Deirdre took the bouquet, leaned close to the petals, and sniffed it. The flowers were so fresh the air was thick with their scent. Little drops of dew even matted the tip of her nose.

Brendan wiped the water away gently. “I didn’t plan to buy roses at first. I would have guessed from your personality that you like baby’s breath better. Still, you wouldn’t be able to see its splendor right now, so I picked a flower famous for its strong scent.”

“I love it.” Deirdre caressed the bouquet gingerly. “Every flower is my favorite so long as you’re the one buying it for me.”

She managed to find a vase and began to carefully slip each stalk inside. When it was done, Brendan threw his arms around her from behind.

“I think it’s time you take a step back and take a break. Here, have some pastries. They’re still warm. A friend of mine suggested it when I asked. According to rumors, this bakery makes delicious desserts that are pregnancy-friendly.”

Deirdre had lost quite some appetite these