Solangelo One-shots.

Bianca, Zoe and Charles.

"Bee, baby, please. Sit in the cart with your sister, will you?" I muttered wearily to the tiny blonde haired girl, wrapped around my leg. 

"NO! I WANT THE FRUIT LOOPS, PAPA!" She yelled, and I winced. 

A woman, around her mid-thirties looked up from where she was standing, across from us, and shot me a sympathetic look. I think she understood how I felt, judging by the three boys sitting in her cart, half whining, half messing with all the things she placed into the cart. 

"Okay, Bee. I'll get the Fruit Loops if you promise you'll stay in the cart with Zoe." 

"Really? You promise?" She lifted her head to peer at me with large, innocent brown eyes. 

My heart melted, and all I could reply with was a soft 'yep'. She responded by lifting her arms so I could carry her and place her into the cart, next to her three-year-old sister, Zoë. 

Bianca wrapped an arm around Zoë's neck, before placing a quick kiss onto the other girl's cheek. Bee was so much like Bianca. All protective and kind, even at such a young age, I could tell that she would grow up to be exactly like my sister. 

"You're a sweetheart, Bee." I said, ruffling her hair affectionately, and she giggled. 

I grabbed a box of Fruit Loops off of the shelf, and put it into the cart. 

"See? I kept my promise." I told her, and she stuck out her tongue playfully. 

"Thanks, Papa. Daddy wouldn't have bought them." 

At her statement, I wondered if Will would be mad at me for getting what the girls wanted. Contrary to popular belief, I wasn't exactly all emo and unfeeling. I'll admit, when it came to my babies, I was actually a real big softie.  

I only came here to get a few things, like diapers and more milk powder, but right now, my cart was filled with a box of cereal, some candy, and a waffle iron. 

I DIDN'T EVEN NEED A WAFFLE IRON. 

Somehow, Bee has managed to convince me to get it just because she thought it was cute. I needed more self-respect sometimes. I sighed inwardly. 

I got the milk powder, before I was struck by a sudden realization. 

The thing was, I don't usually do the shopping. It was always Will's thing. Grocery shopping, baby shopping, any kind of shopping, really, was Will's job. I only went because Will came home late and was exhausted, so I offered to. 

I. Did. Not. Think. This. Through. 

"Itsy, bitsy spider, climbing up the wall, down came the rain and-" Zoë started singing a nursery rhyme I had taught her. 

It would've been cute, if not for the fact that she was screaming at the top of her lungs! 

"Zoë, Zoë, sweetie, shh...we're in a shop, honey, okay?" I said, pressing a gentle finger on her lips. 

She quietened down, and I let out a sigh of relief. I had diapers to buy, but the problem was, I HAVE NO IDEA WHICH ONE TO BUY!! 

Bianca's in the midst of being potty trained, so I wasn't sure how many to get. Not to mention that Zoë uses a completely different brand of nappies, that I know. 

"Merda." I cursed. 

Bianca looked up at me, puzzled. Oops. Maybe I shouldn't have said that. 

"This one, is for little babies, around zero to six months." I looked up, and I saw the lady from earlier. "If you're getting it for her," She pointed to Zoë. "I'd recommend this one." 

She took the one in my hand and gave me the one she had. 

"Oh, well, Charlie just turned 4 months, so, I'll get both, thank you so much!" 

She chuckled, and said, "No problem! Does the Mom always do the shopping?" 

I shook my head, without thinking. "No, it's my husband, Will." 

I stiffened when I realized what I just said. Oh no. But the lady was still smiling. 

"Ah. I understand. Do mind your use of words around your kids, too, mister." She said playfully, and I barked out a relieved laugh. 

"Did you adopt these beauties or...?" She trailed off to stroke Zoë's cheek. 

"Umm....it's not that simple. I mean, we did adopt Charlie, but these two are...uh, gifts, I suppose." 

She arched a brow. "Gifts, from the Gods?" 

Gobsmacked, I stared at her in shock. 

"It's okay, I understand." She lowered her voice. "I'm a child of Ares." 

"Wow." 

Her gaze returned to my two girls. "You both must've done something quite heroic for the Gods to have wanted to reward you." 

I pulled on my sleeves awkwardly. "Yeah, well. We did fight in the Second Titan War and in Gaia's War too." 

"Amazing. Our children should have some playdates, someday." 

"That would be great!" I answered enthusiastically, and we exchanged numbers. 

"I WANT OUT!" Bianca yelled suddenly, and I pulled her out of the cart. 

She immediately ran over to the lady's cart, and began chattering excitedly with the three boys whom was sitting in it. 

Footsteps behind me alerted of an oncoming person, I turned around and saw Will, Charlie at his side. 

"I knew you'd be stuck in this aisle, Death Boy." Will said, pressing a quick kiss onto my cheek. 

"Ew, Dad!" Bianca said, and us adults laughed. 

"Hey, I'm Kira, nice to meet you." Kira introduced herself to my husband.

"Will." 

They exchanged a brief smile. 

"I'm guessing you're the one that helped Nico to pick the diapers. And clearly, you went to buy other stuff as well." Will said, staring hard at the waffle iron in my shopping cart.

I flushed, and blubbered some excuse. 

Kira laughed, and murmured, "That has happened to the best of us." 

"Uh oh, we gotta go, bye Kira, nice to meet you! This is Bianca, by the way, she's five. Zoë is three, and Charles-we call him Charlie-, he's four months old, but you already knew that."

"This is Ryan, he's eight. Seb's six, and my youngest, Jamie. Jamie's three, like little Zoë over here." Kira said, smiling. 

"Hello." I greeted the boys before hefting Bianca up and into the cart. "I'm looking forward to all the playdates!" 

Kira laughed again, before bading us goodbye. 

End. 

Author's note: Honestly, I am loving the Domestic AUs so much rn. I'm so glad I've got quite a number of ideas too. Stick with me. 

P.S. Also, also. The names of Nico and Will's kids are the characters that SHOULDN'T HAVE DIED OKAY. I'M STILL SAD. :( Also, sorry if the italian/spanish wasn't correct. I used google translate, yes, I am that lame.

Love, K.