The lady behind Bashas’ bakery counter handed Creed the bag of donuts.
I snatched it out of his hand, opened it, pulled out the chocolate covered, chocolate buttercream filled donut, opened my mouth huge, shoved in as much donut as I could get, bit down and chewed.
Creed stared down at me.
I stared up at him and chewed.
Creed looked to the bakery lady.
“She’s eating for two,” he shared.
Her eyes went down to my enormous belly then they went back to Creed.
“This was not lost on me,” she replied.
I swallowed and shoved more donut in.
“Give us another of those, would you?” Creed asked.
“On it,” she muttered.
My Creed.
Totally genius.
I shoved more donut in and Creed looked back at me.
Through donut, I announced, “While we’re here, we need to pick up some Snickers.”
Creed blinked.
Then he tagged me behind the head, forced me to do a face plant in his chest and burst out laughing.
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Four months later…
“I feel the hot coming through my shoes,” Kara and Brand’s cousin whined.
My eyes swept to Kara and Brand.
Kara was looking at me, lips twitching.
Brand was pressing his together, probably so he wouldn’t say anything.
He lost this fight and opened his mouth but not a word came out before…
“Brand,” Creed warned low and I looked at him to see him tuck our son, Jesse, tighter to his chest.
I loved that.
Loved it.
I looked back at Brand and his face was red, not from embarrassment, from trying to keep his mouth shut.
I burst out laughing.
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