She leaves the room, and I remove the sheet, pulling my dress down over my belly.
Xander sticks with me as I check out and make my appointment and then walks me to my car.
“See you at home.” He bends and kisses my cheek before turning and heading for his truck.
Butterflies explode in my stomach.
We’ve been together for three years and my husband still manages to make me feel all fluttery inside.
“Shit,” I say, suddenly. “Mommy didn’t say shit,” I add a moment later, looking down at my tiny bump.
But Xander and I totally forgot our anniversary. We always celebrate both—the one where we got married in Vegas, and then again in August when we got married in front of all our family.
With the excitement of the afterglow of our vacation, the chaos of the move, and then baby, it slipped both our minds.
Also, pregnancy brain is totally a thing because I forgot where I put my toothpaste the other morning.
It was in the drawer, where it always is, for the record.
I finally get in my car and head home. Xander has beaten me there, since I stood in the parking lot for so long. I head inside and find him out back with Prue.
“Hey,” he greets.
I take a seat on the deck step, since we haven’t gotten an outdoor set yet.
“We forgot our anniversary,” I announce.
“No we didn’t, it’s August eighteenth.”
I shake my head. “No, the other one.”
His lips part. “Oh.”
“Yeah,” I grumble. “I feel better that you forgot too, because you never forget that kind of thing.”
He chuckles and takes the ball from Prue, tossing it for her to catch. “We’ve had a lot going on. So what do you want to do for our belated anniversary?”
I grin. “Let’s keep it simple—Jaws and McFlurries.” I do a little dance where I sit, because McFlurries are the best.
He smiles, throwing the ball again. “Sounds good to me.”
We’ve probably watched Jaws at least two-hundred times—at least it feels like it—but it never gets old.
“I’ll get the ice cream,” he says, taking the ball from Prue and starting back to the house. “You get the movie and popcorn ready.”
I clap, excited. “I can handle that.”
I hop up and follow him inside.
He grabs his car keys and heads out, taking Prue with him since she loves to ride in the car.
I put the popcorn into the microwave and get some drinks ready. By the time Xander gets back, I have our popcorn and drinks set up on a tray on the couch and the movie is ready to go.
Prue comes running in and jumps up on the couch.
“Hey, girl.” I pet her head and she snuggles beside me.
Xander hands me my Oreo McFlurry and I eye his M&M one with distaste.