Page 171 of Buy Back My Love

“She was about to.”

Skye laughed. “I was wondering.”

“Exactly,” Van said.

“That still don’t mean you had to announce it like a disclaimer,” I told him.

Skye’s husband laughed from beside the cart while she reached down and pulled the blanket back from the baby carrier.

“This is Tobias,” she said.

I leaned closer. “Oh my God. This who was in your stomach last time I saw you?”

“Yep. This is him.”

“He’s so big.”

Skye smiled down at him. “You should’ve seen him when he first came home. He was so little.”

Tobias was asleep with one fist tucked beside his face, cheeks full enough to make me want to touch them even though I knew better.

“He’s cute.”

“Thank you.”

Van leaned over to look at him too, and Skye started telling him about Tobias not liking the formula they had been using and how they were back in Walmart trying another one.

After a minute, her eyes dropped to the oatmeal cream pies sitting in our cart.

“Y’all grocery shopping together now?” she asked.

“No,” I said. “I wanted oatmeal cream pies.”

Van looked at me. “At ten o’clock at night.”

“The baby wanted them.”

He shook his head. “There it go.”

Skye looked between us with a little smile on her face. I had a feeling she was about to go home and make this everybody’s business.

Van caught the look too. “I know that face.”

“What face?” Skye asked.

“The one you make right before you go tell everybody something.”

She rolled her eyes. “Evander, leave me alone.”

I laughed. The way he was looking at her told me this probably wasn’t their first time having this conversation.

We talked another few minutes before Skye and her husband headed toward checkout. The second they were out of earshot, I looked at Van.

“She finna tell.”

“Yep.”

I looked down at my stomach, then back at him. “By tomorrow this probably your baby.”