Page 34 of In Just One Night
“It was. And even though you struggled, you were a good sport.” He pecked my lips before opening the car door for me.
Spending time with him made me sort of regret sneaking out of the hotel room like I did. We could have built the bond we were building a long time ago.
Londonand I had another kid free day since Paris had gone with one of her friends. We decided to keep things low-key. Our first stop of the day was the grocery store so we could get some food to meal prep. Since she’d mentioned it, I thought it’d be a good idea for me to try it too. I spent most of my time outside of work at her house, so some days, I didn’t have time to do anything else. With meal preparation, I could stop ordering out or going somewhere for lunch. I also could prepare dinner, so all I would have to do was pop it in the microwave.
“What kind of things would you want to eat during the week? You can do all three meals or the ones where you struggle more.”
“I can’t see myself making eggs ahead of time, so breakfast is probably out. Maybe some sandwiches for lunch, some beefand chicken for dinner. And probably tuna and chicken salad for salads and sandwiches.”
I wasn’t a picky eater, so it wouldn’t be hard to pick some things out that would be easy to make.
“You know you can boil eggs the night before and eat them with breakfast, or put them in your salad,” London suggested as she pushed the shopping cart.
We had been going up and down the aisles, picking out things for both of our houses. I told her to add stuff to my cart for her and Paris whenever they came over. Since I had moved into a bigger spot, they visited a few times, but we found it easier to stay at London’s whenever Paris was around.
London picked up the little things Paris liked to snack on. We had been trying new things with her. I loved watching her little face scrunch up when she tried something she didn’t like. It was the cutest and funniest thing. She looked like a combination of London and me, and some days I couldn’t get over having a little girl in the world.
“You know what, that’s a good idea. I didn’t think of that,” I responded.
We were in the aisle with nuts and stuff, so London grabbed a can of peanuts and some almonds. She mentioned that almonds were a good snack when I didn’t want much or didn’t have time to eat something else.
“I can’t forget these,” I said as I held up the bag of sunflower seeds.
“Of course you can’t.”
We continued down the aisle, and London grabbed a couple of packs of cookies and some snacks for the people in her office.
“Don’t act like you ain’t gonna get a big ass bag of M&M’s when we find them.”
London rolled her eyes and smirked. “You don’t know me like that.”
I moved behind her and helped her push the cart. I nuzzled my nose against her neck, enjoying the scent of her citrus perfume.
“I’m learning you, though.” I kissed her neck, then moved back to her side.
We moved on to the next aisle, and I was surprised when I spotted my parents. London and I hadn’t gotten around to meeting each other’s parents. We weren’t hiding or anything; we were just trying to spend as much time as we could together and with Paris.
My mother was in the middle of fussing with my father about his sodas when she noticed me.
“Genesis?” She left my dad where he was and walked toward us.
“I don’t know why you are fussing with him. You know that’s an argument you won’t win,” I joked when she got close enough, then hugged her.
She hugged me back, then put a little space between us.
“It doesn’t matter if I’ll win or not.” Her eyes darted toward London, and she smiled. “And who do we have here?”
My dad came up behind my mother and smiled at London and me. I could tell by the expression on his face that he approved of her.
“This is London. London, these are my parents, Cynthia and Grant Lancaster.”
“Paris looks like you but also like Genesis,” my mother said. “It’s nice to finally meet you.” She pulled London into her arms and hugged her tightly. She whispered something into London’s ear, which caused London to smile.
My father stood next to me as he waited to greet London. I was happy that my mother seemed to like London already.
“Nice to meet you, London,” my father said when my mom released her. He shook her hand.
“It’s nice to meet you two as well,” London said.
