3 years later.
Under Sophie's watchful eyes, I pick up a carrot and examine it. Hmm, it looks fresh but smells wierd. I don't have a good feeling about buying this but Sophie seems ready to pounce on anything eatable in sight.
“These aren't — ”
“We got those today Sir,” a charming young man beams at me as I blink back, cheeks flushed. Sophie whimpers where she stood and I realize I've got to be quick. “Can I have a bag please?”
He wraps it up and hands it over as I run my hands over Sophie's protruding tummy, feeling the baby kick my hand. This would be our first so Alex and I are mindful of what Sophie eats since she's the one to bear the child. A smooth, healthy delivery is what we wish for.
“You can have a few more,” the man tells me. “She's so hungry that these you've bought won't
