Shawn Mendes Imagines

The Milk Man

Era:  60's

I tries my best with the 60's slang :)))

Enjoy :)

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"What do you want me to do, starve to death?" Ricky exclaims on the tiny TV playing on the kitchen counter top.

"Would you please?" Lucy fired back. 

My vibrant pink lips smile at the sassy characters as they argue. I look down at the cream and continue stirring it as it becomes thicker and thicker. The pie in the oven made the aroma around me smell absolutely delicious. 

I loved baking.

My eyes wander outside the window as I continuously checked the driveway if Tommy, my husband had came home yet. 

Nope, the driveway was still clear, and the only thing visible from the kitchen window were playful children in their front yards as their mothers tanned outside, wearing revealing swim attire, purposely waiting for the milk man to arrive.

My head shook in disgust. The thought of a married woman throwing herself at another man other than their husband while their kids were right in front of them made me sick.

I snapped out of my daze and focused my attention back to the cream. 

It was coming together and looked scrumptiously delicious. I smiled again, at the thought of Tommy coming home to his favorite apple pie.

"Y/N?" A voice called out, followed by a knock at the door.

I set the bowl of cream down and wiped my hands on my apron before taking it off.

Rushing to the door, I opened it to reveal my 17 year old cousin Julia. 

My eyes widened at the sight of her. In the middle of the day, Julia wore the shortest, white night gown that was more of a lingerie type of nightie. The 2 inch high heels made her 4 inches taller than me as she leaned against my doorframe.

"Julia! What in the world are you wearing?" I lectured.

She smirked, her red lipstick hugged her plump lips as she chewed her bubblegum in her mouth. Pushing past me to head inside my house she giggled.

"It's the new trend cousin." Julia plopped herself onto my couch, crossing her legs as she took out a mirror to apply probably the 7th coat of mascara onto her lashes.

I rolled my eyes and shut the door, wondering how many perverted men must've made goggly eyes at my cousin.

She was a naturally beautiful girl, and whenever she would wear makeup it would extract her features even more. However, this was a little much.

"You got any blush cousin?" Julia chewed lazily.

My hands fisted against my waist, grabbing a nearby throw blanket and throwing it at my cousin.

"You seriously did not wear that, right in the middle of the day?" I half laughed finding the situation ridiculous.

The redheaded shrugged, her lips pulling into a smile. "Of course I did cousin! I had to scold the taxi driver several times! Wretched pervert must've mistaken my girls for my eyes!" She laughed looking down at her breasts.

I shook my head at the hysterical 17 year old girl.

"Want me to lend you a dress Jules?" My head snapped towards the direction of upstairs.

"No way Jose. I do not want to look like a boring old housewife." 

I was immediately offended, looking down at my pink babydoll long sleeve dress. I thought it looked cute, especially with my dark hair.