“Because, you can’t be climbing in and out of my truck when you’re nine months pregnant—and I don’t think it’s that safe for a baby, and your car is too small.”
“We’ll make it work.” She shrugs, buckling her seatbelt.
Thea doesn’t like me spending what she calls unnecessary money—for example, buying a new car. But I view it as a necessity. We have to have something family friendly, and neither of our cars is that.
“We can always strap the little bean to a buggy and haul it behind your motorcycle.”
I narrow my eyes on her. “That wasn’t remotely funny.”
“It was hysterical.” She smiles widely.
“This is serious,” I defend, backing out of the garage.
“I really don’t think it’s that big of a deal,” she mutters. “We have room. Your truck is plenty big. It has a whole backseat for fuck’s sake.”
“Thea …”
“Shit.”
“Aw, dammit, I did it again … and again.” She slaps a hand over her mouth.
I smirk. “That’s three quarters for the swear jar. At the rate you’re going, you’re going to pay for Bean’s college education before they’re even born.”
“Stop.” She lightly smacks my arm in jest. “I’m not that bad.”
I raise a brow. “Really?”
“Okay, so I’m awful, but I don’t mean to be so that counts for something, right?”
“Whatever you have to tell yourself so you feel better.” I wink.
She pouts, looking out the window. I reach over and take her hand in mine. I bring her hand to my lips, kissing her knuckles.
I might pick on her for excessive use of swear words, and her overall dramatics, but it’s one of the things I love the most about her.
She keeps me on my toes. There’s never a dull moment.
I turn onto the next street and then into the strip mall complex that has the bookstore.
I park and Thea hops out. I meet her at the front of the truck and take her hand in mine. I glance down at her heels, shaking my head. I don’t know how she wears those things, let alone walks in them. Girls are talented creatures who don’t get enough credit.
We head into the store, and I ask one of the clerks for help.
Thea gives me a disgusted look, because she hates asking people for help. I, on the other hand, don’t want to waste my whole day looking for what I need when someone could easily help me.
“Everything you’ll need is here.” The clerk smiles, pointing down an aisle. “Do you need help with anything else?” she asks, smiling pleasantly at us.
“No, we’re good, thanks.” She scurries away to another part of the bookstore and Thea and I are left alone.
I squat down, reading the tit
les. Thea scans some books a few feet away.
I pull a couple out and lay them on the floor. Thea grabs a couple and then we head to the checkout.
“Do you mind if we go to the furniture store next door?” Thea asks, biting her lip nervously like she’s scared I’m going to say no. “We still need some things, and I’d like to look while we’re out.”
“Yeah, that’s fine with me.” I’ll be bored out of my mind, but it’s fine. “I guess we also have to shop for a nursery now.” I hadn’t thought about that. Babies are so small but they need so much stuff.