“s**t,” I muttered, scratching my head. “I think they forgot to pack it.”
Alexander let out a sigh and passed his hand over his face. “Are you serious?”
“Nope.” I stood. “We’ll have to get a replacement.”
“I can run to the store.”
The offer was sweet, but I shook my head. “I could use some fresh air anyway. I’ve been cooped up in this house for days.”
The trip to the baby store took longer than expected. They didn’t have the exact part I needed, so I had to go to two different locations before I found it.
By the time I got back to the mansion, I was tired and my feet were aching, but I felt accomplished. I had even made a secret pit stop to pick up some croissants from the bakery—a recent pregnancy craving that I’d found impossible to ignore.
I had just kicked
