*Leo*
I wasn’t a man who liked to run errands. Hell, I had people for that.
But when Bianca gave me one of those sweet, almost pleading looks, I found myself pulling on my jacket and heading out the door.
It was just a quick trip, she’d said.
A simple request for some fancy ice cream—her new craving, of course. The strange things a pregnant woman wants, but I wasn’t about to argue.
If I did, she’d give me that pout that made my heart melt. Depending on her hormone levels, she might burst into tears, and I couldn’t have that.
At the convenience store, I browsed through the coolers. She gave me a very specific description of what she wanted: vanilla with the right amount of caramel swirls, organic, and no artificial flavor.
Because if Bianca didn’t get exactly what she asked for, she’d send me back out with that “you should know better” look.
There was plain vanilla, caramel swirl with chocolate, caramel and pecan. There was a caramel ice cream for every day of the week.
