"It's a wonder I haven't murdered you in the year that we've been dating."
Becky pinched the bridge of her nose as Dean pouted in front of the shopping cart. She didn't know why she brought him with her. Whenever they went and stayed at Dean's place in Vegas and went shopping, it went smoothly and was actually really fun. But when he came to Orlando to stay with her, it was a nightmare. She was sure he did it on purpose too, but she couldn't figure out why. And, foolishly, she kept bringing him because their days off were far and few between, and any private moments they could spend away from the road seemed like good ideas.
"But, Becky, I really want these." He groaned loudly. She ducked her head and tried not to look at anyone else in the store.
"You're being a toddler, I'm not buying you those stupid zebra cakes. They're unhealthy and we eat enough junk food on the road."
He dramatically dropped his head and huffed before moving away to put them back. Becky sighed and pushed her hair behind her ear. She let her eyes drift back to the protein powder mixes she was trying to decide on. She was the healthier one out of the two of them, at least when it came to eating well. Dean would scarf down a Big Mac and then go run a couple miles in the desert. Don't get her wrong, she loved watching him run shirtless, but the way he'd eat was disgusting. She smiled fondly as the thought raced through her head. She fell in love with a freak, and loved it more each and every day.
She finally chose a protein powder that she wanted to try and turned back to find Dean swaggering back. He had another box in his hand and Becky prepared herself for more begging. He doesn't even look at her though and just throws the box in the cart. She looks at it and grits her teeth.
"Dean?"
He looks back with a barely contained smirk, "Yes, oh love of my life?"
"Why are there Lucky Charms in my shopping cart?"
He looked down into the cart before raising an eyebrow at her, "I thought it was like a national rule that Irish people had to eat Lucky Charms. Plus, I thought it was our shopping cart."
She closed her eyes and breathed deeply and counted to ten in her head. Her hands clutched the cart tightly before she answered, "One, we aren't in Ireland right now. Two, that's completely inaccurate. And three, this is food for my house, and I'll be damned if I give people more ammo by having Lucky Charms in my house."
He frowns, "Ireland should make that a rule." But when he continues to stroll down the aisle she rips the box out of the cart and storms after him.
"Put these back!"
He looks down at the box of cereal that she just shoved into his arms, and then looked back at "No, I like this kind. Must be my taste for Irish things."
She blushes and stutters at the hungry look he gives her and shoves him, "Why do you always have to be so embarrassing at the store?"
He fights a smile, taking the box and putting it back in the cart, "You're the one yelling in the middle of the store. Try to have some decency, there are other people here."
She felt her brain short circuit in anger. "I want to kill you sometimes! You never act like this when we're at your store in Vegas!"
He fights a smile, "That's true."
She angrily stomps up to him, picking the stupid breakfast cereal out of the cart again, "Then why are you like this here, huh?! To embarrass me?"
He shrugs, "Sort of."
His short answers were pissing her off more. "Well we can't always go to the store by your house, Dean!"
He looks at her, his smile dropping away, "We could if you moved in with me."
The angry retort she had ready died on her tongue. There was silence as blood rushed in her ears. She stared at him with wide eyes. He tilted his head at her for a moment then looked behind her towards the meat section. "You want some hotdogs? I want some hotdogs." Then the little fucker just walked off!
She watched him go, her mouth open in shock. Was that why he had always been so annoying at her store? He wanted her to not be able to come back here out of embarrassment so she'd have to come live with him and go to his store? She watched him stroll back with a pack of hot dogs and throw them in the cart. She was finally able to speak again. "You want me to live with you?"
He smirked, "Wouldn't have said anything if I didn't."
She ran a hand through her hair, "Let me get this straight, you wanted me to be so embarrassed here that'd I'd move out of the state to shop at your store in Vegas?"
He shrugged, "You like my store; you love me. Didn't really see any faults in my plan."
She shook her head, "You realize there are other stores in Orlando, and Florida right?"
He pursed his lips, "Huh, did not think of that… so is that a no then?"
She ran a hand down her face, "You know some guys would do a whole romantic thing to ask this question."
He smiled, "Well I'm not some guys, and I'm pretty sure us standing this close in a public place is pretty romantic. Especially after you get annoyed with me. It's our thing, Irish."
She smiled up at him and leaned up to kiss him. He was right it was their thing, and she honestly wouldn't have it any other way, because she loved him and she knew he loved her too.
After she placed the soft kiss on his lips she reached her hand around and grabbed a fistful of his hair and pulled his head back. "I'll move in with you, Ambrose, but I swear to God if you make one more Lucky Charms joke, I'll end you."
He hissed in pain and quickly agreed. She let him go and he rubbed the back of his head in pain, looking at her strangely. She raised an eyebrow at him and he blushed, "Uh, nothing. Just… don't pull my hair."
He turned to walk down the aisle and she smirked. Oh, that could be fun. But she shook that idea off for later and smiled. They were moving in together. Her eyes lingered on the box of Lucky Charms that still sat in her cart. She shrugged, it was a special occasion, and she could cave this one time.