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As  You helps Mark  put away his groceries, his eyes land on the receipt at the bottom of the bag. "Holy shit," he exclaims.

"I thought I had the bag that was in," Mark says once he realizes what you were looking at.

"How?" You ask suddenly asks. "I know we eat more than most people, but still... how are groceries that fucking expensive?"

"Welcome to the twenty-first century, Buck," You reply with a sassy tone " "Inflation's a bitch."

"Inflation my ass," Mark grumbles as he scans the receipt. "Four dollars for a gallon of Almond Milk is not inflation. That's highway robbery."

"No highway robbery is what it costs to live in the old neighborhood these days," You replied. "I looked at apartments there when I first woke up. About had a heart attack."

"Was there anything left? From back then," Mark asks softly.

"More than I was expecting, but not enough," You replied just as softly. "It all looked smaller too."

"Well you are almost a foot taller than you were back then," Mark points out to you "I'm sure even the Empire State Building looks smaller to you."

"You're such as asshole sometimes you know that," You said to mark rolling your eyes at him.

"You love it," Mark says with a grin.

"You got me there," You admitted pulling Mark into a very quick kiss. "And now stop bitching and finish helping me put this stuff away." You told him as you both started putting the groceries into the cupboards and the fridge.

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