She shrugs. “Your child is makin’ me crave the weirdest things.”
Chuckling, I shake my head. “Why am I not surprised?”
I drive past the B&B and continue until we get to the county road. When we get to Eldorado, I head downtown to one of the donut shops on the corner. Kaitlyn’s face lights up when she spots it. I love how something so simple makes her happy.
After we get a dozen donuts in all flavor combinations, we grab two bottles of milk, then sit at a small table by the front windows.
“These are so good, I just had a foodgasm,” she says around a mouthful.
I burst out laughing, grateful no one else is in the lobby area to overhear us.
“So you gonna tell me what you have planned for us today?”
“Thought we could do a little shoppin’.”
Her jaw drops, then her face splits in two. “I swear. It’s like you’re downloading my thoughts. I was just thinkin’ I needed to start my Christmas shopping.”
I shake my head. “This trip is for you. Thought we could work on our registry, maybe get some baby things, and you a new wardrobe.”
She tucks her lips in her mouth. “I might cry.”
“Oh no.”
“Sorry, I’m not used to feeling so emotional over every little thing. Thank you.” A few tears spill down her cheeks.
“If you keep that up, people are going to take away your hard-ass card,” I tease, though I enjoy seeing this vulnerable side of her.
That makes her snort. “You better keep my secret safe.”
“Always.” I wink.
When we’re done eating, we head to San Angelo. On the way, we chat about the rescue and how well Fancy’s improving.
“Zach’s really attached to her,” she tells me. “I swear I overheard him telling her all about Lilia and how he can’t wait to see her at school.”
I laugh. “What a stud. Makes me happy he’s grown so close to her,” I admit.
We pull into the mall, and I love seeing her excitement. I’m tempted to interlock my fingers with hers when we get inside. I want the world to know she’s carrying my child and I’m in love with her, even if she doesn’t see it.
The first store we go to is full of baby clothes and toys. The many options are overwhelming, but Kaitlyn is like a kid in a candy store. I ask the clerk where we can register, and she directs us to a kiosk in the back. Once we sign up, we download an app on our phones, then start scanning things.
“I’m going overboard,” Kaitlyn tells me after she’s added at least fifty items.
“This is cute,” I say, holding up a stuffed buck toy with a big rack. It looks majestic.
“It is!” She scans it. “This is the fun part of being pregnant. Oh my goodness, look at this.”
Kaitlyn holds up a onesie with a heart and a pony on it. “I don’t think I can leave without buying this. I’d have so much regret if someone didn’t choose it.”
“There’s no regretting anything. We’re gettin’ it.” I wrap my arm around her shoulders when I spot another one.
It says, My Mommy is a Queen and I’m a Princess.
“We’re getting this one too.”
She squeals. “That’s so cute!”
After we’ve spent over an hour in the store, we purchase the things we couldn’t live without, then hit up another one. It’s the same song and dance as the first.