*** Noah’s POV *** 

I slammed the door to my Jeep shut as I put my hands in the pockets of my jeans. This was the third time I was going to the store this week. Finn’s pregnancy cravings were getting out of hand and with Solaris not being allowed to drive, I had to make all the runs. The workers in the store were starting to know me on the first name basis at this point. As I walked through the sliding doors, I pulled out my phone and looked at the list Finn gave me.

Cucumbers, peanut ...