“Can we get pickles, please?” you ask as you wobble down the aisle, holding onto the shopping cart for support as Harry pushes it. “Pickles?” he says as he laughs softly, watching you with endearment.
“Yeah.. The baby’s craving pickles,” you chuckle, giving your growing belly a soft rub. “Uh! And whipped cream,” a hum leave your lips, already thinking about the delicious combination of the two.
Harry place a soft kiss on your temple before grabbing the jar of pickles off the shelf, his hand coming to rest on your bump. “Is there anything else my two girls are craving?” he asks in a low voice, a soft smile tugging on his lips.
“Mm…” you hum as you look over your shoulder and down into your cart, seeing how it’s already full of thing you have been needing to stock up on and things you’ve been craving recently. “I think we’re good,” you chuckle, turning back around to him.
“Good. I jus’ want you to have anything you need, m’love,” he whispers before stealing another kiss, his thumb slowly rubbing your bump.
“Now, daddy’s craving chocolate, so we’re getting some of that,” he chuckles, slowly pulling away and pushing the cart along the isle as you wobble beside him.
“Can we get the one with hazelnuts then?” you say, earning another chuckle from Harry, “Of course we can baby,” he says, the endearment only growing.