Freedom fills you with every step—or rather, waddle—as you move through the grocery store. In your mind, you're some sort of superwoman on a mission, but unfortunately, your swollen feet and bulging baby bump bring you back to reality as you walk beside your husband.

You’d be kidding yourself if you didn’t admit that you’ve been itching for an outing that doesn’t involve sitting in his car while he makes his runs or having his men constantly monitor you at the house. Even though you love how protective he is of you, it can be exhausting.

You attempt to speed up, and to both your and his surprise, you successfully scurry past him, heading straight to the cookie aisle, ready to fulfill all your cravings. “Aye, aye, Ms. Speedy, where you going?” His hand holds your arm, that familiar smile making his eyes twinkle