"One or two?"
I lifted the fruits in my hands, trying to figure out which one had a better quality and how many I should take.
I shoved them in my cart and continued onto another aisle before I stopped and picked up more things.
It was refreshing leaving the house after being locked in for so long, I felt so free I didn't want to return at all.
I pushed my cart and gazed along the aisles nostalgic for my father's store but it was better than nothing.
I decided early in the morning I was going shopping because I was tired of sitting around bored and the house desperately needed a few things.
I left as soon as I was finished cleaning for the morning and went straight to the nearest supermarket.
I had to admit I was glad I did because I finally felt free again to think coherently and without looking over my shoulder.
My shopping cart stopped when I made it up to the cashier, a thin dark haired girl that reminded me of myself as a teenager.
She checked my groceries and I swiped my card across the machine while she watched me.
"You're very pretty." Her sudden remark caught me off guard but I smiled at her appreciatively.
"How did you know?"
I gazed at my wedding band, a perfect mixture of gold and silver with a beautiful diamond in the center. I had to admit, even though I had disliked wearing it on my finger, it was beautiful.
"Your husband must be very happy to have you." she smiled curiously while another girl bagged my groceries.
I could understand her curiosity with me because it wasn't everyday she'd see a bride as young as I was.
I gave her a court nod and took my bags but I looked back at myself and paused.
Your husband must be very happy to have you.
An idea came to mind and I walked briskly to leave the supermarket and return home.
The pots on the stove bubbled rhythmically as delicious smells filled the room.
I stirred the food bubbling up in the pot before replacing the lid on it and turning off the flame.
I smiled, popping a little of the hot food in my mouth after cooling it and removing the pot from the stove.
I was making one of my best dishes for Kerrick, it took me nearly all day but the end product was worth it.
I didn't give Kerrick a chance to appreciate what I could do because he wasn't aware of it. I wasn't planning on winning his heart or changing his personality towards me but I wanted him to at least give me props and respect. I wanted him to be at least proud to have me.
I took out a scoop of steaming hot food and blew on it gently, curls of heat lifting from the ladle.
The front door cracked open like a clash of thunder and Kerrick barged into the room.
I went up to him smiling and holding out the ladle of food to him.
"Taste this, I made it for you."
He slapped the spoon out of my hand and it fell to the floor with a thud, food spilling on the carpet.
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The Good WifeRomance
Delancy lives with her father and works in his store. When the store falls into debt she agrees to marry the son of her father's wealthy friend. Marrying a man she could barely understand was difficult but the challenges she encounters as she tries...