Because it's been too long since I've given you a short.
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Just a short little fluff piece because when you're writing a love like Quinn and Santana's the words write themselves.
Cheers to Our favorite little couple, living happily in New York
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Ah, Sunday.
It's the most favorite and most hated day of the week for me.
Sunday.
Why you may ask? Because it's our dreaded weekly grocery trip.
If you asked high school me what I hated the most it would be math class hands down but if you ask grown up me what I hate the most?
It would definitely be grocery shopping.
Don't laugh. I know, it's dumb but even you can admit
it's so mundane. You walk around the same store every week or two, you grab the same items and sometimes it's one or two different things.
Yay.
Then there's the pointless arguments that are always between not needing certain spices because you already have them and the difference between two and three ply toilet paper.
I shit you not. No pun intended.
Then finally you load up all the crap you've argued about onto the counter and pay for it. Only to load it back onto your car and then? You guessed it. You get to unload it again and put it away.
See what I'm saying? Booorrrrring.
I've complained so much over the years that now, Lucy tries to go without me. Sometimes she tries to sneak out when I'm not home. But as much as I hate it, I'll never miss a chance to go. Because as much as I hate it, it's my most favorite day of the week.
Let me paint the scene. We arrive at the grocery store and somehow, we always get separated. Eventually we find each other in some random aisle and she gives me this smile.
Chills.
Everywhere.
Without fail.
Every. Single. Time.
Sometimes I'll wander off just so we can bump into each other and I get to see that smile. Lucy gives me this megawatt smile that to this day, makes my heart skip a beat.
It's the smallest gesture I know but it's also one of the countless reasons I fell in love with her.
I won't ever tell her any of this because then it won't be the same. So I hold it close to my heart and smile because I know that those smiles are reserved for me and me alone.
That's my smile.
We unload our groceries at home, like we've done countless times over the past ten years. She's on her tippy toes reaching to place the spices on the top shelf and I am unloading everything onto the counter.
A second later she throws her head back and laughs.
My eyebrows furrow as I turn my attention and she pulls down not one but two bottles of lemon pepper and shrugs. I laugh, shaking my head in return because that's what I told her at the store but she never listens to me.
I wouldn't change or trade my life for anyone else's. Because I have everything I need. My beautiful, gorgeous wife, the wonderful life we've created together and now, three bottles of lemon pepper.
I hope she has these special moments like this with me and never tells me because…..
It's the simple things that make life worth living.
