We were in the supermarket. Igor looked at the cleaning products section in confusion. I had no idea what to do, let alone what to buy. We had arrived a few minutes ago at the empty market. We had already bought milk and dairy products, but we were still short of perishables and cleaning products.
- Can't we skip this part and go to the cookie session? Igor asked both of us, pouting.
- Ask your mommy, little son. Pablo said, laughing afterwards. Then he looked at me. "I'm feeling like a father dumped with a six-year-old son at the grocery store.
"I don't even remember. I snorted, looking at Igor's childish expression. "And yes, Igor, it's quick to buy things. You're the one who exaggerates. Soon we will go to buy biscuits, relax.
-I don't see a difference between fabric softener and bleach other than the packaging. And what is the difference between laundry detergent and liquid soap?
"I'm going to put you in a shower with laundry detergent and wash your clothes with Johnson and Johnson so you can see the difference, okay?"
"I prefer Dove, Auntie. "I saw Pablo laughing and I tried hard to stay serious.
"How did you survive on your own?" Seriously. Even I, who am terrible, know how to buy more things than you. I muttered to myself. Incredulous. I never imagined myself doing this, shopping, with Igor as a bonus. "Well, do something useful. Get shampoo, toothpaste, soap and etc.
Igor went, while Pablo and I picked up the rest of the stuff. Settling in the cart. Igor returned, his arms full of things. Among them is a Johnson and Johnson shampoo. I deserve it... We bought some fruits and vegetables, as well as rice, beans, sugar, milk, coffee and Toddy. We bought about 15 ramen noodles, just in case, and some instant pasta.
- Where is the biscuit session? Serious. I need chocolate, junk food, candy. I was in a hospital, man.
"And soon, you'll be back there." Because of diabetes.
"You worry too much. You really look like a mommy.
"I'll never be a mommy. I closed the expression. It was absurd to think about it. I had no patience with children.
"An old, boring mommy.
"Old woman, a bastard...
- Look at the verbiage! He stopped the cart and I looked at him confused. He rolled his eyes.
-Let's go? He stood still. Leaning on the trolley. "I thought you wanted to go for the sweets."
"I want to. But what's up? Want a ride... aunt? He looked at me suggestively. I looked around, we were in the empty supermarket. Lie, there were some people. They'd think I'd be ridiculous and... You really want to know? Screw it! I ran and climbed into the cart, cautiously. I shoved a few packets of sugar in there and straightened up. Feeling like a happy child. Igor started running with me in the stroller, I started laughing and controlled the impulse to scream. "For the record, I don't know you!" Pablo shouted from afar. Igor kept running with me to the next hallway, until we started to slide. Unfortunately, to our embarrassment, and to end our fun, two supermarket employees stopped us. I smiled yellow.
"It is forbidden to do this in the corridors, gentlemen.
-Ops. He laughs embarrassedly, getting out of the cart. The clerk, who was younger, helped me down. Holding my hand. I looked up as I straightened up. I looked at the boy holding my hand. He must have been about twenty years old at the most. The blue uniform of the supermarket marked, and more, his physical attributes. He was well... Ui. I heard a throat clearing from Igor and let go of my hand, embarrassed. What is it? I'm in love, not dead. I looked at Igor, who had a frown. I smiled childishly at him.
"You and your boyfriend can't run around the halls. The older, fatter employee spoke. Pulling up his pants. I controlled the impulse to laugh.
"Er... He's not my boyfriend. It's my...
-Husband. Igor said seriously. I gasped along with the cute guy next to me. I choked on the air, do what. I looked at Igor, super serious. Who sent me a super smile, pulling me close and giving me a crack kiss on the cheek. - Right, sweetheart? We got married a year ago.
-Than... Legal. The cute guy said, kind of yellow.
"Don't worry, we're not going to run around anymore. Igor pushed the cart with one hand, while pulling/dragging me by the other. I looked back, seeing the cute little guy walk away and getting a good view of where he kept his pay for the day. No, I wasn't looking at his ass, and what an ass!, but rather at his pocket. Don't think nonsense.
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