more than i can hold in my heart.

grocery shopping

a/n: some domestic fluff :))

enjoy!!

-jyka💕

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"Ben!" She whisper-shouted, looking around to see nobody paying attention to them. "Don't put that in, I'm not paying for it."

Her husband pouted, and she made the mistake of looking into his pretty eyes. "Miranda," he sang. "Please."

She rolled her eyes. "Benjamin Warren, don't." She tried to get the smile off her face, but she couldn't help it.

"Please? I'll pay for it."

Miranda scoffed. "Then you'll tell me you forgot to bring your wallet, and where would that get me?"

They were grocery shopping for the first time this month. Usually, they go every two weeks, but it's been a busy month at the hospital, especially with Ben's third year residency in uproar, and Miranda being newly instated as Chief of Surgery.

Ben had put Sour Patch Kids in their cart, and he just knew she liked those beautiful, God-given candies, but it hurt her stomach afterwards. He refrained from buying it for her, but he mentioned that he'd been craving some.

"I'll pay you when we get home, please," he begged. He wasn't relenting. "It's only a few times a year, baby, let me have this. Let yourself have this. You've been so good at Chief-ing."

"Boy, that ain't a word," she mumbled loud enough for him to hear, as they moved down the aisle.

He ignored her comment, and continued pestering her but she was a stone wall. She was not breaking down, no matter how he huffed and puffed.

He knew her though. He knew that she would whine and crave them later, so when she wasn't watching, he put the candies under the other goods, and smiled proudly to himself.

Miranda moved to the other aisle, and spotted their preferred cereal, but for some reason, it was put higher on the shelf.

Ben had taken a detour around the second aisle to grab some cheese, and he smiled cheekily as he turned and saw his wife trying, and failing to reach for the box.

"Never thought a cereal would defeat you," he remarked, laughing loudly as she dropped from her tiptoes and glared at him. Her death stare never worked on him, and he laughed louder. "Need some help, woman?"

She crossed her arms. "No thanks."

"Stop being stubborn."

"I'm not."

"You just proved me right," he chuckled again, loving the way her lips formed into a pout. He really wanted to kiss her right now, and he did, pressing his lips to her full ones.

She whined, but he knew she didn't mean it. "Ben, get the damn cereal."

He brushed his thumb over her lower lip. "Only if you say please."

Someone cleared their throat behind them, and if they weren't husband and wife, they would've jumped apart, instead, they simultaneously looked behind them to see an elderly woman grinning at them.

"Excuse me, you're in the, er, way." She pointed to another brand of cereal just in front of the couple. She moved gracefully, taking the box she wanted. "How long have you two been married?"

Miranda blushed. She'd never get tired of hearing about their marriage. Her hand reached up subconsciously around Ben's head as she responded. "Three years. It's been wonderful."

"You two are adorable," she gushed. "I wish my husband and I were still as in love as we were." She sighed, but she smiled wider, looking over at them. "And I wish both of you all the love."

The woman left abruptly, humming a familiar love song under her breath.

Ben stared lovingly at his wife. She was absolutely beautiful, and she took his breath away. He was so damn lucky to have her.

He chuckled; was he really falling in love with Miranda all over again while grocery shopping?

She asked why he was laughing, and he answered honestly, he would always be honest with her. He may keep secrets, but with those chocolate brown eyes? He wouldn't dare lie. "I'm just… I love you. And I'm getting sentimental in a supermarket."

Miranda laughed loudly, the sound ringing in his ears. "That's what you get for seducing me. Now go get the damn cereal, Benjamin."

"Yes, ma'am."

At the counter, there was quite a long line, since it was a weekend, and they sighed, leaning into each other as they waited.

"Do you think we should get ice cream?" Ben piped up.

Miranda scoffed, but smiled. "Yes, please."

He smirked, and pecked her lips before rushing away. As she waited, her eyes wandered around the people in front of them. There were two groups left before their turn, and her judgemental self was coming into play.

Ben came back a minute later, dropping the ice cream tub in the cart, and his eyes followed her gaze. "How are we scoring 'em?"

Miranda snickered. At times when they were bored, mostly during their travels abroad and in the airport, they pass time judging people's outfits, rating them 1-10 with stunning commentary.

She pursed her lips. She scowled a little as she scanned the couple in front of them. The woman's head was covered in God knows what, but the pink highlights made it kind of okay. She had a dark green crop top showing smooth skin, and faded jeans that showed off her curves. It wouldn't be bad if her jeans weren't cut sloppily. Miranda appreciated good ripped jeans, but it was just too much. The man had the sides of his head shaved, and had piercings on his ears. He wore baggy jeans, and such lousy material that she can't even call it a shirt.

Turning to Ben, her voice lowered. "I think she's a 7. She can definitely pull those jeans off if it weren't a reenactment of Caesar's death." Her husband snorted. "I don't know what the hell those things in her hair are, and frankly, I don't wanna know."

Ben nodded. "Damn right." It was his turn for the poorly dressed man. "Well, that guy is at least a negative hundred." She giggled softly. "His… everything is just plain bad, woman."

"I'm glad I married a man with taste," she smirked at him, kissing the side of his lips.

"Of course." He put an arm around her as they moved forward. "If I end up dressing like that, would you still love me?"

Miranda scrunched her nose up. "Debatable."

"You hurt me, baby." They laughed, and he grinned at her. He picked up the cheese he brought earlier. "You may think it's cheesy but I think we're gouda together."

She blushed in embarrassment. "Oh my God. It's not even gouda. It's cheddar."

Ben winked at her. "It was still romantic."

"If that was romantic, then I think I've had enough of that." She rolled her eyes.

"You love me, Miranda Bailey, you know that." He smiled, kissing her cheek.

"If you say so, hon." She smiled back at him, and mouthed, 'I love you,' as the couple finished up and left.

The woman at the counter smiled at them as they punched in their items. The beeping noise soothed Miranda, and she couldn't wait to go home to make love to her husband. She really needed to release some leftover tension from work.

She was looking over the prices, spotting something, and she squinted at her husband. She slapped his arm. "Ow! What was that for?"

"You took the Sour Patch Kids?" She raised an eyebrow, and dared him to lie.

"No? Yes?" He immediately changed his answer as he saw her facial expression. "But only because I know your face would light up once you got to eat some."

Miranda rolled her eyes but let it pass. He would be right, though, she knew he would be. She'd be excited to taste the sour candy, and she'd complain of her stomachache later on, but it'd be worth it.