TWO YEARS LATER…
“Honey, aren’t you ready yet? We’re going to be late,” Spencer yells from the living room at the exact moment I finish buckling my shoe. Before I can reply, he shows up by the door, eyeing me up and down as I stand from the bed, straightening my flower print dress and wrapping a beige cardigan around myself.
It’s still fall, but the wind is not merciful when the sun starts to set, so I don’t want to risk freezing to death when it’s nighttime.
“You look… perfect. But are you sure you want to wear heels?” Spencer frowns as his eyes fall to my feet.
I chuckle, walking toward him and wrapping my arms around his neck. “Baby, I’m pregnant, not injured. Besides, they are square toe heels, so I’ll hardly struggle with them.”
That doesn’t seem to convince him, though. Ever si
