Chapter Twenty Seven

Eight months later,

Samantha's POV:

"Where are you, Nate?" I groaned through the phone, pushing the shopping cart with one hand while balancing my phone with another. 

"I'm pulling over right now, baby girl. You could have waited for five minutes before coming down to the grocery store by yourself." 

"Well, it's your fault. You ate all my potato chips while watching the game last night." I complained, walking through the aisles, loading my cart with random shit that I probably wouldn't be eating.

I was eight months pregnant now and the cravings had gotten worse. Nate never let me do anything and reluctantly agreed when I told him I was going to work from home but now, I had already applied my maternity leave at the company I was currently working because of him and it was getting bored sitting at home doing nothing. So I decided to come down to the grocery store by myse