Being 8 months pregnant is not much fun. My feet hurts my back hurts and my stomach is fucking huge. The doctors said the baby is healthy anyways so I'm happy. Not nearly as happy as Damiar though, he was over the moon about the baby on the way. The past months he's been doing all of the cooking and planning nice little days at the beach. We've been going to a bunch of pregnancy classes and while I'm reading a trillion baby books Damiar's been painting the nursery. He painted it yellow since we don't know the babies gender yet. Right now we're driving around the main of New York City trying to get to this exclusive baby boutique Damiar insisted on going to "Okay we should be here now" Damiar parked the red Ferrari outside of the brick building. I grabbed my purse and Damiar came around to the passengers seat to open the door for me
"Mi'lady" He said opening the door with a bow. I smiled and stood up on the pavement. If I had to say I missed one thing was high heels, I love heels but they're impossible when your carrying around 7 pounds of baby. But being pregnant didn't stop my cute outfits.We walked inside to the store
"Wow it's gorgeous in here" I said looking around
"Yeah so we can buy some more furniture and stuff for the nursery" I glanced over to the little baby onesies "Aww Damiar" My heart actually melted a little and Damiar smiled "Come on there's cribs over here" He pulled me over to a corner where intracetely carved cribs were lined up on display. I trailed my fingers along the painted pearl white brim of the third one "This one?" Damiar asked and I nodded looking down at it. A store employee approached
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