Market Day. It was a new tradition, but one they both enjoyed and Marcus loved finding new and interesting things for Jim to cook for dinner. He parked the car and handed Jim their reusable bags before locking up. "Did you put sunscreen on, baby?" That fair skin burned so easily.
"I did." Jim's long, long hair was braided, tied back, his baby grinning at him.
"Good." He'd spread lotion on his own bald pate before leaving the house. There was no point in tempting fate. "So where first? Veggies? Fruit? The organic meat farmer?" Sometimes they went from stall to stall in an orderly fashion, but often they cut across from one specific vendor to another, taking the long way around, so to speak.
"Meat, then vegetables, then fruit. I have a list. Nothing weird today."
"Why on earth not?" Marcus loved the weird food game.
"Because I have a list." Stubborn baby. Jim always had a list. Always. Marcus loved not following it.
"So we add a thing or two to the list." He headed for the organic meat tent. They were regulars and Daniel would have something interesting for them to add to Jim's list. Sometimes Daniel even set stuff aside, just for them.
"Nope. I'm sticking to the list." Jim met his gaze, chin stubborn but eyes happy. Someone was pushing, playing, looking for attention. His baby was so beautiful like this.
"We'll see." He couldn't help but tease. "If you have a spanking on that list, then it just might be doable."
"Already had that today." Jim actually stuck his tongue out. Brat. Beautiful, playful, wonderful brat. Marcus loved him so.
"Oh, you're angling for something sharper than a spanking." He swung Jim into his arms and kissed his baby hard, then continued on to Daniel's stall like that was normal. For them it was, and if the rest of the world didn't agree, they could go blow themselves.
Jim stood still for a second, then followed him. "You kissed me."
He grinned, pleased at Jim's reaction. "Indeed."
"Hrm." Jim frowned at him, the look patently fake. His baby was in a wicked mood. Marcus was eager to find out where it led them. Jim walked right by him and over to where Daniel was standing behind a table. "Daniel. Good morning. Do you have any chicken breasts?"
"And perhaps something more adventurous?" Marcus looked at Jim out of the corner of his eyes as he asked.
"Adventurous isn't on the list, Marcus."