LoveNovelRichard pov.
The idea for the day trip had been brewing in my mind for a while. Sarah had been carrying so much-literally and figuratively-during the past few months.
She deserved a break. Honestly, I figured I could use one, too. With everything going on, we hadn't had much tto just enjoy each other's company.
"I thought we could check out that little town near the lake," I suggested over breakfast. She was halfway through her toast, her hair a mess from sleeping in, and I thought she looked absolutely beautiful. "A day trip?" she asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Yeah, just you, me, and the open road. No baby books, no nursery planning, no thinking about anything except having fun." Sarah tilted her head, a slow smile spreading across her face. "I like it. But only if you letpick the music." "Deal," I said, though I instantly regretted it when I remembered her obsession with those slow, weepy love songs.
By mid-morning, we were cruising down the highway, her playlist filling the car with soft, sappy ballads.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtI kept my grumbling to myself. She looked out the window, humming along, her hand resting on her bump. Every now and then, I caught her glancing atwith a small, secret smile. "What?" I finally asked, curious.
"Nothing," she said, shaking her head. "Just... I'm happy." That madesmile, too. "Good. That's the whole point of today." The little town was even more charming than I remembered. Cobblestone streets, colorful storefronts, and the faint smell of fresh bread wafting from a nearby bakery.
It felt like stepping into a postcard.
We wandered hand-in-hand, stopping at random shops. Sarah found a boutique with tiny baby clothes, and of course, she had to go in.
"Look at this," she said, holding up a onesie with the words Future CEO printed on it. "Isn't this adorable?" "Adorable and optimistic," I teased.
She rolled her eyes but smiled, putting it back. As she moved on to another rack, I noticed a tiny onesie in the corner. It was plain white, but the text on it madelaugh quietly. I Get My Charm from Dad. "Perfect," I thought, slipping it off the rack and heading to the register while Sarah was distracted.
"What's that?" she asked when she sawreturning with a bag.
"Just ssnacks," I lied, keeping the bag out of sight.
She gavea suspicious look but didn't press further.
The rest of the day was a mix of laughter and lighthearted arguments about where to eat lunch.
We settled on a small café with outdoor seating. Sarah ordered a sandwich bigger than her head, and I joked about how she'd probably finish it before I even started mine.
"Don't underestimate a hungry pregnant woman," she said, taking a massive bite.
By the twe left the cafe, she was in such a good mood that she didn't even complain when I insisted on stopping at a shop filled with fishing gear.
"This is payback for the baby boutique," I said, holding up a ridiculously large fishing hat.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmShe rolled her eyes again but didn't argue.
By the twe got home, it was early evening, and we were both tired but happy. Sarah went straight to the couch, kicking off her shoes and stretching out with a satisfied sigh. "Today was perfect," she said, closing her eyes. "Thank you, Richard." "You're welcome," I said, sitting beside her. "But it's not over yet." She opened one eye, curious. "What do you mean?" I pulled out the little bag from the baby boutique and handed it to her. "Just a little something I picked up." Sarah sat up, her face lighting up with excitement. "You sneaky-what is this?" "Open it and find out." She reached into the bag and pulled out the tiny onesie. As soon as she read the words, she burst out laughing.
"I Get My Charm from Dad," she read aloud, her laughter turning into soft giggles. "Oh, Richard, this is perfect." Her eyes filled with tears, and she wiped them away, laughing at herself. "Look at me. I'm a mess."
"You're a beautiful mess," I said, pulling her into a hug. "And you're not the only one who gets to be m emotional, you know I've been thinking about this little one as much as you have. I just... don't show it the sway." She looked up at me, her hand resting on my cheek. "You show it in your own way, Richard. And it means everything to me." Later that night, as we lay in bed, Sarah placed the onesie on the nightstand, like a little reminder of the day.
"You know," she said, her voice soft in the darkness, "I used to worry about sredito whether we'd be ready for this. For being parents." "And now?" I asked, turning to face her. "Now I know we'll figure it out," she said. "Because we're a team. And because you makelaugh when I want to cry."
I smiled, taking her hand in mine.
"And you remindwhat reallym matters when I get too caught up in & I the little things." "Hey," I said after a while, my voice breaking the silence. "Yeah?" "You're not just happy, are you? You're happy and charmed." She groaned, playfully smacking my arm. "Don't ruin the moment, Richard." But as she laughed, I knew we were exactly where we needed to be.
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