Disclaimer: See initial chapter.
Day 8: Shopping
Derek was muttering under his breath. Something about nosy little humans not minding their own damn business, and he could take care of himself, thank you very much. That's the gist of what the werewolf was saying anyway. Stiles was only paying him half a mind as they walked up and down the aisles of the grocery store.
Stiles had often heard similar rantings from his father, whenever they went grocery shopping, so he'd learned to tune out the disgruntled ramblings. He did know what he was doing, and no, Derek, and his father, could not take care of themselves. Case in point: bare cupboards, unless one counted spiderwebs filled with fat, juicy flies, which Stiles most certainly didn't count; a refrigerator with half a jar of outdated mayo, a single egg, a handful of beers (and not even a decent brand), a slice of cheese that had seen better days - in the Depression - and a flickering bulb; nothing but ice in the freezer.
And, for the second time, no, he wasn't, in essence, or otherwise, dating his father. That the two men had striking similarities, like not being able to properly stock their refrigerators or cupboards, was neither here nor there. That Stiles felt compelled to make sure both men ate healthy diets, was...well, it just was.
Free Reader Tip #9: You have to take care of your wolf, because he won't take care of himself. Period. This involves grocery shopping, and listening to him grumble about said shopping. In the end, it'll be worth the pain, because your wolf will be healthier, and live a longer life.
"I do not need...quinoa, what the hell is quinoa?" Derek tried to place the box back on the shelf, Stiles swiftly swept it back into the wagon, and quickly pushed it down the aisle.
"It's good for you," Stiles said, and he tossed in a box of whole grain spaghetti noodles. "And, if you're a good little shopper, I'll even cook it for you one of these days."
Derek snorted, and Stiles chanced a look at the man. Though he wasn't smiling, the lines around his mouth and eyes had diminished, slightly. Maybe they'd survive this shopping trip after all.
Fin.
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