Once I brush my teeth I put some leggings and a cute muscle shirt on and walk out of the bathroom and into the kitchen. I'm starving.
"Harry? Do you have any pickles? And maybe some peanut butter??" I ask
"Are you having one of those weird pregnancy cravings already?! Are you sure it's mine?" He jokes. Ouch.
"You know what? Never fucking mind I'll just go to the store." I shout and grab the keys, Harry rolls his eyes and follows me.
"Hal, I didn't mean it like that. It was just a joke babe, I know little peanut is mine." He explains.
"C'mon, lets go get those pickles and peanut butter." He says as he rubs my back. I roll my eyes and give him the keys and get into the car. Once we get there, a place I've never been called Greggs? I hope they're as nice here as they are at Morrison's.
Harry and I walk in and get a shopping cart and start shopping for different foods. I mean, we might as well if there's going to be someone with different taste in the house, right?
As we go down the dairy aisle, Harry decides to go get some chips and different types of dip and cereal. Just as he leaves I run into the last person I wanted to run Into...please hurry Harry..
