hand.
She took an appreciative sip of her chocolatey concoction. “Nectar of the gods.”
“Ten out of ten,” I confirmed, taking a sip of my own.
“The clothing here is always so cute,” Maggie said as we got out of the car, “and the team that does alterations are sweethearts, so if any of the items fit weird, they can correct it.”
“I feel like everything will fit weird at this phase, but it sounds like a great service.”
The little shop was gorgeously decorated in pastel spring shades.
I was immediately drawn to a selection of denim and flipped through the offerings. I had only been wearing stretchy things, but a couple sizes up should work.
It took less than a minute to find a cute pair, and a staff member was immediately there to collect it and take it to a fitting room for me. I followed after, waving to Maggie. “I’ll be right back, I need to try these on.”
My pregnancy symptoms weren’t particularly painful or bothersome yet, but I felt more sluggish lately and less like myself. A cute pair of jeans would make me feel better.
I stripped out of my leggings, pulled the jeans up, and struggled with the zipper…but it was useless. The button was nowhere near closing. Did I finally have enough of a bump for maternity wear? “They won’t do up!”
Maggie peeked through the curtain with an amused smile. “Why do you sound excited about that?”
“I need maternity jeans!” I squealed, pulling Maggie in for a hug, a wave of giddiness hitting me. “I was barely showing the first five months. This is a milestone!”
“Okay, fair. Let’s celebrate you rounding out, then!” Maggie giggled.
We were both chuckling as I went to take off the jeans. I hadn’t even gotten them past my ass when frantic footsteps sounded. “Excuse me, do either of you own a pink car?”
