Page 58 of Soul

“I’ll get Lindy to babysit on Friday, and I’ll take you on a date.”

With that, I strolled down the path, whistling. But I felt Bryony’s stunned gaze boring into my back.

Bryony

“The children will be fine,” Lindy insisted as she herded me out the door. Spice, Pipe, and Fists were watching the kids, and I wasn’t going to lie, I was apprehensive.

Soul had laughed when I asked him if Ham and Maciwould be safe with the three older men. He told me to be more worried about coming home to an intact house.

“I don’t know…” I muttered as Lindy guided me towards her car. Inside was Rosalea, Iona, and Lissy.

“Day two at shopping!” Iona squealed.

“And still no morning sickness,” Lindy complained, glaring at Iona.

“Ain’t it a bitch!” Iona chortled.

“You’re a damn bitch,” Lindy snapped in reply, and everyone laughed.

Lindy pulled out, and we headed back to Camden’s main shopping centre.

I like the fact the ladies felt like I did and ignored malls and favoured supporting local shops. We wandered around doing the side that we missed the other day, and I found a cute dress to wear on my date with Soul.

“That is adorable!” Lissy squealed.

“That’s a date night dress,” Rosalea said, tilting her head.

A blush began at on my cheeks.

“Who do you have a date with?” Lindy demanded.

“Soul!” Lissy guessed.

“Yeah. We’re going out Friday, but I don’t know if I should wear jeans or a dress,” I replied.

“Soul has a car, so get the dress,” Lindy advised.

“Do you think so?” I wondered.

“Yes. Now, you need some cute strappy heels. Come on, ladies,” Iona ordered and marched in the direction of the shoe store.

I found some perfect sandals with a little heel and a band that wrapped around my ankles. I wasn’t one forwearing high heels as I always thought I’d break my neck in them!

“Shall we get a coffee?” Lindy asked as she looked at her phone.

“Please. I need to pee as well,” Iona commented.

“Oh yeah, wait until you’re seven months along, and the little shit lies on your bladder,” Lindy griped. I nodded in agreement.

“Stock up on panty liners, you always end up with a trickle because you don’t make it in time,” I advised.

Iona looked horrified.

“And then there’s the recovery period for your pelvic muscles. Sneeze and pee!” Lindy said.

“Yup,” I agreed.

Iona stared in horror as we began to laugh.

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