“I need to focus on things we actually need,” she tells herself. “Or we’re going to have a million clothes she’ll probably never get to wear because she’ll grow so fast.”
“Or we can just have another girl and reuse them.”
She meets my eyes and grins. “Our luck, it’d be a boy.”
This makes me laugh. “You’re right. No pretty princess onesies for him.”
We look at the cribs, car seats, breast pumps, and maternity bras.
“Jesus, I never realized how much shit we’d need,” I say when we pass several aisles of baby gear and furniture.
“Right? Just imagine how women did it before all this stuff was invented.”
“And before air-conditioning,” I add.
“Fuck that. These hot flashes are enough to burn our house down. I can’t even imagine not having it.”
I love how she calls it our house.
After stopping into a few more places, Kaitlyn gets tired. So we take a break for lunch, which always seems to give her more energy, then make our final stop at the maternity clothes store.
“I might spend all my money in here,” she says, touching the different shirts and jeans. This is the happiest I’ve seen her in a long time.
“I know you bought some things off the internet that you hated, so I thought maybe you could find a few cute-ass outfits.”
She laughs. “Will you help me?”
“I’d love to.”
One of the associates comes over and helps Kaitlyn. They laugh and make jokes about some of the patterns of clothes. Considering Christmas is just around the corner, there are a few sweaters with candy canes and reindeer that look like uteruses.
“Can he come inside the dressing room with me?” Kaitlyn asks.
“Absolutely,” the associate says, unlocking one of the rooms. It’s large enough for a family of five.
When we’re inside, Kaitlyn reaches for the hangers I have in my hand and looks at them.
“This one is kinda sexy,” she says, and I turn to help her change. She huffs and groans, but when she’s dressed, she tells me to look.
“Okay, this is adorable,” she admits.
“Looks great on you,” I tell her, smiling at how happy she looks.
She places her hand on her belly. “This is so comfy and slimming. I’m actually excited to try on everything else.”
Each time she changes, I put the clothes back on the hangers. The last outfit is a maxi dress with long sleeves, but it makes her tits look huge.
Kaitlyn notices me stealing a glance. “The girls look great, don’t they?”
“There’s no denying that, but then again, you’ve always had perfect tits.”
She chuckles. “Serious question…”
“Shoot.”
“Would you have sex with a pregnant woman?”
Heat rushes to my cheeks, and I smirk. I know exactly what she’s asking, but I refuse to give her the answer she wants. “Depends.”