Special Kinda Love (Lesbian Story)

Bonus

"What are we having for dinner tonight?" Holly asked absently as she looked through heads of broccoli for the best one.

"I don't know, what're we having?"

She sighed and looked back to the cart Gail was idly pushing along, not helping in the least. Which was probably why she'd asked Holly to join her at the grocery store. "I'm not doing everything again."

"You didn't do everything last time, I loaded and brought in all the bags. Besides, who would entertain Shy, he needs the attention or else he'll start screaming. We wouldn't want that would we?"

Holly rolled her eyes and went back to picking out the vegetables. "He's asleep, Gail."

"Only because I got him to. If I stop the gentle rocking and soft coos of all of the cheese puff recipes there are for him when he's older, then he'll wake up and the whole store will know." Gail spoke as if it was life and death and Holly didn't understand the reality of the situation.

Holly sighed and walked down the isle to the next one, Gail only a step behind.

"So what are we having? I'm actually really hungry." Gail bumped her with the cart.

"You say that like it isn't a constant feeling of yours." She said and threw in a few boxes of granola bars.

"Can we get one box of yours and one box of the peanut butter ones?" Gail used her 'pretty please' voice.

She tried to resist, tired to say that they'd have to share the peanut ones if they did that, but she knew it was futile. Gail was going to get what she wanted and she was going to eat them all. Looked liked like she'd have to go without a few days. Holly took one of the boxes out of the cart and switched it for one of Gail's preference.

"Thank you, Lunchbox." Gail smiled sweetly.

They weaved through the store in similar fashion, Gail would make requests and Holly would either give or take, she'd be bumped with the cart when nothing had been said in a while, Gail would coo to her sleeping son. Just as they did almost every week. Holly secretly loved when they shopped together, without Gail and Shiloh it felt wrong. It was boring and she never got any real treats, which she would later miss in the week and have to go back out to get.

Her friends had told her their concerns about her and Gail's relationship, or lack there of, and sometimes she could see it. She could see why they'd be worried. She was practically a parent to a kid that wasn't hers, she lost nights of sleep, nights out, was wholly single because it was written all over that there was baby very very close to her heart and most assumed it was hers. She'd be worried for her if roles were reversed, but they weren't and she was on the side that it doesn't matter and she's happy with how her life was going. She loved Shiloh and Gail, and she wouldn't abandon them for a life on her own.

"Holly?" Gail called as if to bring her back to earth.

"Yeah?" She blinked a few times to focus and turned to her best friend.

Gail looked to the baby in her arms and back up, "are you going to help me or are you going to stare at the cereal forever?"

That's when she was really brought back to reality. Shiloh was wailing, his face red -which was feat seeing as how dark his skin was-, arms and legs flailing about. Gail was trying to calm him by bouncing.

Holly set into parent mode and opened the diaper bag -a backpack because that was all Gail would use- "diaper, soother or bottle?"

"I think he's probably hungry."

She looked in the regular spot they put the bottles and found it was empty, then she dug around and came to the conclusion that they'd forgotten to pack one. So she took out the sling and turned to the blonde. "I know you don't particularly like feeding in public but the baby wants what the baby wants."