#also as always megan is the hc name coined by chewie i've just been using it for years

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Sooooo Bobbery Drabble for nostalgia’s sake? 👀 here’s a prompt if you wanna use it: used to work together a few years ago, lost touch, now both back in town without the other knowing, and ran into each other at the same location

Bob wasn't planning on staying in that particular church very long. He just...didn't live in the city.

Well, technically, he did. But only while in university. On winter and summer breaks he'd return home and attend church in the congregation he grew up in.

But he was still a regular church goer through the school semesters. And with how well he seemed to do with the kids...when he was approached and asked to volunteer with Sunday School and youth ministry...how could he say no?

His favorite were the school aged kids. A boy named Tom, the son of an older member of the church who was affectionately called 'Pa' by most was his favorite, even if he wasn't supposed to have those.

The day he met Megan, however, he was not with the school aged children. He'd been pulled to help with the three year olds, and while cute, they were an entirely different task.

He'd been in the middle of reminding a pair of twins, Katrina and Sabrina, who'd been fighting over a doll, that sharing was caring, and that they could play with the toy together, when one of the other adults stepped in. "You should both be very thankful you have a sister to play dolls with." she spoke sweetly. "After all, your other sister probably isn't very good at playing with them at her little age, is she?"

"All she does is cry and poop." Sabrina agreed.

Katrina sighed. "You're right, Miss Megan. Sorry sis."

"Is okay!" Sabrina grinned. "We can share!"

"Thanks." Bob smiled, standing up to be on eye level with the woman. "Do you know these girls outside of...?"

"Not really." Megan shrugged. "I'm usually helping in the nursery. That's where my own son is, so I'm usually taking care of their baby sister."

"Oh!" Bob was...surprised. She didn't look much older than he did. He was only in his second year of university. He definitely thought he was too young for kids but...maybe God just had a different path for her. He glanced down, noticing the wedding ring on her finger. Figured, she was pretty. Really pretty. "I'm not usually in here either, I'm normally with the grade twos."

"You're fairly new to the congregation, no?" she asked, Bob only now noticing the French accent she spoke with.

He nodded. "I go to university near by. My roommate Larry and I both are from out of town, so we started coming to this church together."

"Larry..." she spoke slowly, and then, as if a lightbulb lit up above her "...the lanky one in the choir?"

"That's the one!" Bob laughed.

"My husband is in choir with him." she smiled. "Apparently the boy's got quite the natural gift."

"He's always singing." Bob noted. "Whether it's worship music, something on the radio, or a song he made up when he can't find his hairbrush."

"It's nice to have a musical household." she smiled, before suddenly snapping "Rosie! We do not throw things at our friends!"

They never did work together after that. But they knew each other - making small talk every other Sunday. Bob continued to volunteer until his graduation, both he and Larry moving once again, this time to the big city pursue their dreams of show business.

It wasn't until five years after that - eight year since their initial meeting - that they'd run into each other again.

Bob had been grabbing a latte on his way home, when a familiar blonde with a school aged son caught his eye in the line up. "Sorry...there's no chance that you're...?"

"My, my." She smirked. "Do my eyes deceive me? Look who made it to the big city after all."

"Haven't left." he nodded. "Larry's still here, too."

"Oh, Francois," she turned towards the child. "Do you remember Larry? From church when you were just a little one?" as the boy nodded shyly, Megan explained "Well this is Bob. He would help with Sunday School and youth ministry with me. He was Larry's best friend back then-"

"I still am!" He grinned. "We work on a show together - I kinda run the whole thing..."

"Quite the accomplishment!" she smiled. "If you're ever open for visitors, I'd love to swing by and see you and Larry."

"Absolutely! You, Francois, your husband..."

An awkward silence fell over the group. Francois looked to his mother sadly, before Megan gently explained "He isn't with us anymore."

"Oh." Bob blinked. "I'm sorry to hear that." trying to brighten the mood, he more cheerfully added "Well, my offer still stands for the two of you-"

"We'd like that very much." she smiled warmly.

Grabbing a napkin, Bob quickly jotted down his phone number. "Whenever you wanna stop by, just give a call! Larry and I would both love to see you!"

A playful smile tugging at her lips given the physicality of what he'd just done, she teased "And what if I wanted to call you for other reasons?"