still laughing when we join the queue for Greg’s to get the cupcake I promised Harlow earlier when the old lady in front turns around.
“Ohhh, how cute,’’ she gushes, her hands pressing against my baby bump. I’m frozen at first, my face turning bright red before turning my stunned gaze over to Harlow to see she has the same wide eyed expression as me. “How far along are you? My daughter could never give me Grandkids. They are so precious, babies.’’
I’m completely speechless. I know she’s asked me a question, and I know I should answer, but I don’t feel like she’s actually asking me. She wakes up bean, and I want to shake the ever loving shit out of her. I’ve spent most of our shopping trip either being watched, or in a toilet because of bean pressing down on my bladder. Now this lady comes along, whom, may I add is a stranger, not only touches me, but wakes her up.
I’m pissed.
Like, mama bear pissed.
Who in their right mind would think touching a pregnant ladies bump would be okay? Especially a stranger who could flip out and attack them over it. It’s like my belly has a sign on it saying touch me, I’m a baby.
“Dear, she just kicked,’’ she gushes loudly and I’m about to tell her no shit, I’m the one carrying her, until my mouth snaps closed in a tight lipped expression when she reaches out to grab her husband’s hand, placing it on my bump before I can even tell her no.
“Oh yes, how lovely,’’ he smiles at me, obviously not seeing my complete and utter terror. I feel Harlow snicker against me and I give her a warning glare to not encourage them further.
Too late.
“Our daughter could never have grandbabies. We were so disappointed,’’ he tells me sadly and that’s when I snap.
“Well you’re not having mine so get your paws off my stomach now, both of you,’’ I snap, stepping backwards.
“Watch your manners young lady,’’ the old lady scolds.
The nerve! “Manners? Where were your manners when you just had your dirty mitts all over my stomach?’’
“That is no way to talk to your elders,’’ the man says calmly, and I give him a glare, narrowing my eyes at him.
“I’m sorry. Would it have been more polite if I had started rubbing my hands all over your stomach?’’ then snap my mouth closed when I realise how that sounded. My face reddens further when Harlow spits out a laugh and I turn, grab her arm and stomp away.
“The nerve of some people. What is it with people today? Have I got something on my back?’’ I ask turning to give her my back, but don’t give her the chance to answer. “I cannot believe she stood there, touching me, violating my personal space then acted like I was the one who was in the wrong. Seriously... who the hell do they think they are?’’
“I don’t know, but your face was a picture,’’ she laughs, then holds her phone up for me to see the side profile of my face, looking pissed, open mouthed and wide eyed at the old bag who touched me.
“At least I have a picture of her so I can remember who she is. Shit, she freaked me out,’’ I shudder, and then shudder again when the hairs on the back of my neck stand on end. The feeling of someone watching me starts to freak me out and I start taking notice of our surroundings, not seeing anyone I recognise, out of place, or even the old bag from earlier. I even checked twice for her and her husband.
“What’s up?’’ Harlow asks and I snap my head to hers startled.
“Sorry. It’s nothing. Come on, let’s go get me an outfit for my date, then maybe we can try to brave the queue again without being mauled,’’ I giggle, but it’s forced, my mind still on the feel of someone watching me.
Luckily, by the time we hit the last clothing store, I find what I want. It will go perfect for mine and Mason’s date tonight.
Because I’m still unsure of where he’s taking me I decided to keep it fancy casual. You know when it’s not fancy, but it’s not a jeans and t-shirt kind of place either. So I decided to go with a deep green maxi dress that has a white and green patterned scarf around the waist. When I tried it on the scarf came above my