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It feels like a lifetime, but finally I’m able to make the turn.
Of course though, as luck would have it, the parking lot is full, with only open spaces in the back.
“Whole Foods has pregnancy spots. Surely one is open,” Dylan says, her voice rushed.
“How about I drop you off at the doors?”
She shoots me a glare.
“What?”
Dylan looks ahead again, before begrudgingly admitting, “I’m not exactly ready to be seen, and it would be easier if you were with me.”
Well, if that doesn’t just hit a guy in the feels.
I feel like a fucking peacock, showing off his blue and green feathers.
Thankfully, there is a pregnancy spot open and Dylan has her door open before I pull the key from the ignition.
“Careful, babe,” I say as I jump out of the truck, the endearment not even a passing thought.
I reach her side and she grabs for my hand, holding it tightly.
Because she has to pee that badly?
Or because she’s nervous?
Either or…
I get to be her guy.
That damn inner peacock is puffed with pride right now.
We make it inside the store and to the restrooms, where I stand guard just outside. With my arms crossed over my chest—today’s attire is another one taken straight from my days of motocross—I watch as people filter in and out of the store. Soon, I hear water running just beyond the bathroom door and when Dylan comes out again, she once again grabs my hand, using her other to nervously pull at the hem of her shirt.
She went with leggings today, and a loose shirt that tends to hang off one of her shoulders.
I’m good with this. This being her support person.
I squeeze her hand once. “Grab some groceries? I’m sure your place is empty.”
With my gaze on Dylan, I see her glance nervously around the front of the store.
I shake her hand in mine. “You’ve got this, Dylan.”
She nods. “Okay. Yeah. Groceries.” And like a woman marching into a battle, she leads me into the store.
***
We would have been better off with a cart, the hand basket had gotten extremely heavy, but we had enough food to get us through the next day or two.
After which, Dylan said she’d do her click-to-order groceries and I’d pick them up for her before heading back to Reno, to go back to Vancouver.
Damn, but I’m already dreading that trip.
I also probably won’t be able to make it down next weekend. My guess is that I’m going to have to put in extra time on set, and that grated at me.
Tim was probably pissed.
