Leah's POV

“I want that crib, No, that one. Wait—hold on—is that one organic wood?”

Cassie was practically scaling the baby aisle like a mountain goat on espresso. She had one foot in the shopping cart and the other dangerously teetering on the edge of a shelf, pointing at cribs like she was directing an orchestra.

“Cassie, get down before you hurt yourself—or someone else!” I scolded, holding my stomach protectively. At seven months pregnant, I’d entered the phase ...