Baby Doctor by Kim Hartfield

Author:Kim Hartfield
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Published: 2020-11-20T23:00:00+00:00

Fifteen

Audrey

On Friday after work, I picked up Krista and Emmy at their apartment. I’d been planning this all week, and I couldn’t wait to see how they’d like it.

Honestly, I hadn’t been sure where I was going to take them at first. A date that would be sufficiently romantic enough to make up for all of my hurtful indecision, that would also be receptive to a baby? While Emmy was generally well-behaved, there was always the chance of her crying—and when she did, everyone in a mile’s radius would hear it.

The idea came to me eventually, and as soon as I thought of it, I knew it was perfect. Then all I had to do was find the right place for it. A few minutes of research, and I had a plan.

“So where are we going?” Krista asked, sliding into the passenger seat of my car with Emmy in her sling.

“Um… we’re not.” I glanced at the skirt and flats she was wearing. “Not until you go upstairs and change into jeans and boots. Something you don’t mind getting a little dirty.”

She gave me a dubious look. “Anything else?”

“That’s all, I think.”

She came back a few minutes later, looking like she’d just stepped out of a catalogue for farm equipment. I would’ve bought whatever she was selling.

“I didn’t mean you had to wear full-on overalls,” I laughed.

She gave me the side-eye. “Most of my pre-pregnancy jeans still don’t fit.”

I started the car, and Emmy snuggled into her mother.

“Do I get to find out where we’re going yet?” Krista asked.

“Good try. You’ll know when we get there.”

I kept it secret for as long as I could, but after driving half an hour outside the city, I began to fear I’d drive past the farm. “Okay, we’re looking for Myers Farm and Market.”

“You’re taking me to a farm? Seriously?” She sounded incredulous, but her eyes were bright. “This will be a great experience for Emmy. Not that she’ll remember it.”

“We’re not going to be mucking around in the dirt,” I told her. “We’re—oh, dammit, I missed the turn.”

I pulled into the next driveway and waited for a few cars to pass, then turned around. Once we arrived at Myers, Krista’s face lit up. “We’re going apple picking!”

“And there are pumpkins, too,” I said.

“Oh, my God.” She squeezed Emmy. “Did you hear that, baby?”

“Ma,” Emmy mumbled.

I backed into a parking spot. “Let’s check this out.”

The air was crisp, and even though the sun was on its downward journey, it still cast plenty of light over the rows of apple trees. The leaves were green, but here and there, you could see an orange or a red one. Fall had arrived, and soon it would be in full swing.

Small groups and families roamed through rows of trees, holding overflowing bags of apples. A haystack sat at the edge of the farm, and beside it was a sign for a wagon ride. A small stand touted hot chocolate and apple cider.

“This is gorgeous,” Krista breathed, picking up an empty barrel.

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