She shook her and chuckled lightly under her breath, “You’re so bad.” She whispered as she turned her attention towards the chocolatier.
He looked over the whole profile of her image, down her neck and over her breasts tucked in that thick jacket before he leaned back slightly to gaze at her backside. Even though he’d checked her out quite a few times before, now that they openly knew his emotions, he caught himself virtually all the time. Simon released a deep sigh to himself before he looked to the front, “You have no idea.” He stated.
Turning, the woman handed the boxes over and glanced between them, "Will that be all?"
Making sure to be polite, Simon took the bag of stacked boxes before he took their business card from the counter, “Hmm, I think so, thank you for your help.” He answered.
Cherish waved goodbye to the woman before she braced herself for the cold. Stepping outside, she was already waiting to cross the street when Simon paused, “Oh right, the wood shop. I forgot.” He expressed lightly hitting his forehead.
A couple of cars slowly passed by before they stepped off the curb and hurried over, "You're losing your mind. I told you porn rots your brain." Cherish stated. Though, her false accusation was alike to the pot calling the kettle black. Simon wasn't the only one in the house who used a phone for overnight activities.
Entering the building, they noticed demonstrations and workshops were tucked on the left-hand side. The shelves were stocked with discounted Christmas figurines and specialty items. There were many products to choose from paperweights, to jewelry, to doll benches, and just what Cherish wished for; rocking chairs.
Browsing through the shop, Simon walked along her side closely with his hand on the small of her back, “See anything interesting? Aside from the cat ashtray…”
She didn't miss the way his hand would rub along her back and linger which flattered her all the same. Tucking her eyebrows together, she pointed at the figure of Marilyn Monroe holding her dress down; as odd as it looked, "Why don't we get that one instead?" She asked.
Simon tilted his head unimpressed, “There’s only one skirt I’m worried about and it isn’t Marilyn’s.” he muttered to himself just out of earshot of Cherish. He'd been staring at her more often than most. He liked spending time with their parents but having fun on the town with Cherish was different; special, “We really need to do this more often, Just us, one on one.” He said out loud.
She tilted her head back before standing straight and rubbing against her arms, "You know that we really shouldn't." She replied.
He tilted his head, “Why not? We’re doing it right now.” He pointed out with his arms out to the side.
Looking at him without answering the fact that they were out together. She shook her head because he knew what she’d meant.
Shrugging, he didn’t want to the distance to take ground again, “I don’t know about you, but I’m getting kind of hungry. Are you done browsing? Or do you need a little more time?” he asked.
As soon as the small rocking chairs came into view, Cherish inhaled a deep breath and picked up the pace. She crouched down and flipped over the price tag. Pricy. Far pricier than she was used to, but the quality couldn't be beat, "This is fantastic..."
With those three words, Simon knew this was a time where she was determined to get something for her babies, and it showed in her features.. She wanted them, but he didn’t know where they would fit in the van or on the plane.
She pointed to the chairs, "I just want to talk to someone about these. Do you think they deliver?" She asked.
Simon looked around for a worker before he waved, “I figured you wanted them.”
A man approached, “Can I help you, sir?”
Simon pulled on one of the chairs and tilted his head, “We were wondering if you deliver state-wide. We’re just visiting, but we really like these chairs.”
The man nodded as he stroked his red beard, “We do, but there are additional fees and shipping costs that will have to be covered.” He informed.
Simon already had that in mind and could agree. He gave Cherish a glance, whose expression told him how happy she was. This was his chance to gain brownie points to push her closer to him sooner. He turned back to the man, “Perfect. We would like to get two of them.”
As the man picked up the chair beside Simon, he nudged his head in the direction of the register, “If you could bring the other to the front, I’ll take you both over here. I’ll send it for packaging, and we’ll get your delivery form filled out.” He said before turning his back to them.
Cherish bit on her bottom lip and kissed Simon on the cheek, "Thank you, so much." She whispered.
Success.
As he bent over to fill out the paperwork, she rested her chin against his shoulder and stared at the little chairs. Now, she couldn't wait for her little monsters to use them.
Once they had exhausted their time in the wood shop, they both left more than pleased and strolled to a semi famous diner on the next block. Within, they were seated and looked over the menu. They spoke about how early they'd have to leave in the morning, how Simon wasn't ready to go back to work, and how they couldn't wait to have the whole house to themselves again.
Cherish listened to Simon talk about his college days and friends he'd fallen out of touch with. There were talks about his high school reunion and how he wasn't sure if he'd go. Sitting with their sandwiches and sodas in the middle
