Title: Italian Meatloaf with Baked Potatoes.
Character: Sam, Jules
Word count: 500
Rating: G
Prompt: Weekend prompt – Grocery shopping
Timeline: Sometime in season 3
Summary: Like sleeping alone in a double bed, cooking for one is no fun.
Disclaimer: Dun dun dun... what do you think?
Aisle 2, vegetables and fruits…
He walked passed through the sea of earthy colors without so much of a glance; his mom had sent him a box full of potatoes fresh from her garden last week. Smirking upon stumbling over a pile of mangoes, he continued his trip to the next aisle.
Aisle 5, confectionery.
It took him no more than five seconds to locate his favorite chocolate bars and he grabbed a handful of them. When he was seven, their housekeeper would smuggle in the sweets for both Braddock siblings right under his father's nose. Ever since then, it's his guilty pleasure.
His feet carried him passed the pet food section and he remembered that he had forgotten to clean up Dolly's aquarium. Should've given it to Spike. A little girl he'd saved had gifted the goldfish to him as a token of gratitude. He seems like a goldfish lover kind of guy.
Meat and seafood, aisle 3...
Things had changed so much over the past years. Being in a military surely didn't promise him five star hotel treatments. The pre-cooked packaged he used to have had been better than he'd imagined; they had been in the middle of a war and they'd have salmon fillet for dinner, for God's sake! Still, there had been plenty of times where they had to conserve their supplies while waiting for rescue. Food was a necessity, but certainly not a priority.
He added the two pounds of lean ground beef to his shopping basket and after making sure he'd got everything, made a beeline to the cashier.
"I can't believe you still eat that."
Quickly turning around, Sam was greeted by a grinning Jules Callaghan; instant noodles and a shampoo were cradled in her arms. He knew she was referring to his choice of cereal. "And you wondered why you never got served breakfast in bed?"
Jules gave him a displeased look and checked out his groceries. "Seems like you have a quite big production here."
His sheepish, boyish smile appeared. Jules knew he cooked, and she also knew that he's a better cook than she was. "Have to make use of some potatoes before they rot. Wanna join me?" Her stunned expression made him realize that he might have been too blunt. Kinda. "I'm being generous. Though if you'd rather have Mr. Noodles for dinner, nobody's stopping you."
She flushed gracefully, having been caught red handed. "You're cooking?"
"I won't let you poison us, so yes. Italian meatloaf with baked potatoes."
"The only thing missing is blueberry muffin."
"Timmy's right across the street."
"Sam…"
"I think I have a very nice red wine in the fridge..." He slowly said, garnishing a very tempting offer. His ego was big, but hers bigger.
"Well, depends." Her eyes met his.
His eyebrow rose.
Mirth reflected in those doe brown eyes. "As long as you wear that floral apron, I'm in."
Sam scoffed. "Seriously, Jules."
"Kidding. You cook, I do the dishes. Deal?"
"Perfect."
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