My enormous stomach stretches against the seatbelt in Vincent's expensive car. I'm no longer just showing a small bit as my due date creeps ever closer. The trees have budded along the highway as his car continues to travel north.
"Vincent, where are we going?"
He smiles. "Our weekend place," he gives me what I suspect is the first semi-honest answer he has the entire trip.
When we left this morning, I asked if I needed to pack a bag, but he said it was only a day trip. If I am being completely honest, my first thought was he bought the home in Okemos and planned to drive the fifteen miles to get away for the weekend. But we've been driving for over an hour at this point, passing my family home along the highway to continue north.
"I can't give you any more than that, Mackenzie. It's a surprise." He says turning off the highway.
I hold back a sigh. They never do any good, anyway. "And you know how much I hate surprises."