07-10-2015, 05:45 AM
Zeke had went through the crocery store door, shopping for his home that evening. He had hummed softly to himself as he had walked down each aisle and had shopped for what he needed. He had soon made his way to the checkout, putting each item that he had shopped for on the table and had paid for them. He had found it hard to walk normally since he was pregnant but he had tried his very hardest to, waddling away from the checkout aisle and had made his way from the store and to the parking lot where his car was.