The Unexpected Angel (Sequel to Be My Mistake)

Cliche's ok

"Don't forget my strawberry pop tarts, Siana!" Devo shouts to Hunter and I as we walk across the parking lot.

I laugh, turning my head enough to look at him. "I'm on it, Dev!" I shout back to him.

We were back on the road again, on our way to the next destination. Hunter was excited about the next show, since we were cooped up in Connecticut for what seemed like forever. While making our way from Connecticut to Kansas, Devo complained that there was no food. Or more specifically no junk food.

I felt Hunter's hand brushing against mine as we walked across the rainy parking lot. A smile appears on my face as he tangled his fingers with mine, and then pressed a kiss to my forehead. "I don't think I said good morning yet." He grins down at me.

Before I could look away from him, to hide the obvious smile that I didn't want him to see, he presses a kiss to my lips. "Good morning, dear."

"Dear? Hunter, we're not an old couple yet." I giggled. "But, good morning to you as well handsome."

Ignoring my silliness, he smiles as we enter the Wal-Mart in front of us. People flooded the dirty tiled floors, everyone's carts completely filled, some even over filling, with Christmas gifts to be bought. I never understood why everyone went shopping for Christmas gifts so late, since it was already the sixth, but I had no room to judge. I hadn't gotten anyone presents yet. I knew that I would have to time to do that eventually though, since Hunter and I would be on our way home sooner than we thought.

"Stay close." Hunter says, tightening his grip on my hand. "Don't want to lose you in the crowd."

A dark grey hoodie hid my face, and baby bump, as Hunter guided me through the crowded floors of Wal-Mart. I felt as if I were at a Nickelback concert, trying to squeeze through the people and carts that made even made me, a non claustrophobic person, now felt smothered.

When we finally escapade through the unnatural amount of people, we find ourselves searching for Devon's cursed pop tarts, which were much harder to find then we thought it would be.

"Why didn't Devo just come get this himself?" I asked Hunter, bending over to look at all the different flavors of the pastries that covered the shelves in small blue boxes.

"Not sure." He mutters, concentrating his eyes on the shelves. "I'm pretty sure he's just lazy."

"So he sends a pregnant lady in to do his bidding?"

His usual heartwarming laugh fills the air of the oddly empty isle. "Hey, you volunteered to come in with me." He points out.

I blush, realizing he was right. "Yeah, I just wanted to be in the presence of my wonderful husband." This time he blushes, looking away from me.

"Well, aren't you just adorable?" He says, walking closer to me.

Just as he was going to bring his hand up to brush some stray hairs out of my face, I spot the flavor of pop tarts that Devo was looking for. Quickly grabbing them, I start giggling like a small child. "Gotcha." I say, scanning my eyes over it to double check that it was correct.

"Oh Siana." Hunter chuckles while placing a soft kiss on my scarred temple. "You kind of just messed up that moment, but you're just too cute sometimes."

I look up at him and smile nervously. "Sorry Hunt."

"It's ok." He says, and then kisses me softly. "Come on, before we miss the show tonight."

I wasn't exactly sure why he thought we were going to miss the show, but when we get to the checkout lines, I realize what he meant. The Christmas shoppers took over Wal-Mart. I hold onto the two boxes of pastries, that Devo practically begged for, with one hand, while Hunter had a firm grip on my other hand with his, being sure we wouldn't lose each other in the crowd.