Baby Shopping

The room was quiet except for the soft sounds of Chase humming under his breath as he cradled baby Emerald in his arms slowly. She had just finished her bath, her small body wrapped in a warm towel, her damp silky hair sticking to her forehead because Chase was not sure if ge could blow dry it which is why he decided to just wipe it with a towel.

Chase gently dried her off, his hands careful as he changed her diaper and dressed her in one of the few onesies they had managed to find for her.

It was then, as he buttoned up the tiny outfit, that it hit him.

They didn't have enough things for her.

They barely had any diapers left. No wet wipes. No bottles except the ones they had already used. And toys? They had nothing. No clothes, no baby powder. Nothing. Babies usually need alot of things.

Panic settled into Chase's chest. How could he be this unprepared? Emerald was just a baby—she needed more than what little they had.