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“Yeah, that’s what I thought. I track my cycles and knew exactly when my last period was.”
“Perfect. That means your EDD is mid-July,” she says.
“My app says July fourteenth. My best friend is two weeks behind me, so our babies will hopefully be born in the same month,” I tell her.
“Oh my gosh, how excitin’! Was that planned?” she teases.
“Um, no!” I laugh. “Neither of us was tryin’.”
“Well, then it was meant to me. Built-in best friends for life.”
I smile warmly at that thought. “I hope so.”
Tripp continues recording while never taking his hand off mine.
“Alright, I got some great pics.”
Once they’re printed, she hands them to me, and I can’t contain the smile on my face.
Baby’s first ultrasound photo.
If I were any good at scrapbooking like Noah, I’d make one for all the pictures and milestones, but framing it for my bedroom will have to do for now.
“Good to go?” Tripp asks once I’m dressed and have used the bathroom.
“Yep. At least until I have to pee again in fifteen minutes.”
He takes my hand, lacing our fingers, and leads me toward his truck. “We should celebrate.”
“Celebrate?” I ask when he opens the passenger door for me.
“First ultrasound. First photos. First time seeing him or her. It’s a big moment!” He beams, handing me the roll of pictures. “Since we’re here, let’s go shoppin’ at a baby store.”
“You wanna look at baby stuff?” I confirm, jumping inside the truck.
He licks his lips as if he’s holding back. “I’d fuckin’ love to, Sunny.”
Then he winks and goes around to the driver’s side.
“And we can grab some food while we’re out.”
“Okay. Let’s do it.”
I might not be able to eat a lot since everything either makes me sick or doesn’t look appetizing, but I still enjoy hanging out with Tripp regardless of our situation. He’s been nothing but supportive, and we have fun hanging out, so why not?
It can’t hurt.
Well…it might hurt.
Chapter Thirty-Five
Tripp
After buying the cutest baby onesies with horse silhouettes and cowboy hats on them, being mistaken as the baby daddy by three employees in the store, and taking Magnolia to Texas Roadhouse where she devoured four rolls and a steak, we arrive back to town way past dark.
She’s passed out by the time we get home, and this time, I don’t want to wake her. After I bring in her shopping bags and takeout boxes of desserts we couldn’t finish, I lift her into my arms and carry her inside.
The Christmas tree lights guide me through the hallway, and once I place her on the bed, I remove her jacket and shoes.
