#i love how shes thinking: lets get bananas! lets get capri suns! lets get forks and knives and plates

[lucygraysboy]

“oh. yeah, now it’s oh, but was it an ounce of jealousy that i just glimpsed?” billy teases with a smirk, putting the can of green pringles in the seat of the cart, appreciating how she’s moved the doritos back there so they wouldn’t get crushed, and gently tickling the spot right under her chin to coax a laugh out of her. or to be a pest for his own amusement. “i guess some people are like that, more introverted than others.” though, introverted is putting it nicely. blair baker reminds him of the white witch from the chronicles of narnia. “alright, makes sense, the weather’s absolutely awful today.” he nods absently, hoping all employees make it to their homes safe. “that’s actually very true, lucy gray.” laughing at the way she says it with such confidence, he can’t help but agree. he knows her babies will be the sweetest little angels. after all, they’ll have the best mom in the universe. “i hope they have your eyes and your smile.” his dreams and priorities have shifted over the past few months, but this one remains unchanged — he still hopes they’ll have a family of their own one day. two or four children. it would be the most special blessing, watching his childhood sweetheart with babies of their own, seeing lucy gray’s doe eyes on a little human that they brought to life. “you know what they say ‘bout great minds, right?” he’s missed this. the connection between their souls, how they can read each other’s minds and come up with the same ideas at the same time, how easy it is to just be with her. 

“i mean, waffles and a pie will keep me satisfied for what? two hours? and that’s me being generous,” he chuckles, making fun of how he always eats a lot, even though no one would be able to tell just by looking at him. “bread’s good. do you think they have any donuts and pastries left?” he thinks aloud, pulling the cart slowly enough so that lucy gray can just grab whatever she wants off the shelves. “oh, tall with blue eyes and brown hair? very specific. alright, make sure he also loves horses and birds. otherwise, who will build bird feeders for your little ones?” he beams at her, but then grows sheepish again. cheeks flushed when he realizes that she’s just messing with him. “sour cream and onion it is.” but he also grabs the yellow ones. cheddar cheese. sounds like a good option, too, he figures. he also grabs popcorn while they’re in the snack aisle — the regular kind, and then also the reese’s one. he hasn’t tried it yet but the packaging intrigues him. a pack of granola bars, a box of pop tarts and froot loops, just in case they get snowed in and end up stuck in that motel room longer than anticipated. “that’s a great idea, love.” he shoots a finger gun at her, approving of her quick thinking. at least one of them is making sure they get some nutrients instead of just carbs and sugar. he pulls the cart down the aisle and stops to inspect the wide variety of jars — different brands of peanut butter, all kinds of flavors of jelly. he prefers grape over strawberry, but will let lucy gray choose. and then they’ll move onto candy, then fruit and utensils. “capri sun’s are the best. here, let me help you.” it comes naturally to him now, getting things from the top shelves that are out of her reach. he easily pulls the two boxes of juice, 10 pouches in each, and loads them into the cart beside her legs, careful not to crush her. “you sure you don’t want to walk, doll?” he inquires with a laugh, thinking she’ll soon be buried under all their groceries.

“oh.” that makes sense. billy was nice like that, the kind of person who was everyone’s friend. the boy next door kind of guy. so she should have known but then again…who’s to say he didn’t have alternative ideas in mind. “well, that’s a shame.” not really, she doesn’t want another girl getting attached to him and them becoming his best friend. “i’m not sure, but probably since everyone has got to get home early tonight.” including them. they could get in a wreck or anything from here to the motel…ten minutes with snow everywhere is more like thirty minutes. “i’m the sweetest girl in town, no babies of mine would ever be terrors.” and he’s sweet, so if they’re her and his genes mixed together they should have the tamest and kindest babies. she’s checking the notifications on her phone when she looks up, wondering why he’s gone quiet. maybe he’s just thinking what he wants to get, before he seemingly confirms her thoughts. “i was gonna suggest that… that we should get a few extra things of food.” she nods, snatching the loaf of whole wheat bread off the shelf in the aisle they go down. surprised there’s even any left. laughing at him saying oh and i’m not? “well, he has to be tall and have blue eyes and brown hair.” lucy gray grins, giving her hints away. “no, sour cream and onion.” she decides, since he got the purple doritos that are spicy. “oh— and let’s get peanut butter, jelly, bananas and a variety box of spoons, knives and forks. and two boxes of those capri sun’s…” she points at the shelf that she she can’t reach, since she’s got a pack of water in the car. “cómplices. thank you very much, partner.” lucy gray laughs, placing his chips in the seat part of the cart so they don’t get crushed.