rounding the front of the truck to get in himself and start the vehicle.
โsorry โbout the mess, delia.. sort of uses the backseat as a giant purse.โ
he laughed and was leaning against the truck now, hand on the top as he looked at her, head tilted. โsweetheart, youโre cominโ with me to the store to get baking mixes to make my ( daughter ) cupcakes. itโs already a repeat.โ and with that thereโs a wink, as he shut the door.
she knocks his arm with her elbow , โknock it off , itโs not going to be a repeat of the umbrella situation .โ she chuckles , โsuch a gentleman,โ she hums , sarcastic edge to her tone , only teasing , as she slides into the seat .
โand i meant it.โ he mumbled under his breath before clearing his throat. chuckling as he moved his head in the direction of the black chevy silverado blackhawk,
โi shouldโve made you guess.โ He was then unlocking it, and moving to open the passenger door for her.
โhoney, the only thing with sugar between us is you.โ he was smirking at her as she looked back and he was shaking his head, getting through the door and heading towards his truck.
โyou could at least sugarcoat it !โ she protests , head turning to look back at him , hands falling into the pockets of her jacket , as she pushes through the door with her elbow , foot holding it open for him .
brow rose and he watched her pack the bag. he stood, stretching as his his hand entered a pocket of his flight suit to pull truck keys out. โnope. sorry, sweetheart.โ
he chuckled and followed after her.
notebook is shoved into her โhard deckโ tote bag , hands moving to sit in her pockets , โi see you still donโt trust me to drive .โ she rolls her eyes , before throwing him a sweet smile . โbut fine .โ she shrugs , moving out of the door .
โyeah , let me just grab my jacket .โ notebook is shut closed , pen looped through the spirals carefully , as she throws on a decorated aviator jacket , her motherโs , of course . โso , to the store , iโm guessing ? are you driving , or am i driving ?โ sheโs still babbling .
he was fighting the smile from his face, her reaction was adorable. but then he cleared his throat,
โunder strict orders for: chocolate, vanilla and one, which means an entire batch that doesnโt leave the house, of strawberry.โ
โoh ,โ leaning back against the chair , allowing shock to process for a mere moment , โyeah . i can help , i think my mom had a decent family recipe , or we could go to the store , and grab some box mix .โ sheโs trying not to babble , clearly failing .
if you were to come looking for me๏ผi need you to know that i would let you find me. i need you to know that i'm never going to stop waiting for you๏ผno matter how hopeless the wait may be.