4. Buy milk
The day was long and the only thing Mycroft wanted to do was go home, relax in a long warm bath and snuggle up with Greg.
Every time he tried to remember how his life was before Greg entered his life he would get the proverbial shiver down his back as if someone told a ghost story around a camp fire. Not that he has told ghost stories around a camp fire, but he imagined that is how it would feel like. Besides if he ever needs to tell ghost stories he has enough data to make sure his story is the scariest of them all.
His phone blinked with an incoming text.
"Hey Love, I used the last milk in our dessert, can you buy milk on your way home?"
Mycroft blinked. Gregory, his wonderful, beautiful and amazing man wants him to do what? Buy milk? He is the British Government; he has people to do that for him. And here comes person one, Anthea.
"Anthea, Gregory sent me a text, asking to buy milk, can you perhaps..."
"No." Mycroft tilted his head as he stared at her, did she just interrupted him? Saying no?" Looking at him she nodded.
"You heard me, Greg wants his partner, his other half, the man, not the politician to stop at a store and buy milk. We can go the small Tesco's across the street before we leave."
"But I never buy milk." Mycroft retorted, forgetting that he was a grown man. Anthea rolled her eyes.
"Then it's a good time to start, you can also buy him some biscuits or chocolates, he likes the chocolate eggs. They have a special on at the moment. It would make you look thoughtful."
"I'm always thoughtful." Mycroft mumbled.
"Of course sir, shall I accompany you?"
"Why, don't think I can buy milk?"
"To protect you from the rush hour of goldfish that might try to make small talk."
"I don't make small talk."
"Exactly."
Taking a deep breath he opened his phone.
"Will do, on my way home now. MH."
