There was a time when Meghan had been able to go shopping for long stretches, wandering through stores until she found exactly what she wanted and meandering to her heart's content.
That time no longer existed. Instead, she had a seventeen-month-old who enjoyed running at high speeds anywhere he went and refused to be carried unless he was tired. Currently, Caine was running far ahead of her, his stuffed Loch Ness Monster tucked under his arm, toward the bookstore.
"Cho!" she called with a grin, spotting her old friend. "Mind stopping the toddler barreling toward you? He's going to reach you before I can catch him."