Devotion 15
She had the items in the cart divided. He had no idea what to buy. He wanted everything and nothing. She had given him a lecture about needing vitamins. She had let him know what she thought about his hair. She could shape it up for him. That's if he could stop being an asshole for a few minutes. "What's the matter, Edward? Don't trust me with scissors in my hand?"
He had smirked. He was still very hurt that she had called him weak. She didn't seem to see the need for a conversation after a remark like that. He knew trying to talk to her in any real way made him extremely tired. What was the point?
He dreaded getting back in the car with her. If he avoided making any purchases, he could say adios and walk home. But she put things in the cart for him. Things she felt he needed. It was a growing mound. At least four bags.
"You're here to do your shopping," he said.
She stopped the cart and looked at him. "I'm aware of what I've got to do, Edward."
"Me, too," he said.
"You mean you're aware of what you need to do or what I need to do cause frankly…" She sighed and pushed the cart.
She hadn't lowered her voice. A couple of ladies shot him a look. He didn't smile. It didn't matter.
They got in line to pay, and she put her items on the counter first. She wasn't looking at him it seemed. She'd been avoiding really looking at him the whole time they'd been in here. Well, she did that a lot.
She paid in Food Stamps. After she did that, she shot him a look, defiant. Sore-headed. He wasn't judging her. Much.
She moved off to bag her stuff, and he marveled at the selection he unloaded from the cart. He was now the owner of Charmin, Dial soap, dishwashing liquid, bleach wipes, Bagel Bites, Corn Dogs, Fruit Loops, milk, instant coffee, and a few other things.
He counted out the money owed and pushed his cart to the counter for bagging. Finished with hers, Bella immediately began to bag his. He felt helpless in her presence. Again.
He put his hands on the cart. If nothing else…he'd drive. They went out to the car, and she lifted the trunk lid. She was going to unload all by herself, it seemed, but he pulled back the cart and moved in so he could unload. She sighed like he was the biggest pain in the butt God ever created. When he finished, she said she would return the cart because he might fuck it up.
She had no idea that comment made him bleed a little more. He couldn't believe it either. He got back in the car and waited. Once she entered, he looked away. "I'd like to get you some gas," he said to his reflection.
"What? Get out of town, turkey," she said, starting the car.
He smiled a little, but he was hurt. "No one says that anymore."
"I do," she said, backing out of the spot.