The baby shower is this weekend, and she has nothing to wear as she wanted to wait closer to the date since she didn’t know how big her belly would be by then, so I plan on fixing that.
The brief break from baseball has been nice because after tomorrow we have our first game of the World Series.
It feels like everything is coming to an end, while at the same time, that the best chapter is just beginning.
We decide to go shopping at a small boutique across the border in Canada about an hour away, to avoid being spotted and bombarded by fans.
We walk hand in hand down the cobblestone path, with small businesses lining the street on both sides. It’s like we left the big city for a Hallmark small town.
Teagan waves at a young girl, who smiles excitedly back as she waves, phone in one hand likely taking pictures or recording us.
“Is this okay?” I ask because while we agreed that we’re dating, I want to be sure she’s okay with the world knowing too. Not that we have much choice after that girl posts those photos online, though we could play it off as being friends if she wants. Although, I really hope she doesn’t. Because I want to love her out loud.
She squeezes my hand tighter as she says, “Yeah, it is.”
Fuck, I don’t know if I’ve ever gotten butterflies before, but I think I just did.
We duck into the dress boutique, and a man greets us immediately.
“Hi, let me know if you need any help.”
We both say hello and continue walking through the store, with more dresses around us than I thought could be humanly possible.
“I’m overwhelmed,” Teagan admits as she turns to me.
“Why don’t we narrow it down to a color. What color do you want to wear?”
“I don’t know the theme or anything, and while it would be cute to wear pink because we’re having a girl…”
“Pink doesn’t suit you,” I finish for her.
“Exactly,” she surmises.
“Let me find you a dress.”
Teagan giggles, then straightens when she realizes I’m not kidding. “Oh, you’re serious?”
“Yeah. I think I know what you like. Let me pick a few things. You try them on and if you hate them all, then we try somewhere else. I just want to take this load off of you.”
“Okay, yeah,” she agrees and sits on the chaise in the changing room area as I begin my search for something she’d like.
I immediately go to the section with the black dresses, knowing this is her preferred color. With a few dresses on my arm, I then look for blue dresses, because that’s also her favorite color and for Blueberry.
After a few minutes, I return with a stack full of dresses that I set up in her changing room.
I take Teagan’s spot on the chaise and call out, “I want to see every dress you try on.”
“Ugh,” she grumbles as she closes the curtain, making me chuckle.
Moments later, she opens the curtain with a timid smile on her face.
“What do you think?” she asks as she twirls slowly in a circle. My hands ball into fists as she does, because this dress is skintight with an off-the-shoulder sleeve, the body of the dress hugging her every curve and belly. It’s black, with cut-out pleats that flow out at her thighs that are navy blue.
It’s the one I liked the most when I picked it off the rack, and I’m glad she likes it too.
I stand and approach her as she holds out her hands to me. I take them as I take her in up close, unable to believe how someone can look this beautiful.
The only thing I can think she’d look better in is a wedding dress, but I’ll keep that to myself.
