Chapter 223: Can You Taste My Feet?

Billie Bob Taylor 

We decided to visit a few markets after our dessert exploration. It only made sense we did it on that day because we were already in the area. 

Somehow, however we were more drawn to baby outfits, shoes and anything baby related. The baby fever had really started to kick in and we were uncontrollable which meant little Bucky already had a full closet of clothes. We did not even have a space for him set up back at home but we would figure that out when the time was right. 

"Dito," I awed as I held the tiniest little ancient styled sandals in the palm of my hands to show him, "imagine his cute little chubby feet."

He nodded as he looked at the shoes with so much adoration, "we should buy it and I found this miniature little gladiator outfit. Imagine how cute his photoshoots will be."

"Oh," I cooed, "our little model."