Kaitlyn decides to have a little stroll at the town market.
Heidi arranged a vibrant bouquet as Kaitlyn approached, the sweet scent of flowers filling the air.
"Kaitlyn, dear! How's everything going?" she asked, her eyes twinkling with genuine concern.
"Oh, you know, the usual pregnancy struggles," Kaitlyn sighed, rubbing her lower back. "I'm on a mission for some comfort food and maybe a pair of slippers to soothe these tired feet. Any recommendations?"
Heidi's face lit up, her smile widening.
"Well, for comfort food, you can't go wrong with the apple turnovers from the bakery down the street," she suggested, her hands dancing over the vibrant blooms. "And speaking of comfort, have you tried those memory foam slippers Marco has at his fruit stand?"
Thanking Heidi, Kaitlyn ambled over to Marco's fruit stand, where a colorful array of fruits greeted her. Marco's eyes crinkled at the corners as he spotted her.
"Kaitlyn! Long time no see. How's the little one doing?" His voice held a warm familiarity.
"Growing by the day, Marco," she replied with a tired but content smile. "I'm on a quest for comfort today – some fruit to satisfy cravings and, if possible, those memory foam slippers I heard you have."
Marco's hearty laugh echoed through the market.
"Absolutely! I've got these juicy peaches you might like," he said, his hands gesturing towards the succulent fruits. "And those memory foam slippers are a lifesaver. I got them after my wife went through a tough pregnancy."
Grateful for the recommendations, Kaitlyn nodded appreciatively.
"Great! I'll take a bunch of those peaches and those slippers. My feet will thank me later."
As they continued chatting about pregnancy woes and the charm of PortaMare, the market buzzed with the sounds of their laughter and shared stories.
Kaitlyn, laden with her newfound treasures, couldn't resist the tempting aroma of freshly churned ice cream. However, mindful of her pregnancy diet, she opted for the juicy peaches she had just purchased. Strolling towards the coast, the sun dipped low, casting a warm golden glow over PortaMare.
With each step on the sandy path, Kaitlyn indulged in the sweetness of the peach, its juices dribbling down her fingers. As she reached the shoreline, the tranquil waves provided a soothing melody.
Amid this serene moment, two lively children, Luca and Stella, came racing toward her, their laughter filling the air. Their uncoordinated run resulted in a playful collision with Kaitlyn's backside, sparking laughter from all.
"Oh, no worries! You two are quite the energetic duo," Kaitlyn chuckled, her eyes reflecting genuine amusement.
Luca and Stella exchanged shy glances before Luca spoke up.
"S-sorry, ma'am. I'm Luca, and this is my sister, Stella."
Stella, a bit older but equally bashful, gave a small wave.
"Hi," she mumbled, her eyes bright with curiosity.
"No need to apologize. I'm Kaitlyn. Lovely to meet you both," she said warmly, crouching down to their level. "What brings you to the beach today?"
Luca's eyes sparkled with excitement.
"We love playing in the sand, and the sunset is so pretty."
"It sure is. I was just about to enjoy it myself. Want to join me?"
The children's faces lit up, and together, they found a spot on the sandy shore, sharing stories and laughter as the sun dipped below the horizon, painting the sky in hues of orange and pink.
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THE CEO'S UNLOVED WIFE ✅
RomanceKaitlyn Ashenwood faced a choice when she discovered her partner wasn't in love with her. Opting to grant him the freedom he desired, she expressed her decision with the words, "He was in love with someone else, not me." On the other side, Dean Cast...
