137: "We need groceries, not just junk food. You're worse than the kids."
It was hard enough taking their two rambunctious kids to the grocery store. Between making sure Kynzlee stayed within eyesight and keeping Zek from crying for whatever he saw on the shelves that he couldn't have, Addison always had her hands full.
So when she groaned with dread, anticipating what was to come in her near future, her husband insisted he go along so he could help.
"They're my kids too, Adds. I should be helping you more." Zed said.
"You're tired from a long week. Stay home and rest! I can manage." She argued.
"I know you can, but why deny a couple extra hands?" He countered with a head tilt. She sighed in defeat, knowing it would be easier if Kynzlee was at least watched by her father.
"If you're sure." She finally agreed.
"Anything to make your life easier." Zed smiled, pulling her into his arms and kissing her forehead.
"Zed! Stop it!" Addison scolded, swatting at his hand as it tried dropping in another box of cookies. He snatched his offended hand back, cookies package crinkling as he clung them to his chest with a pout.
"But these kinds are different from the other ones!" He whined. Addison slapped her palm to her forehead.
"We need groceries, not just junk food. You're worse than the kids." She groaned. Zed snotted, dropping the cookies into the basket and earning a glare from his wife.
"Relax Adds!" He purred, sliding around the cart and pulling her into him for a kiss. She relaxed into his chest, kissing him back. All too soon, he pulled back away. "Eating a little junk food is good for you." He said quickly before turning to chase their daughter down the dessert aisle.
"Junk food is never—! Oh forget it." She muttered, leaning down and kissing their toddler son who was gnawing on a teething ring quietly. "Your daddy will never change, huh?" She whispered with a fond smile.
Zek babbled happily, lifting Addison's mood instantly. Their family may be hectic and imperfect but she wouldn't have it any other way.