Oh, God. There was so much stuff. There was too much of everything. Emmett had no idea what to do! He didn't know where to begin or where to end! He looked back at the shopping cart and checked on the tiny baby resting in the car seat. He was okay. He was asleep. His heart broke for the little boy. He was cursed with someone like Emmett for a father. He took a deep breath and looked back at all of the merchandise.
How the hell was he going to get through the day?
He picked up one package of diapers and studied it carefully, as if he was an anthropologist and he was trying to decipher someone. He did the same thing with another package, and he suddenly felt as if he were going to cry. How the hell could he do this?
Suddenly, he heard someone clear their throat next to him. He turned to face the person. It was a woman, a tiny, thin, short blonde woman. Both of her eyebrows were raised at him inquisitively. She lowered only one of them and slowly removed one of the packages from his hand. "These? Are shit. Not good for catching it, especially on a baby. Use Pampers. They're slightly more expensive by like 10 cents or something, but…when it comes to that little guy, are you sure you want cost over quality? I'd go for quality." She smiled brightly. "Your son is adorable. He's been flirting with me while you were deciding what brand of diapers to buy for him."
Emmett was dumbfounded. What just happened? He suddenly snapped out of his trace. "His-his name is…Christopher. Christopher Forrest."
"So that makes you Mr. Forrest? Well, I'm Ms. Woods. Where's Mrs. Forrest?"
Oh, God… she had to ask, didn't she? Avoid the subject! "Ms. Woods? Do you have a-a first name?"
"It's Elle." She shook his hand. "Elle Woods."
"It's nice to meet you." He put the diapers into his cart and turned back to her. "Is…is there a Mr. Woods?"
"Not unless you count my father. Woods is my maiden name. I'm single."
"Single as in not married or single as in you have a boyfriend but you're still not married?"
"Single as in I don't have a husband or a boyfriend. Um, listen, it was nice talking you…"
"Emmett."
She grinned. "It was nice talking to you, Emmett, but I've gotta run. I have a dance class in twenty that I have to teach. Maybe I'll see you around?"
"Um…maybe?"
She grinned again. "Yeah. Maybe. Bye, Emmett." She looked down at the little baby. "Bye, sweetie. You've got a good daddy on your hands! Don't go wasting him!" She gave one last smile and disappeared into the store.
Somewhere, Emmett knew that someone, hopefully Sarah, was looking out for him.