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On a hot July afternoon, we make the drive to Savannah, Georgia for our babymoon. I'm excited to spend the next five days away from everything, and you're excited to go ghost hunting.
When you asked me if it would be something I'd be interested in, you already had the sites pulled up on your phone, so of course, I said yes. Honestly, I couldn't care less what we do on our vacation. We're together and celebrating our last hurrah. What more could a girl ask for? As soon as I agreed, you booked us tickets for a late night trolley tour and one where we'll be riding around in an actual hearse. Sure, there won't be any guns involved, but you'll enjoy the hunt just the same.
Our first stop is by the hotel so we can drop our stuff off and freshen up. I haven't eaten since breakfast, and I'm starving. While you wash your face, I look up the local eateries in search of a nice sit-down place that we'll both enjoy. "There's a brewery a couple blocks from here. It's right behind River Street, so we could walk there and check everything out after we eat."
"Sounds good to me, Lovely." You dry your face. "Do you think you can manage the walk?"
I nod and ask you to help me change out of my sandals and into a pair of sneakers that don't go with my favorite maternity dress, but I don't care. I've reached the point in my pregnancy where comfort wins out over fashion.
You snag a bottle of water from the mini-fridge on the way out, and we hold hands as we walk, stopping to take pictures because you swear I'm glowing. I don't have the heart to tell you that it's the heat and a sheen of sweat.
We pass by a few shops and an art exhibit and make plans to visit them.
I order the largest cheeseburger the brewery has to offer and a side order of truffle fries while you customize a beer sample flight and decide on a pasta dish that sounds amazing.
You must notice my drooling because you twirl some noodles around your fork and stab a piece of chicken before offering it to me.
I hum and do a little dance in my chair and curse the fact that, up until that bite, l've been craving red meat.
You sense my dilemma and switch plates with me despite my protests.
"I'll eat my burger, Edward."
You peel the pickles off and take a giant bite. "But you wouldn't enjoy it. Eat up, Lovely. We have exploring to do."