Robbie had a slight skip in his steps. He would make an amazing father. His squeezed my hands and gave me a small peck on forehead.
“Robbie...”
“Yes, Angel.” He smiled and leaned down to my face.
I pressed my palm on his cheeks. His hands covered mine and he closed his eyes.
When he opened them, I could see how much I affected him.
Was that a lie? I rubbed my thumb on the side of his lips.
“Come on, let us go.” I curled my hands around his and pulled him along.
We were going to a baby shopping centre.
The shop was a big one even though the organization was not user friendly. It would be a pain to shop along with a kid. It was a good thing, Robbie decided to shop before Bobby came along.
“Welcome to ‘Baby Bunny.’” A beautiful girl came to greet us who stood way too close to Robbie.
I cringed at the name. It sounded like a stripper club. Why would anyone name a kid store the name of stripper clubs? Or were the stripper clubs named...
That was more disturbing.