Shopping

nothingimpossibleonlyimprobable:

Imagine Emma, scheduling a day with Killian to go on a road trip to the closest Bed Bath & Beyond, to get housewares for their new home.

Imagine them going up and down the aisles, him fascinated by all the curious gadgets as she tries to explain them to him, but there are some that stump even her.

Imagine her testing out all the containers, making sure he’d be able to open them with one hand, and doing the same with the appliances, all while he’s busy examining the various types of cookware.

Imagine him already planning what kinds of meals he’ll prepare as he hefts the cast iron pots in his hand – a mixture of the few recipes he remembers from his mother and those he’s picked up in centuries of worldwide travel.

Imagine them arguing over the necessity of throw pillows for a bed, and it dissolving into a pillow fight in the middle of the store, with them being asked by the manager to please stop or leave the store.

Imagine them finding the perfect china patten, tiny blue swans drifting on the ocean painted around the rim, matching perfectly with the pale blue glasses he’d already picked.

Imagine her skirting the baby aisles as fast as possible, the red-toned memories of her own macabre crib set still not something she’s ready to deal with, as he reaches for her hand and just squeezes knowingly.

Imagine them picking out towels, him obsessed with how they feel while she tries to get him to model the smallest ones they have, which he does gladly.

Imagine them leaving the store, their only purchase after all that an intricately carved plaque that just says, “Hope,” as they head back home to hang it up.