elliot-kc:
Elliot was far too nice. He could hear his husband saying it just the way he always had. But not everything needed to change, right? Elliot was ready to help her find the “perfect” box of noodles. Whatever the standard may be.
“Call her a ‘whole ass teenager’ again and I’ll break every one of these boxes,” he teased. The joking tone not there as much as he wanted it to be but, boy, talk about parenting panic. Thinking about his daughter as a teenager was enough to have Elliot curl up in the corner and cry. Grabbing two boxes at once, he passed them down for her to inspect.
“That’s a big offer and you don’t have to. I’m kind of used to it and really, I only got one arm to use but it’s far better than listening to her whine about everything she thinks she needs. And I’m not great at saying no.”
She watched, eyes wide as he started to grab the boxes. When he joked about breaking them, she stared up at him a little startled. She had yet to really adjust to Americans’ sense of humor. Chuckling nervously, she simply took both boxes and placed them gingerly in her cart. Beggars can’t be choosers after all.
“You sure? Doesn’t that get tiring?” She said looking at the child imaging that she probably got heavy in his arms after only a few minutes. “Oh yeah.. that’s a dad daughter thing I think... dads really struggle to say no to their girl.” She thought about how it was in Barbados and her mom would have made her walk the entire time and if she complained she’d get in trouble. “What if you need something down low, big man?”















