“Are you sure?” Jacob frowned, holding up two nearly identical baby onesies.
“Yes, I'm sure. We only need one,” I told him. “Babies grow fast. He'll be out of them before he's worn them twice.”
“I don't know,” Jacob said, shaking his head slowly. “We can't be too prepared.”
I chuckled. “We already have fifteen of them at home. Maybe we could let my mom buy a couple of things for the baby, too?”
“I'm getting both,” Jacob announced, putting both items in the basket.
I sighed. It was a good thing that Jacob was a billionaire. I was fairly sure that he'd already spent several million on this kid already.
A sharp pain started in my stomach and radiated around to my back. It wasn't awful, but it was enough to make me stop and gasp. Luckily, it didn't last long.
“Are you okay?” Jacob asked, coming to my side quickly. His blue eyes were big with concern. “Is it starting? Do we need to go to the hospital? I can leave all this stuff here, or I can have someone come buy it and meet us there or--