taaate

Our Little Soccer Player || Tate + Ruby

“Tate? Taaate?” Ruby called out, looking around the house. It wasn’t often that Tate wasn’t in her presence but it seemed like now he was hiding. With her hand on her protruding tummy, Ruby could feel their baby kicking furiously against her palm, as if already trying to escape. “Taaaaate, where are you?” She continued yelling, exploring every level in the house. She got to the bottom floor, not wanting to go downstairs, in case the doctor found her and didn’t let her leave.