Page 108 of Own the Eights Maybe Baby
“Say goodbye to the nice people, Oliver,” the woman said to her grandson.
The child made a raspberry sound as Louise turned and headed toward a sedan parked a few rows over.
“That was amazing,” Georgie said with tears in her eyes.
“It appears that we’re not half-bad at caring for real babies,” he replied, then glanced down at Faby, sitting on top of one of the grocery bags. “No offense, little buddy,” he added.
His wife sank onto the bench. “Had that spider not freaked me out and tried to kill Faby, we would probably still be at the farm.”
“You’re right,” he answered, taking a seat beside her.
“Briana said she was grateful that the universe put us in her path,” Georgie continued.
His wife wasn’t wrong. They were supposed to be at that grocery store at that exact time.
Georgie reached into her pocket and pulled out her phone.
“What are you doing?” he asked.
She held the phone to her ear and met his gaze. “Listening to the universe.”
He watched the worry and stress caused by the spider melee melt from his wife’s expression.
With one hand on her belly and the other holding the phone, she grinned at him.
“Hello, this is Georgiana Jensen-Marks, Howard Vanderdinkle’s stepdaughter. I need to get a message to him and my mother.”
